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327 By Westside Gunn Look, I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I’m in them places that you can’t go (That you can’t go) Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload) Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes) I’m a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for [Westside Gunn:] Ayo, I’m rockin’ old Nashes, on the runway in my coke fashion Anybody move, we toe-taggin’ (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) My 327s was blessings, leather Vuitton vests-es Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin’ (Skrt) 22 with greys, 25, left in a cage I told him hold your head, it’s worse in a grave I threw coke in the pot, watched it bloom residue and consume He started wavin’, had a lighter and dope spoon A n----’ll try to kill you for your recipe My shooter nasa

George Bondo By Westside Gunn Ayo, I’m from a back block on the east side, peace and war Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (Brr) My whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine Just shot a n---- on the anklet (Boom, boom, boom), sellin’ dope Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, n----- tasteless Cells pop, n----- came through, stabbed ’em on the wakeup (Ah) N----- catch you at the showers for a hundred soups Bought a goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes (Skrt) The chopper on double loop (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot We baggin’ up trouble at the W, what’s up with you? We huntin’ too (Ah) Still plottin’ and schemin’, on the cot, daydreamin’ Get shot out the Heron, pray demon, you ain’t breathin ‘ (Skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) The yay reekin’, your lips movin’, you ain’t breathin’ You start coughin’ up blood for the same reasons, you ever sold

No Vacancy By Westside Gunn Brr, bonjour Brr Ayo, I whipped it with the left, I whipped it with the right (Whip) Three quarter mink at the Tank fight (Ah) Your s--- stepped on, get your yay right (Ah) I blow your brains out in broad daylight (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) You ever made love to the pot? I ain’t think so You ever threw up from smellin’ too many kilos? The Migos, Nigos, we reload the free throws The Margiela peacoat, the regal Four story house I got off Ebro, the VLONE Rest in peace Vino (Ah), rest in peace Kino, the Spiegel The seagulls, April fresh ego Slam you on your neck like Bruno Sammartino Welcome home Tito, you proud and sippin’ pinot My shooter shot five n----- in a row, we yell “Bingo”, my nino (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Bulletproof Bentleys parked outside the Whitney (Skrt) You need it, n----, hit me, vacuum seal it, then you ship it (Ah)

400 Million Plus Tax By Westside Gunn Three hundred and seventy million, back to Francois’ client At Three hundred and seventy million dollars, ladies and gentlemen Four hundred million Four hundred million is the bid Here in the sale room at four hundred million with Alex Rotter The bid is here at four hundred million dollars For the Salvatore Mundi at four hundred million Francois is out, are you sure, Francois? At four hundred million then, thank you for your bidding here and on the telephone to my left And of course here, Loïc and Francois, it is with Alex Rotter At four hundred million Leonardo, Salvatore Mundi Selling here at Christie’s, four hundred million dollars is the bid And the piece is sold

Upside Down By Whethan And what if I pull up on the pavement? What if butted just to break it? What am I doin’ when I’m waitin’ for you? Yeah, how do I live with this hole in my head? ‘Cause I got my feet on the ground The words that I wish you would tell me instead But next time you come to house I’m tellin’ you that I won’t be here waitin’ anymore Don’t call me when the sun goes down But you can say, “I’m sorry, baby” Don’t be cynical ‘Cause you can turn me upside down ‘Cause you can turn me upside down (upside down) ‘Cause you can turn me upside down ‘Cause you can turn me upside down (upside down) ‘Cause you can turn me upside down ‘Cause you can turn me up— Yeah, how do I live with this hole in my head? ‘Cause I got my feet on the ground The words that I wish you would tell me instead But next time you come to house I’m tellin’ you that I won’t be here waitin’ anymore Don’t call me when the sun goes down But you can say, “I’m sorry, baby” Don’t be

Grá By Wardruna Grá Lyrics: Grá Gamle Grå… Eg hugsar ringen før den brotna Songen din rørar djupt i meg Som taumar rakt frå minna dreg Eg finn ikkje ord, dei er for meg gøymd Men det er noko gamalt, det er noko gløymd Eg hugsar når du jaga fritt Eg hugsar når me jaga saman Eg hugsar oss, før vegen skildes Eg hugsar ringen før den brotna Alltid var på meg, og eg på deg Alltid var på deg, og du på meg Berre spring til mine skogar Berre jag i mine fjell Før din flokk til mine dalar Lat oss laga ringen heil Eg skal syngje deg vegen heil Eg skal syngje heimat heil English translation: Grey Old Grey… I recall the ring before it broke… Your song stirs something deep within Like chords pulling straight from memory I can’t find the words, they still remain veiled Yet I know it is old, I know that it’s forgotten I remember when you roamed freely I remember when we roamed together I remember us before our paths got separated I remember the ring before it b

