TOP 10 HIP HOP & R&B SONGS

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Heute die TOP 10 HIP HOP & R&B Songs!

  • Platz 10
    Platz 10:

    Fat Joe Feat. French Montana - All The Way Up

    Dieser Song hat ein heftiges Video + 2 Special Gasts! Der erste war DJ Khaled später am Ende kann man Farid Bang kurz sehen! Der Beat und die Parts sind gut: D Die Hook macht richtig Ohrwurm!

    Hook:

    Nothing can Stop me
    All The Way Up
    I´m All The Way Up
    I´m All The Way Up
    Nothing Can Stop Me, I´m All The Way Up

    Bridge (French Montana):

    Shorty What You Want? Shorty What You Need? My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'
    Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'
    You got V12, I got 12 V's
    Got bottles, got weed, got molly
    I'm all the way up
    Shorty what you want? I got what you need
    Shorty what you want? I got what you need
    Shorty what you want? I got what you need
  • Platz 9
    Platz 9:

    Beyonce: 7/11

    Dieser Song hat nicht so ein gutes Video aber die Parts + Hook sind Dope. Einfach Heftig!
    Lyrics: Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air
    Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air
    Legs movin' side to side, smack you in the air
    Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air
    Smack it, smack it in the air
    Legs movin' side to side, smack it, smack it in the air
    Smack it, smack it in the air

    Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air
    Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air
    Clap, clap, clap like you don't care
    Smack that, clap, clap, clap like you don't care
    (I know you care)

    Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap it
    Foot up, my foot up
    Hold up now my foot up
    I'm spinnin' my foot up
    Foot up yeah my foot up
    I'm spinnin' my foot up
    Put my foot down yeah my hands up
    My hands up, my hands up
    (Flexin')
    Flexin' while my hands up
    My hands up, my hands up
    I stand up with my hands up
    Then I put up, my hands up
    I put up, my hands up
    I put up, my hands up
    Then I'm spinnin' all my hands up
    (Spinnin')
    Spinnin' while my hands up
    (Spinnin')
    Spinnin' while my hands up
    (Spinnin')
    Spinnin' while my hands up
    Then I'm tippin' all my hands up
    Spinnin', I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin' while my hands up
    I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin' while my hands up
    (Drank)
    Hold that cup like alcohol, hold that cup like alcohol
    Hold that cup like alcohol
    Don't you drop that alcohol
    Never drop that alcohol, never drop that alcohol
    I know you thinkin' bout alcohol
    I know I'm thinkin' bout that alcohol

    Man, this here like rollin' dice, man, this here like rollin' dice
    Seven eleven, seven eleven, seven twice, man, seven twice
    Man, it feel like rollin' dice, man, this feel like rollin' dice
    Man, it feel like rollin' dice
    Seven twice, seven twice
    Girl I'm tryna kick it with you
    Girl I'm tryna kick it with you
    Man, I'm tryna kick it with you
    My feet up, I kick it with you
    Man, I swear I kick it with you
    Girl I wanna kick it with you
    Man, I know I kick it with you
    Yeah I spin' around and I kick it with you

    Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air
    Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air
    Legs movin' side to side, smack you in the air
    Shoulders movin' side to side, smack it in the air
    Smack it in the air
    Smack it, smack it in the air
    Smack it in the air
    Smack it, smack it in the air

    Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air
    Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air
    Clap, clap, clap like you don't care
    Smack that, clap, clap, clap like you don't care
    (I know you care)Wave your hands side to side
    Wave your hands side to side
    Wave your hands to side to
    Wave your hands side to side
    Ooh wee be-be freaky deaky
    Think me see she pink bikini
    Rock that groovy dye dashiki
    Nefertiti, edges kinky
    Sweatin' out my blow out
    Sweatin' out my press
    This trick about to go off
    Mad cause I'm so fresh
    Fresher than you
    I'm fresher than you
    Fresher than you, ho
  • Platz 8
    Rich Homie Quan - Flex (ooh ooh ooh)

    Dieser Song ist Twerkmusik und hat einen Beat der Laune macht! Der Text ist OK aber von der Musikalität ist das Heftig!
    Lyrics: [Intro]
    Hey, oh, there it is, there it is, there it is
    There it is, there it is (Rich Homie, baby!)

