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The Weeknd – Call Of Out My Name

[Verse 1]
We found each other
I helped you out of a broken place
You gave me comfort
But falling for you was my mistake

[Pre-Chorus]
I put you on top, I put you on top
I claimed you so proud and openly
And when times were rough, when times were rough
I made sure I held you close to me

[Chorus]
So call out my name (call out my name)
Call out my name when I kiss you so gently
I want you to stay (want you to stay)
I want you to stay even though you don’t want me
Girl, why can’t you wait? (why can’t you wait, baby?)
Girl, why can’t you wait ’til I fall out of love?
Won’t you call out my name? (call out my name)
Girl, call out my name, and I’ll be on my way and
I’ll be on my—

[Verse 2]
I said I didn’t feel nothing, baby, but I lied
I almost cut a piece of myself for your life
Guess I was just another pit stop
‘Til you made up your mind
You just wasted my time

[Pre-Chorus]
You were on top, I put you on top
I claimed you so proud and openly, babe
And when times were rough, when times were rough
I made sure I held you close to—

[Chorus]
So call out my name (call out my name, baby)
So call out my name when I kiss you
So gently, I want you to stay (I want you to stay)
I want you to stay even though you don’t want me
Girl, why can’t you wait? (girl, why can’t you wait ’til I?)
Girl, why can’t you wait ’til I fall out of loving?
Babe, call out my name (say call out my name, baby)
Just call out my name and I’ll be on my way
Girl, I’ll be on my—

[Outro]
On my way, all the way
On my way, all the way, ooh
On my way, on my way, on my way
On my way, on my way, on my way
(On my)

Slum Village – Hold Tight (feat. Q-Tip) (Lost Remix)

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Hold tight, this is the last time you hear me
I’m out now, this is the last time to cheer me
Niggas in the game is getting too slimy
Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy
I’mma leave it in the hands of the Slum now
Take it away from where it comes from now
A lot of you cats in the music business
Shiftless, I’ll put you on the shit list
Did your intuition say to shit on me?
I’mma just flip your ears, yo you hear me b?
D’Angelo play your piano
Jay Dee flip another beat for me
Hold tight with Baatin and my nigga T3
Busta Bus, watch out for who you trust
Ali Shaheed, it’s your blood that I bleed
Yes, Phife, for you I will give my life
It’s The Ummah shit fo real till there’s no more light
All you foul motherfuckers change your wrong to right
Make sure y’all bring your music to the area flight
Hold tight

[Hook]
Hold tight… [repeat]

[Verse 2: Dilla]
Hold tight get ya ass back what ya did, yo
Hold tight the SV what ya did, yo
Hold tight you don’t pay attention man
That’s why your money is the size of your attention span
Yo there’s something I gotta mention, damn
Who the fuck is this sitting in my session man?
This is my project, ho, on some MC Shan
Not yours, what’s your intentions man
Probably bootlegging my tape at a concession stand
What the fuck, niggas never learn their lesson, man
I try my best not to hold the Smith & Wesson, man
But I gotta hold something cause niggas test you man
Anyway yo keep it moving keep the questions and
Maybe I can bless you with the test presses man
Until then, hold tight

[Hook]
Hold tight… [repeat]

[Verse 3: T3]
Guess who’s making this cheese this cash this dust
So much cash in my hand that I got paper cuts
I’m trying to become a winner trying to get with us
That’s one of the reasons I had to fuck you up
I caught you people at my window trying see what I’m doing
So I pulled out the 45 and commenced to start shooting (see ya)
See I miss with every dilla cause young were keeping it moving
Now that’s some root news and now watch what you’re doing
So hold tight

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Baatin]
You don’t understand
I’ve been doing this shit since Duran Duran
Now I’mma make some more paper cash, god damn
I’m outta this, cause you don’t appreciate
I step up in the place trying to cultivate
You sipping on your tanqueray whilst we levitate
You ain’t got no reason to celebrate
You caught up in my trap, sealing your fate
Never was it once you co-operate
Was last you just self destruct inside your hate
I hope you’re feeling better now
Hold tight to my rhyme, nigga don’t cry
Its alright you can move at your own pace
Altogether now
Hold tight

[Hook]
Hold tight… [repeat]

MADEINTYO – Summer With Santana

If you miss me baby text me yay
Roll that weed baby bless me, yay
What you are all the way sexy, yay
Eat that kitty if you ready! Yay

If you miss me baby text me yay (skrrskrr)
Roll that weed up and bless me yay
What you are all the way sexy yay (skrrskrr)
Eat that kitty if you ready (yay)