In Da City By Woah Vicky These p---- hoes could neva Should neva, would neva Even if they thought about it Even if they tried it These b------ could neva Vicky In da city wit it Tryna make sum b---- Couple bad b------ That be down to shake sum b---- If it’s up then it’s up We ain’t taking no s--- Got them bands on me Push a mans on me I’m lit Big ballin’ b----, got these hittas watchin That ain’t even yo’ man why these hoes blockin’ See me up and they gone haten but they can’t help but watch it Red light green light but they can never stop me You b------ thought you was gone stop me A p---- hoe could neva stop me I’m coming for you b------ all 2020 F--- you thought this was a p---- hoe could neva In da city wit it Tryna make sum b---- Couple bad b------ That be down to shake sum b---- If it’s up then it’s up We ain’t taking no s--- Got them bands on me Push a mans on me I’m lit Who the f--- are you, you can’t let these hoes check me nope You been st

Tu Lógica By Willie Gomez Que curioso ahora verte por acá Reclamando cosas que unos días atrás Tu venías haciendo Se te olvida que nada es casualidad Todo lo qué haces suele regresar Es cuestión de tiempo Que irónica tu lógica Tan cómica y tan natural Se que no es nada personal Sencillamente se te da Piensas que es astucia que se yo No vengas a voltear la situación Que en esta vaina somos dos Pa’ que tu quieres discutir Sigues metiendo cuentos Yo finjo creerlos Pa’ dormir contento Pa’ que, me quieres discutir Vienes con puros cuentos Pero te recuerdo Que lo que yo tengo Te tiene gozando Gritando despacio Mordiendo los labios Cuando nos miramos Porque no paramo e pelear Se como lo vamo’ a arreglar Me tienes gozando Gritando despacio Mordiendo los labios Cuando nos miramos Why don’t we stop fighting now Why can’t we fix this s--- now Pa’ que tu quieres discutir Sigues metiendo cuentos Yo finjo creerlos Pa’ dormir contento Pa’ que, me quieres

Vanity Fair By Wiz Khalifa Tss So she ran up on me and she was like “Damn, I miss you” I had to tell the young lady “You can’t miss what you still have See, can’t nobody take your spot You don’t miss me, you just missing’ out” Ha-ha-ha Uh, I got you open off the words I spit They tired of the rest, they need some gangster s--- Say I’m the best once the weed get lit Don’t leave your girl around me cause she might get hit I rock Celine and all types of s--- At night, we in the studio, where mics get ripped Doing my thing like a titan These n-----’ mouth hurt from all the biting N----- soft, I ain’t nothing like ’em, don’t need ’em Say they my man but I don’t believe ’em I’m getting tanned with a Puertorican Dropping new s--- for my fans Rings on the fingers, we them champs Pull up to the party, high as f---, I roll up in advance I already know you n----- fake, never trust you again Keep a lil’ McQueen in my cup, Taylor cuff in my pants ‘Nother red carpet, if the

Use Your Manners By Wiz Khalifa It’s only weed Ha-ha-ha Female Ha-ha-ha Don’t be rude Use your manners Joints get lit Hate on me, what’s the point of it? These n----- I’m disappointed in Can’t hang with me like an ornament If she bring a friend, she joining in My gang official, we born to win I’m rollin’ weed and pourin’ gin, woo! ‘Nother plane, I board again I revived, feel born again I’m in the sky, I’m soaring in Got a few vibes, bring ’em foreigns in Valet be gettin’ the door for him She get them ones off the floor for them Makin’ these lil’ n----- forfeit If I ain’t rappin’, that mean I’m tourin’ Show up, I’m very important They be like “It is Khalifa?”, of course it is Grindin’, you don’t have to force the kid Marry the game, won’t divorce the b---- Makin’ the money, you never make me On top of game, you could never play me I was at class, next to JAY-Z Smoking a joint with Nas and Swizz Beatz Took off the Celine’s, A1’s on my feet I’m rollin’ a J