    [Hook]
    Walked in, thirty thousand in my pocket
    Had them niggas just like "ooh, ooh, ooh"
    50,000 dollars on your bitch, wanna fuck me
    Got her screamin' like "ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"
    Cause I got a check, nigga wanna flex
    I ain't gotta flex, boy I got it, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Give that ho some x, she gon wanna sex every nigga in the set
    And now she screamin' like "ooh, ooh, ooh"

    [Verse 1]
    (How much you made?) Made two million dollars off a mixtape
    And I'm fucking like, ooh, ooh, ooh
    They try to drop me with a case but you know I had done skated
    I was singing like, oooohhh
    Boy, I know my role and I play it
    If you heard that I'm talking then I said it
    (Quan where you at?) At the top of the loft nigga, I stay
    I'm a bad boy but I don't wear big clothes like Ma$e
    In the club and a nigga get it boppin'
    And that ho, she want a free drink, tell the bitch to get up off me
    I'm the nigga to get it poppin', her hair short like Dennis Rodman
    At the Clearport nigga, we flying, when I landed boy I

    [Hook]
    Walked in, thirty thousand in my pocket
    Had them niggas just like "ooh, ooh, ooh"
    $50,000 on your bitch, wanna fuck me
    Got her screamin' like "ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"
    Cause I got a check, nigga wanna flex
    I ain't gotta flex, boy I got it, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Give that ho some x, she gon wanna sex every nigga in the set
    And now she screamin' like "ooh, ooh, ooh"

    [Verse 2]
    (How much you made?) $100,000 just in two days
    (Guess what?) I don't fuck with niggas cause they two-faced
    I only fuck with bitches for their toupee (their top, nigga)
    These Givenchys, I ain't worried about no new Jays
    Know this bitch who got a sack and she always got my back
    So I love that shit the most
    I'm her big dog and she my cat, and she love it from the back
    Call her green cause she on go (Green light)
    I wear glasses cause I know these niggas watchin'
    They mad cause they cannot stop me
    Boy stopping is not a option, I can't help it cause I got it
    Don't waste time, I got six watches'
    Talkin' Rolex, yeah, I bought 'em
    Now I'm at the top, started from the bottom, then I

    [Hook]
    Walked in, thirty thousand in my pocket
    Had them niggas just like "ooh, ooh, ooh"
    $50,000 on your bitch, wanna fuck me
    Got her screamin' like "ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"
    Cause I got a check, nigga wanna flex
    I ain't gotta flex, boy I got it, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Give that ho some x, she gon wanna sex every nigga in the set
    And now she screamin' like "ooh, ooh, ooh"

    [Outro]
    (How much you made?) A $100,000
    (How much, how much you made?) A $100,000
    (How much, how much you made?)
    Made two million dollars off a mixtape, had them folks like ohhh
    Hey, get at me
  • Platz 7
    Drake - Hype

    Es ist ein sehr aktueller Song aus dem neuen Album von Drake = Views + dazu ist es eines der besten Songs aus dem Album!
    Lyrics: [Intro: Baka]
    Man don't live of a di hype huh?
    Real ting ay

    [Verse 1: Drake]
    Yeah, I pull up in Lexus' like it's '07
    I just hit a lick, I got to hit a next one
    Last year I know you learned your lesson
    I could GPS you if you need addressin'
    Boss up, I'm the bigger homie
    But I'm one year older than my lil homie
    '09 they was biddin' on me
    But I'm Young Money, got it written on me
    Ok now we got some action
    Everything I said, it happened
    That boy light as Michael Jackson
    But off verses, he been blackin'
    Chasin' women a distraction
    They wan' be on TV right next to me
    You cannot be here right next to me
    Don't you see Riri right next to me?
    I hate a rapper especially
    They feel the same, but they hide it
    They just discuss it in private
    Don't get along man, we tried it
    What's the point in even tryin'?
    I hate a goofy especially
    They always dyin' to mention me
    They gotta die out eventually
    I cannot give you the recipe
    You know the game is sold separately
    Swear I just had an epiphany
    It cost me 50 at Tiffany's
    Shout out to Tiffany, Stephanie
    They used to always come check for me
    My enemies wanna be friends with my other enemies
    I don't let it get to me

    [Hook: Drake]
    Done
    Look what I've done in my life
    I had to count it and count it again
    To make sure the money was right
    They love to talk
    Me, I'm just dunning the hype
    Me, I'm just dunning the hype
    Me I'm just done, done, done, done, done

    [Verse 2: Drake]
    I don't take this shit for granted
    I do my own propaganda
    I feel like Juelz Santana
    Leg hangin' out the Phantom
    6 cold like Alaska
    Views already a classic
    Roy outta here like NASA
    Bustin' 1's out the plastic
    Her gram too poppin' to fuck her
    The chain too heavy to tuck it, I'm serious
    I feed my family with this
    So don't play with my money this summer, I'm serious
    I don't run out of material
    You shouldn't speak on me, period
    You try to give 'em your side of the story
    They heard it, but they wasn't hearin' it
    They feeling a way and won't hide it
    Niggas done being silent
    Don't get along man, we tried it
    What's the point of even tryin'?
    I hate a goofy especially
    They always dyin' to mention me
    They gotta go, they gotta go
    They gonna die out eventually
    I cannot give 'em no empathy
    I'ma have B's when I'm 70
    They cannot fuck with the legacy
    I don't know what else is left for me
    After this no one a threat to me
    My enemies wanna be friends with my other enemies
    I don't let it get to me

    [Hook: Drake]
    Done
    Look what I've done in my life
    I had to count it and count it again
    To make sure the money was right
    They love to talk
    Me, I'm just done in the hype
    Me, I'm just done in the hype
    Me I'm just done, done, done, done, done
  • Platz 6
    Tyga - Rack City

    Es ist zwar ein alter Song aber ist in meinen Augen ein Hit!
    Lyrics: Rack rack city bitch
    Rack rack city bitch
    Rack rack city bitch
    Mustard on the beat

    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch

    Ten Ten Ten twenty on ya titties bitch
    100 bee v.i.p. no guest list
    T-Raw you don't know who you fuckin with?
    Got my other bitch fuckin wit my other bitch
    Fuckin all night nigga we ain't celibate
    Make sound too dope I ain't sellin it
    Bar fresher than a muthafuckin peppermint
    Gold leather man last king killin shit
    Young money Young money yeah we gettin rich
    Get ya grandmom off my dick
    Girl you know what it is
    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch

    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
    Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch

    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
    Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
    I'mma muthafuckin star (star)
    Look at the paint on the car (car)
    Too much rim make the ride to hard
    Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard
    I need my money pronto
    Get it in the morning like Alonzo
    Green got cheese like a nacho
    If you don't got no ass bitch wear poncho
    Head hancho got my seat back
    Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
    Got my shirt off the club to packed
    It's too turnt going up like gas
    God damn pulled out my rags

    Mike Mike Jackson nigga I'm back
    T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
    All the hoes love me you know what it is
    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch

    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
    Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
    Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
    Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
    Throwing hundreds, hundreds

    Hundreds, hundreds
    Rack rack city bitch
    Throwing hundreds hundreds
    Hundreds Hundreds
    Rack rack city bitch
    Rack rack city bitch
    Rack rack city bitch
    Rack rack city bitch...
  • Platz 5
    O.T Genasis Feat. Young Dolph - Cut It

    Dieser Song klingt so behindert das er geil ist XD


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    Lyrics: [Hook: O.T. Genasis]
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
    Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
    Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

    [Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
    Run up them bands on the regular, hittin' my plug on the celly, yeah
    Tell my ex bitch that I'm sorry, Imma skate off in the 'Rari
    Keep 36 by my side, Imma go bake me a pie
    Keep 45 on my side, fuck with my niggas, you die
    All of my niggas say blood, all of my niggas say cuz
    OT, I found me a plug, I got it straight out the mud
    Keep it a hundred, no bull, I fell in love with the drugs
    Bustin' it down in the tub, pay me my money in dubs
    Water whippin', lookin' like I'm fishin'
    Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I'm pitchin'
    Rolie on, it's glistenin', and my darling, kissin'
    Niggas steady trippin' so I'm steady grippin'
    Dirty money on me, got a scale up on me
    I don't fuck with phony, 'bout to sell a pony
    All these niggas on me, all these bitches on me
    Say my price is good, motherfucker, show me

    [Hook: O.T. Genasis]
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
    Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
    Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

    [Verse 2: Young Dolph]
    Went and bought a 911 with my trap money
    A million up but still ain't never touch my rap money
    I'm out in LA fuckin' with that boy OT
    Flew to LA, got a plug on that OG
    You know I've been gettin' money if you know me
    When I first met my plug, I told him, "I piss a hundred G's"
    I ain't comin' to get it unless you got a hundred piece
    I don't want it, fuck it, your price, you need to cut it
    Your ice, you need to tuck it, she fuck with me, she lucky
    A half a million, all 20s in that Gucci luggage
    Let's skip the small talk, it's time to talk numbers
    Young nigga playin' with commas, might go get a Lamb for the summer
    I've been outchea in these streets all my life hustlin'
    My nigga beefin' then I'm beefin', wrong or right I'm bustin'
    My traphouse, I love it
    Put some Forgis on my old school and I had to gut it
    But should I put a roof in?

    [Hook: O.T. Genasis]
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
    Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
    Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
    Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
  • Platz 4
    Future feat. The Weeknd - Low Life

    Hier gefällt mir der Part von The Weeknd mehr als der von Future! Natürlich sind die beiden Parts gut und der Beat ist einer der besten aus der Liste!

    Einfach Ohrwurm: D
    Lyrics:

    [Refrain]
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high

    [Intro: Future]
    I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
    Got some bitch from Follies with us ('scuse me, 'scuse me)
    She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
    I'mma fuck her broads, what else?
    Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
    Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
    'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
    (Get, get, get)

    [Verse 1: The Weeknd]
    I turn the Ritz into a pole house
    It's like eviction number four now
    Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
    Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
    And I feel my whole body peaking
    And I'm fucking anybody with they legs wide
    Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
    East coast, nigga repping North Side
    Never waste a hoe's time (Freebands)
    Bitch, I'm on my own time
    Fuck a nigga co-sign
    Always change my number and my phone line
    Baby girl, I don't lie
    Used to have no money for a crib
    Now my room service bill cost your whole life
    If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
    I'm camo'ed all out, like I'm in the military
    I free up all my niggas locked up in the penitentiary

    [Hook: The Weeknd + Future]
    Cause I'm always repping for that low life
    Repping for that low life turn up
    Low life, low life, low life
    Know I'm repping for that low, low life
    Representing, I'm representing, representing
    Said I'm repping for that low life
    Low life, low life, low life, low life
    I'm representing for that low life
    Said I'm repping for that low life
    I'm repping, that's repping, I'm repping
    Low life, low life, low life
    Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
    Woo, woo, woo, woo
    Yeah

    [Verse 2: Future]
    Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water
    I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
    If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
    If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
    Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got 'Raris
    Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
    Popping tags on tags, I was starving
    Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
    Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
    Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
    Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
    Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
    I turn the Ritz into a lean house
    This the sixth time getting kicked out
    I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
    Niggas tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty
    Running with the wave, get you killed quick
    Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
    Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
    My whole life, my whole life

    [Hook: The Weeknd + Future]
    Cause I'm always repping for that low life
    Repping for that low life
    Low life, low life, low life
    Know I'm repping for that low, low life
    Representing, I'm representing, representing
    Said I'm repping for that low life
    Low life, low life, low life, low life
    I'm representing that low life
    Said I'm repping for that low life
    Low life, I'm repping for that lowlife
    Low life, low life, low life
    Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
    Yeah

    [Bridge: Future]
    Yeah, they stereotyping
    Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
    And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
    Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
    Yeah, they stereotyping
    Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
    And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
    And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
    Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
    Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
    That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
    I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
    That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
    I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
    Oh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
    I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

    [Refrain]
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    And I'm the reason why
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    Everybody getting high
    Getting high, getting high, getting high
    And I'm the reason why

    [Outro: Future]
    I just took some molly, what else?
    Got some bitch from Follies with us
    She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
    I'mma fuck her broads, what else?
    Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
    Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
    'Bout to fuck this club, what else?
    'Bout to fuck this club, what else?
  • Platz 3
    G-Eazy feat. Bebe Rexha - Me, Myself & I

    Dieser Song ist heftig und hört sich so krass an!
    Oh, it's just me, myself and I
    Solo ride until I die
    Cause I, got me for life
    yeah
    Oh I don't need a hand to hold
    Even when the night is cold
    I got that fire in my soul

    And as far as I can see, I just need privacy
    Plus a whole lot of tree, fuck all this modesty
    I just need space to do me
    Give the world what they're tryna see
    A Stella Maxwell right beside of me
    A Ferrari, I'm buyin' three
    A closet of Saint Laurent, get what I want when I want
    Cause this hunger is driving me, yeah
    I just need to be alone, I just need to be at home
    Understand what I'm speaking on
    If time is money I need a loan
    But regardless I'll always keep keepin' on
    Fuck fake friends
    We don't take L's, we just make M's
    While y'all follow, we just make trends
    I'm right back to work when that break ends

    Oh, it's just me, myself and I
    Solo ride until I die
    Cause I, got me for life
    (Got me for life, yeah)
    Oh I don't need a hand to hold
    Even when the night is cold
    I got that fire in my soul

    I don't need anything to get me through the night
    Except the beat that's in my heart
    And it's keeping me alive
    (Keeps me alive)
    I don't need anything to make me satisfied (you know)
    Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time

    Yeah, and I don't like talking to strangers
    So get the fuck off me I'm anxious
    I'm tryna be cool but I may just go ape shit
    Say "fuck y'all" to all of y'all faces
    It changes though now that I'm famous
    Everyone knows how this lifestyle is dangerous
    But I love it the rush is amazing
    Celebrate nightly and everyone rages
    I found how to cope with my anger
    I'm swimming in money
    Swimming in liquor, my liver is muddy
    But it's all good I'm still sippin' this bubbly
    This shit is lovely, this shit ain't random, I didn't get lucky
    Made it right here cause I'm sick with it cuddy
    They all take the money for granted
    But don't want to work for it tell me now, isn't it funny? nah

    Oh, it's just me, myself and I
    Solo ride until I die
    Cause I, got me for life
    (Got me for life, yeah)
    Oh I don't need a hand to hold
    Even when the night is cold
    I got that fire in my soul

    I don't need anything to get me through the night
    Except the beat that's in my heart
    Yeah, that's keeping me alive
    (Keeps me alive)
    I don't need anything to make me satisfied (you know)
    Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time

    Like ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Ba-ba-ba-da-ba (yee)
    Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time

    Yeah, lonely nights I laid awake
    Pray to lord, my soul to take
    My heart's become too cold to break
    Know I'm great but I'm broke as hell
    Having dreams that I'm folding cake
    All my life I've been told to wait
    But I'ma get it now, yeah it's no debate
    Yeah

    Oh, it's just me, myself and I
    Solo ride until I die
    Cause I, got me for life
    (Got me for life, yeah)
    Oh I don't need a hand to hold
    Even when the night is cold
    I got that fire in my soul

    I don't need anything to get me through the night
    Except the beat that's in my heart
    And it's keeping me alive
    (Keeps me alive)
    I don't need anything to make me satisfied (you know)
    Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time

    Like ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Ba-ba-ba-da-ba
    Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time
  • Platz 2
    Rihanna feat. Drake - Work

    Dieser Song ist einfach zu krass der Beat ist wieder irgendein Twerksound was aber gut klingt!
    Lyrics: Work, work, work, work, work, work

    He said me haffi
    Work, work, work, work, work, work!
    He see me do mi
    Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt!
    So me put in
    Work, work, work, work, work, work

    When you ah guh
    Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn

    Meh nuh cyar if him
    Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting

    Dry! ...Me a desert him

    Nuh time to have you lurking
    Him ah go act like he nuh like it
    You know I dealt with you the nicest
    Nuh body touch me you nuh righteous
    Nuh badda, text me in a crisis
    I believed all of your dreams, adoration
    You took my heart and my keys and my patience
    You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration
    You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation
    All that I wanted from you was to give me
    Something that I never had
    Something that you've never seen
    Something that you've never been!

    Mmmmm!

    But I wake up and act like nothing's wrong

    Just get ready fi...

    Work, work, work, work, work, work

    He said me haffi
    Work, work, work, work, work, work!
    He see me do mi
    Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt!
    So me put in

    Work, work, work, work, work, work
    Ner einer einer einer einer ner!
    When yuh ago learn learn learn learn learn learn!
    Before the tables turn turn turn turn turn turn!

    Beg you something please
    Baby don't you leave
    Don't leave me stuck here in the streets, uh huh
    If I get another chance to

    I will never, no never neglect you

    I mean who am I to hold your past against you?

    I just hope that it gets to you
    I hope that you see this through
    I hope that you see this true

    What can I say?

    Please recognize I'm tryin', babe!
    I have to

    Work, work, work, work, work, work

    He said me haffi
    Work, work, work, work, work, work!

    He see me do mi
    Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt!
    So me put in
    Work, work, work, work, work, work
    When you ah guh
    Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn

    Meh nuh cyar if him
    Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting

    Yeah, okay
    You need to get done, done, done, done at work, come over
    We just need to slow the motion
    Don't give that away to no one
    Long distance, I need you
    When I see potential I just gotta see it through
    If you had a twin, I would still choose you
    I don't wanna rush into it, if it's too soon
    But I know you need to get done, done, done, done

    If you come over
    Sorry if I'm way less friendly
    I got niggas tryna end me, oh
    I spilled all my emotions tonight, I'm sorry
    Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
    How many more shots until you're rollin'?
    We just need a face to face
    You could pick the time and the place
    You spent some time away
    Now you need to forward and give me all the...

    Work, work, work, work, work, work
    He said me haffi
    Work, work, work, work, work, work
    He se me do mi
    Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt!
    So me put in
    Work, work, work, work, work, work
    When you ah guh
    Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn
    Meh nuh cyar if him
    Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting

    Mmmmm, mmmmm
    Mmmmm, mmmmm
    Work, work, work, work, work, work
    Mmmmm, mmmmm
  • Platz 1
    Endlich Platz 1:



































    Kevin Gates: 2 Phones
    Hello? What the deal? Bet

    I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
    I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
    Think I need two more, line bumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    Countin' money while they ring, ring, ringin'
    Trap jumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
    I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
    Think I need two more, line bumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    Countin' money while they ring, ring, ringin'
    Trap jumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'

    Button start the foreign, oh my God I'm gorgeous
    I just put the key inside my pocket park
    It might not get to see, this a new Ferrari
    Man in the mirror, how you choose to bother
    Someone said they callin', I don't feel like talkin'
    Everything is different returned the way I bought it
    Phone be interrupting me while I'm recordin'
    Phone be making women feel they unimportant
    Call my dog, he say it's all the way retarded
    Keep the oil cause I am not using the Foreman
    Kitchen, I just finished up new performance
    Hater, wish you well
    I got clientele
    I just got it off the scale

    I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
    I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
    Think I need two more, line bumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    Countin' money while they ring, ring, ringin'
    Trap jumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
    I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
    Think I need two more, line bumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    Countin' money while they ring, ring, ringin'
    Trap jumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'

    There they go again, one of my lil friends
    They don't give a damn how a nigga been
    All they wanna know is what I got to give
    How much did I spend? What I got to lend?
    What I did and what I didn't do for them
    Brick comin' in somewhere on the rim
    Section doin' numbers, nowhere by a gym
    Rappin' bottles spin, I'm supplying 10
    Jumpin' out a Honda, I just got it in
    Askin' what I cop, none of your concern
    One day you gone learn what you tryna get
    Everything on sale, goin' out of biz
    Partners up in jail, gotta feed the kids
    Juggin' round the city, you know what it is
    Bread winner business, put that on the wrist

    I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
    I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
    Think I need two more, line bumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    Countin' money while they ring, ring, ringin'
    Trap jumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
    I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
    Think I need two more, line bumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    Countin' money while they ring, ring, ringin'
    Trap jumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'

    Ring, ring, ringin' man
    Find me balling hard
    Come from grinding hard
    Getting calling cards from your Barbie doll
    When she round me she know I'm her bodyguard
    Money callin' for me, baby girl I'm sorry
    You just side yelling you not that important
    Weight, shape her, I could pin you to the carpet
    Smell like tarter, I'mma put you in the water
    Conversation cause a lot of chips
    She don't really get a lot of this
    Engagin' where I'm gazin' at her hips
    And ain't nobody makin' no attempts
    Amazing clip, hanging, slanging dick
    Maybe we can make it takin' trips
    Maybe I was thinkin' too impatient
    Phone ringing, hold up, what it is?

    I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
    I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
    Think I need two more, line bumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    Countin' money while they ring, ring, ringin'
    Trap jumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
    I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
    Think I need two more, line bumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'
    Countin' money while they ring, ring, ringin'
    Trap jumpin' I'm ring, ring, ringin'



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