Long nights alone
Baby, I could have starved
Yeah they left me alone
I remember who they are
Remember when you grabbed my hand
I knew I was a man
When I bought them margellias
I knew you couldn’t stand
To see me with no other one
I ain’t need no other one
Know you are the only one
Yeah you hot like the sun
Baby I got you (skrrskrr)
Cuz you my sweet thang (skrrskrr)
Baby I got you (yay)
Yeah you my everything (yay)

If you miss me baby text me yay
Roll that weed baby bless me, yay
What you are all the way sexy, yay
Eat that kitty if you ready! Yay

If you miss me baby text me yay (skrrskrr)
Roll that weed up and bless me yay
What you are all the way sexy yay (skrrskrr)
Eat that kitty if you ready (yay)

Maybe life ain’t right
Depending who you are (hee)
Recording every night (hee)
A lonely rockstar
Xans hit you hard
Trash inside your car

I don’t wanna go nowhere if its far
I don’t wanna go nowhere if you ain’t there
I just wanna put my fingers in your hair (skrrskrr)

If you miss me baby text me yay
Roll that weed baby bless me, yay
What you are all the way sexy, yay
Eat that kitty if you ready! Yay

If you miss me baby text me yay (skrrskrr)
Roll that weed up and bless me yay
What you are all the way sexy yay (skrrskrr)
Eat that kitty if you ready (yay)

CUCO – CR-V

[Chorus]
Ridin’ down the street in my CR-V
Picking up my homies in my CR-V
Kick it with my boo thang in my CR-V
Ridin’ down the street in my Honda SUV
Ridin’ down the street in my CR-V
Picking up my homies in my CR-V
Kick it with my boo thang in my CR-V
Ridin’ down the street in my Honda SUV
[Verse]
I look like a mom in my CR-V
Flexin’ on your friends in my CR-V
Got like 5 seats in my CR-V
For my whole crew in my CR-V
Got my whole gang in my CR-V
Got the groceries in my CR-V
I got no game in my CR-V
I’m so average in my CR-V
[Chorus]
Ridin’ down the street in my CR-V
Picking up my homies in my CR-V
Kick it with my boo thang in my CR-V
Ridin’ down the street in my Honda SUV
Ridin’ down the street in my CR-V
Picking up my homies in my CR-V
Kick it with my boo thang in my CR-V
Ridin’ down the street in my Honda SUV

Tee Grizzley – Hellcat

[Intro]
Helluva made this beat, baby
They scammin’ in my city, it’s a jugg, facts
We don’t bang gangs, we rep hoods, yes
I’m from Joy Road, Lee from Six Mile, Mario from Brightmoor
Beam on every strap, when we up states you see a light show, hol’ up
ACTIVATED drop May 11th, man
That’s three days before my old dude birthday, rest in peace
You know I got you, big baby
Shout-out to BocBoy JB, nigga, this beat hard as fuck
Aye

[Chorus]
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at

[Verse 1]
In the trenches wit’ a 100 of ’em
Hellcat got 200 on it
Niggas want beef, put money on ’em
High school days used to have niggas runnin’ from me
Shoes Italian with German
Pockets on [?], no Sherman
[?]
Street niggas gettin’ chased like surgeons
Everything foreign down to my Balenciagas
My hoe from Europe
Draco wit’ that blue light from Wakanda
Tell them boys that I want yo’ top, better not let them spot you
In the trap house dressed like a whole cop, .45 wit’ the binoculars
[?] street no thermos
Thirty hangin’ out no curfew
In the Maybach, closed curtains
Y’all niggas clowns, no circus
Say my name, they merkin’
She know I’m showin’ up, she fuckin’
If y’all niggas feelin’ like Kermit, chopper ready lil’ nigga start jumpin’

[Chorus]
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at

[Verse 2]
When I go on stage I’m in Givenchy drip
Come back to the trenches, I take off that pretty shit
Probably in my Dickies fit
Hair trigger, don’t hit my hip
I’m motivation for the ‘Gram, might up a fifty strip
And that Bentley truck so big, I might hit her in the whip
She got up out my bed and left to Philly for a trip
That ain’t the only thing she left, that bitch left hickies on my dick
Free Meek Milly, niggas can’t even pop no wheelies ’round this bitch
If I drove to your city, I got all sticks
I’m a grizzly but I be wit’ all pits
Yo’ bitch ain’t see no money, she got all dick
When she asked me for a bag, I told her, "Naw, bitch!"
And my niggas on the east side all rich
Ain’t sittin’ in no trap, they take them long trips
You a turnaround and come back wit’ that dog shit
No finessin’, we would nail you to the cross quick

[Chorus]
Ridin’ in this motherfuckin’ Hellcat
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at
Shit we smokin’ strong, you could smell that
When it come to gettin’ this money, we can’t fail that
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
It ain’t gon’ stop there, I want his mans next