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Hatchie – Sugar & Spice

[Verse 1]
You bring with you the purest blue
The brightest blue
Maybe you should take a lesson
From the moon on how to handle
Eyes on you, eyes on you

[Chorus]
But you don’t call me baby anymore
No you don’t call me baby anymore
No you don’t call me baby anymore
No you don’t call me baby anymore

[Verse 2]
Sugar and spice
I shoulda taken your advice
And found the words to tell you why
I’ll tell you why
I kiss you all the time
Fall more in love each time you sigh
I’ll kiss you ’til I die, til I die

[Interlude]
The brightest stars burn out the fastest
But maybe we could still have lost it all
Oh, we could out last it all
Oh, we could out last it all
Yeah, we could out last it all
Yeah, we could out last it all
Aw, we could out last it all
Aw, we could out last it all
Yeah, we could out last it all
We could out last it all

DJ Esco – Chek (feat. Future)

[Intro]
Pluto
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out

[Verse 1]
I put a pool on top of the penthouse
You can see me now
I’m still high from the day before
‘Bout to re-up now
Nigga was broke some years ago
Fuck around, lose a cap
Had the stewardess on the PJ
And she chewed me out
I was always in some shit
Nigga, look at me now
These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
Tryna air me out
Then I gave that bitch some cash
Over a fair amount
Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
Who can’t close they mouth

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 2]
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
‘Bout to pop one now
Most of these niggas all whack
They ’bout to get knocked off now
I done went way past the quota
Shit, I lost account, yeah
Pulled up, turbo on a motor
It was unannounced
Make the Forbes’ once again
The talk of the town
I got Snow White on the seat
Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
I put good dope on this beat
I’m ’bout to take some now
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
‘Bout to buy some now

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 3]
Get, get your money, get your weight up
Just like a shark, dog get ate up
I been told, another demeanor
I been frozen, another demeanor
Got more lights than a arena
Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
Pull, pull up [?]
What’s the total? You can keep the receipt
I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
I’m out your league, yeah

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

Chromeo – Must’ve Been (feat. DRAM)

[DRAM]
I must’ve been

[Dave 1]
One hit of you I went through the roof
Your love so strong, that’s one hundred proof
Too much of you, I ain’t drivin’ home
No I ain’t spendin’ the night alone

All this lyin’ got me stressin’
Tell me why you keep me guessin’
I wish I had learned my lesson
But I wanted you
Yeah I wanted you

[Chorus: Chromeo and DRAM]
I must’ve been high when I met you
Out of my mind when I decided to love you
Now I’m just tryin’ to forget you
I must’ve been
I must’ve been
I must’ve been high when I met you (met you)
Out of my mind when I decided to love you
I must’ve been drunk off your words
Twisted off your kisses, I know
I must’ve been
I must’ve been

High
I must’ve been
High
I must’ve been
High
I must’ve been
High

[Verse: DRAM]
Could be Mary
Could be Molly
Could be you
[?] got entranced
Hypnotized, can’t wake up
Fantasizing, could be Christina or Lucy
Can’t believe this how you do me
You only call me to use me and abuse me

[Dave 1]
All this lyin’ got me stressin’
Tell me why you keep me guessin’
I wish I had learned my lesson
But I wanted you, yeah I wanted you

[DRAM]
I must’ve been high when I met you (met you)
Out of my mind when I decided to love you
Now I’m just tryin’ to forget you
I must’ve been
I must’ve been
I must’ve been high when I met you
Out of my mind when I decided to love you
I must’ve been drunk off your words
Twisted off your kisses, I know
I must’ve been
I must’ve been

[Chromeo and DRAM]
High
I must’ve been, I must’ve been
High
I must’ve been, I must’ve been
High
I must’ve been, I must’ve been
High
When I met you

[Dave 1]
I’m comin’ down like a flight of stairs
I guess I’m finally seein’ clear
I know I promised I wouldn’t call
I guess I’m just goin’ through withdrawal

[Chromeo and DRAM]
I must’ve been high when I met you
Out of my mind when I decided to love you
I must’ve been drunk off your words
Twisted off your kisses, I know
I must’ve been
I must’ve been

High
I must’ve been, I must’ve been
High
I must’ve been, I must’ve been
High
I must’ve been, I must’ve been
High
I must’ve, must’ve been

Bebe Rexha – Meant To Be (Acoustic)

[Verse 1]
Baby, lay on back and relax
Kick your pretty feet up on my dash
No need to go​ nowhere fast
Let’s enjoy right here where we at

[Pre-Chorus]
Who knows where this road is supposed to lead?
We got nothing, but time
As long as you’re right here next to me, everything’s gonna be alright

[Chorus]
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, just let it be
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, just let it be
So won’t you ride with me, ride with me?
See, where this thing goes
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, if it’s meant to be

[Verse 2]
I don’t mean to be so uptight
But my heart’s been hurt a couple times
By a couple guys that didn’t treat me right
I ain’t gon’ lie, ain’t gon’ lie
‘Cause I’m tired of the fake love
Show me, what you’re made of
Boy, make me believe

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh hold up, girl, don’t you know you’re beautiful?
And it’s easy to see

[Chorus]
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, just let it be
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, just let it be
So won’t you ride with me, ride with me?
See, where this thing goes
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, if it’s meant to be

[Post-Chorus]
So c’mon, ride with me, ride with me
See, where this thing goes
So c’mon, ride with me, ride with me
See, where this thing goes
Baby, if it’s meant to be

[Bridge]
Maybe we do
Maybe we don’t
Maybe we will
Maybe we won’t

[Chorus]
But if it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, just let it be
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, just let it be
So won’t you ride with me, ride with me?
See, where this thing goes
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, if it’s meant to be

Amine – Campfire (feat. Injury Reserve)

[Intro: Dolemite]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherfucker

[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Campfire, I’m a hot motherfucker
Please, no pictures, I’m a tired motherfucker
Spidey senses tingle when it’s fake niggas
Dreads swinging like they did the Harlem shake, nigga, that’s true
West Coast ’til I d-i-e
If you want respect, look me in my e-y-e
I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places
Free my nigga, Hef, fuck the police
Oprah for President, CLBN resident
Dis face when I’m disgraced, that’s the nigga in me
Might catch me at a Whole Foods
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who

[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
Yeah, yeah, campfire, I’m a scary lil nigga
There’s red in my blood like Drew Barrymore, nigga
And my fit on ET, yo shit on EBT
So when you try to flex, I’m like, "What’s yo credit score, nigga?"
Yeah, and that’s word to my granny
Since 14, knew the route like Randy
Everything dandy, gray sweats with the pennies
(Nausea, heartburn) Side effects may vary
Yeah, fuck these niggas, where the child lock?
So many hits, I could have my own NOW! comp
Pen a triple album full of all my children
No difference from Kidz Bop, book ’em in the Hilton

[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch