TOP SONGS FOR 2019 *You decide if they are appropriate for Middle, High School & College Cheerleaders & Dance Companies
*Not for children (even though the radio, spotify, tik tok, local dance companies and schools (including church dances play these songs)
#1 - "Old Town Road" Lil Nas X featuring Billy Ray Cyrus
Lyrics
Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more (Kio, Kio)
I got the horses in the back
Horse tack is attached
Hat is matte black
Got the boots that's black to match
Ridin' on a horse, ha
You can whip your Porsche
I been in the valley
You ain't been up off that porch, now
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Ridin' on a tractor
Lean all in my bladder
Cheated on my baby
You can go and ask her
My life is a movie
Bull ridin' and boobies
Cowboy hat from Gucci
Wrangler on my booty
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
Meaning
#4 Billie Eilish - Bad Guy
Lyrics
White shirt now red, my bloody nose
Sleeping, you're on your tippy toes
Creeping around like no one knows
Think you're so criminal
Bruises, on both my knees for you
Don't say thank you or please
I do what I want when I'm wanting to
My soul? So cynical
So you're a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy, duh
I'm the bad guy
I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don't
Own me, I'll let you play the role
I'll be your animal
My mommy likes to sing along with me
But she won't sing this song
If she reads all the lyrics
She'll pity the men I know
So you're a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy, duh
I'm the bad guy, duh
I'm only good at being bad, bad
I like when you get mad
I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone
You said she's scared of me?
I mean, I don't see what she sees
But maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne
I'm a bad guy
I'm a bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy
I'm a bad-
#5 Post Malone - Wow
Lyrics
Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy
Pull up twenty inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy
Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy
Shawty mixin' up the vodka with the LaCroix, yeah
G-Wagon, G-Wagon, G-Wagon, G-Wagon
All the housewives pullin' up (up, up, up)
I got a lot of toys
720S bumpin' Fall Out Boy
You was talkin' shit in the beginning (mmh-mmh)
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin' (more forgivin')
I know it piss you off to see me winnin' (see me win)
See the igloo in my mouth when I be grinnin' (I be grinnin'), yeah
Hundred bands in my pocket, it's on me
Hundred deep when I roll like the army
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (wow, wow)
Hundred bands in my pocket, it's on me (on me)
Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (know me)
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (wow, wow)
Everywhere I go (hey)
Catch me on the block like I'm Mutombo (wow)
750 Lambo in the Utah snow (skrrt)
Trunk in the front like that shit Dumbo, yeah
Cut the roof off like a nip-tuck
Pull up to the house with some big butts
Turn the kitchen counter to a strip-club
Me and Dre came for the
When I got guap, all of y'all disappeared (wow)
Before I dropped Stoney, none of y'all really cared (cared)
Now they always say, "Congratulations, " to the kid (kid)
And this is not a 40, but I'm pourin' out this shit (yeah)
Used to have a lot, but I got more now (yup)
Made another hit 'cause I got bored now (yup)
Always goin' for it, never punt fourth down
Last call, Hail Mary, Prescott touchdown, ay (yeah)
Hundred bands in my pocket, it's on me (on me)
Hundred deep when I roll like the army (hey)
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (wow, wow)
Hundred bands in my pocket, it's on me (Goddamn)
Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (Goddamn)
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (wow, wow)
Sayin', "Wow"
(Wow)
(Wow)
#7 Ariana Grande - 7 Rings
Lyrics
Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favorite things (yeah)
Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch
Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage?
Rather be tied up with calls and not strings
Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah (yeah)
My wrist, stop watchin', my neck is flossin'
Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin'
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)
Wearing a ring, but ain't gon' be no "Mrs."
Bought matching diamonds for six of my bitches
I'd rather spoil all my friends with my riches
Think retail therapy my new addiction
Whoever said money can't solve your problems
Must not have had enough money to solve 'em
They say, "Which one?" I say, "Nah, I want all of 'em"
Happiness is the same price as red-bottoms
My smile is beamin', my skin is gleamin'
The way it shine, I know you've seen it (you've seen it)
I bought a crib just for the closet
Both his and hers, I want it, I got it, yeah
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (baby)
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it (oh yeah)
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)
Yeah, my receipts, be lookin' like phone numbers
If it ain't money, then wrong number
Black card is my business card
The way it be settin' the tone for me
I don't mean to brag, but I be like, "Put it in the bag, " yeah
When you see them racks, they stacked up like my ass, yeah
Shoot, go from the store to the booth
Make it all back in one loop, give me the loot
Never mind, I got the juice
Nothing but net when we shoot
Look at my neck, look at my jet
Ain't got enough money to pay me respect
Ain't no budget when I'm on the set
If I like it, then that's what I get, yeah
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (yeah)
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (oh yeah, yeah)
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)
#9 Travis Scott - Sicko Mode
Lyrics
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-some-some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said (playin' for keeps)
Someone said, motherfuck what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)
Yeah
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (Ay, ay)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah
This how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah
Just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
#13 Lizzo - Truth Hurts
Lyrics
Why men great 'til they gotta be great?
Woo
I just took a DNA test, turns out I'm 100% that bitch
Even when I'm crying crazy
Yeah, I got boy problems, that's the human in me
Bling bling, then I solve 'em, that's the goddess in me
You coulda had a bad bitch, non-committal
Help you with your career just a little
You're 'posed to hold me down, but you're holding me back
And that's the sound of me not calling you back
Why men great 'til they gotta be great?
Don't text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bomb lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi dom bi dum bum bay
You tried to break my heart?
Oh, that breaks my heart
That you thought you ever had it
No, you ain't from the start
Hey, I'm glad you're back with your bitch
I mean who would wanna hide this?
I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever be your side chick
I put the sing in single
Ain't worried 'bout a ring on my finger
So you can tell your friend, "shoot your shot" when you see 'em
It's OK, he already in my DMs
Why men great 'til they gotta be great?
Don't text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bomb lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum bum bay
I'ma hit you back in a minute
I don't play tag, bitch, I been it
We don't fuck with lies, we don't do goodbyes
We just keep it pushing like aye yi yi
I'ma hit you back in a minute
I don't play tag, bitch, I been it
We don't fuck with lies, we don't do goodbyes
We just keep it pushing like aye yi yi
Why men great 'til they gotta be great?
Don't text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bomb lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum bum bay
#23 Ava Max - Sweet but Psycho
Lyrics
Oh, she's sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
Oh, she's hot but a psycho
So left but she's right though
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
She'll make you curse, but she a blessing
She'll rip your shirt within a second
You'll be coming back, back for seconds
With your plate, you just can't help it
No, no, you'll play along
Let her lead you on, on, on
You'll be saying, "No, no"
Then saying, "Yes, yes, yes"
'Cause she messin' with your head
Oh, she's sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
Oh, she's hot but a psycho
So left but she's right though
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
Grab a cop gun kinda crazy
She's poison but tasty
Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away"
'Cause she's sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
See, someone said, "Don't drink her potions"
She'll kiss your neck with no emotion
When she's mean, you know you love it
'Cause she tastes so sweet, don't sugarcoat it
No, no, you'll play along
Let her lead you on, on, on
You'll be saying, "No (no, no, no, no), no (no, no)"
Then saying, "Yes, yes, yes"
'Cause she messin' with your head
Oh, she's sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
Oh, she's hot but a psycho
So left but she's right though
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
Grab a cop gun kinda crazy
She's poison but tasty
Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away"
'Cause she's sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
You're just like me, you're out your mind
I know it's strange, we're both the crazy kind
You're tellin' me that I'm insane
Boy, don't pretend that you don't love the pain
Oh, she's sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
Oh, she's hot but a psycho
So left but she's right though
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
Grab a cop gun kinda crazy
She's poison but tasty
Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away"
'Cause she's sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
#26 - Lil Baby & Gunna - Drop Too Hard
*Now this is just NASTY!!! NO Freaking Talent!!!!!!! He would have been boo'd off the stage back when Hip-Hop was real!!!!!!!
Lyrics
Run that back, Turbo
You can get the biggest Chanel bag in the store if you want it
I gave 'em the drip, they sucked it up, I got 'em on it
I bought a new Patek, I had the watch, so I two-toned 'em
Takin' these drugs, I'm gon' be up until the morning
That ain't your car, you just a leaser, you don't own it
If I'm in the club, I got that fire when I'm performin'
The backend just came in, in all hundreds
Vibes galore, cute shit, they all on us
I'm from Atlanta where young niggas run shit
I know they hatin' on me, but I don't read comments
Whenever I tell her to come, she comin'
Whenever it's smoke, we ain't runnin'
Drip too hard, don't stand too close
You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave
Doing all these shows, I've been on the road
I don't care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed
Do this all the time, this ain't no surprise
Every other night, another movie gettin' made
Drip too hard, don't stand too close
You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave
Doing all these shows, I've been on the road
I don't care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed
Do this all the time, this ain't no surprise (yeah)
Every other night, another movie gettin' made
#28 - Lil Tecca - Ransom
Lyrics
Yeah (Internet Money bitch)
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm boutta blow-oh-whoa-oh, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowing up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah
I got red, I got blue, what you want?
The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton
She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan
I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one
I started from the bottom, you could see the way I stunt
I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton
The opps they tryna line me 'cause they hate the place I'm from
But them niggas don't know me, they just know the place I'm from
I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place
But you ain't want me last year so just get up out my face
They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste
I know they want my downfall, lil' nigga are you laced?
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm boutta blow-oh-whoa-oh, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowing up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm boutta blow-oh-whoa-oh, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowing up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah
#30 - Post Malone & Young Thug - Goodbyes
Lyrics
Me and Kurt feel the same, too much pleasure is pain
My girl spites me in vain, all I do is complain
She need something to change, need to take off the edge
So fuck it all tonight
And don't tell me to shut up
When you know you talk too much
But you don't got shit to say
I want you out of my head
I want you out of my bedroom tonight (bedroom)
There's no way I can save you (save you)
'Cause I need to be saved, too
I'm no good at goodbyes
We're both actin' insane but too stubborn to change
Now I'm drinkin' again, 80 proof in my veins
And my fingertip stained, looking over the edge
Don't fuck with me tonight
Say you needed this heart and you got it (got it)
Turns out that it wasn't what you wanted (wanted)
And we wouldn't let go and we lost it (lost it)
Now I'm a goner
I want you out of my head (head)
I want you out of my bedroom tonight (bedroom)
There's no way I can save you (save you)
'Cause I need to be saved, too (saved, too)
I'm no good at goodbyes
I want you out of my life
I want you back here tonight
I'm tryna cut you, no knife
I wanna slice you and dice you
My heart get possessive, it got you precise
Can you not turn off the TV? I'm watchin' the fight
I flood the garage, blue diamond, no shark
You're Barbie life doll, it's Nicki Minaj
You don't need a key to drive, your car on the charger
I just wanna see the side, the one that's unbothered (yeah)
And I don't want you to never go outside (outside)
I promise if they play, my niggas slidin' (slidin')
I'm fuckin' her, the tour bus still ridin' (ridin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I want you out of my head (head)
I want you out of my bedroom tonight (bedroom)
There's no way I could save you (save you)
'Cause I need to be saved, too (saved, too)
I'm no good at goodbyes
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I'm no good at goodbyes
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I'm no good at goodbyes
#37 - Cardi B & Bruno Mars - Please Me
Lyrics
Uh, uh, yeah, come on
Please me, baby
Turn around and just tease me, baby
You know what I want and what I need, baby
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
Please me, baby
Turn around and just tease me, baby
You know what I want and what I need, baby
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
Lollipoppin' (Poppin'), twerkin' in some J's (Ooh)
On the dance floor (Uh-huh), no panties in the way (Nope)
I take my time with it (Ow), bring you close to me (Ow)
Don't want no young dumb shit
Better fuck me like we listenin' to Jodeci
I was tryna lay low (Low), takin' it slow (Slow)
When I'm fuckin' again (Ayy)
Gotta celebrate, do you man look good? Better put him away
If you can't sweat the weave out, you shouldn't even be out
Dinner reservations like the pussy, you gon' eat out
I'm gonna ride it, do it just how you like it
Tonight and after that
Let's do it one more time
Girl, I ain't one for beggin', but now you got me beggin'
Please me, baby
Turn around and just tease me, baby
You know what I want and what I need, baby
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
Please me, baby
Turn around and just tease me, baby
You know what I want and what I need, baby
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
Booty so round (Round), booty so soft (Soft)
Bet you wanna smack it again (Ayy)
Let me demonstrate
Hit it one time, make it levitate
Titties out like blaka (Blaka)
Broke bitches watch out now (Watch out)
Your pussy basura (Basura)
My pussy horchata (Oh)
I'm gonna ride it, do it just how you like it
Tonight and after that (Ooh)
Let's do it one more time
Girl, I ain't one for beggin', but now you got me beggin'
Please me, baby
Turn around and just tease me, baby
You know what I want and what I need, baby
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
Come on
Come on, back it up for me
Come on
Ooh, twerk it on me slowly
Come on
Girl, let me put this lovin' on you
You better say that shit (Uh)
Cardi don't play that shit (Yeah)
Do my back like I do these records, break that shit
Please me, baby (Uh)
Turn around and tease me, baby (Uh, ooh)
You got what I want and need, baby (Yes)
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
Please me, baby
Turn around and tease me, baby
You got what I want and need, baby
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
#38 - Cardi B - Money
*Anyone supporting this, playing this is destroying society!!!!!!
Lyrics
Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real
I ride on his dick, in some big tall heels
Big fat checks, big large bills
Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels
Cold ass bitch, I give broads chills
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills
He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels (Woo!)
I was born to flex (Yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)
Shake a little ass (Money)
You get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Get a little cash (Money)
You shake it real fast, you get a little more (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)
Bustin' out the roof (Cardi)
I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit
I need room for my legs
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah
I need cheese for my egg
All y'all bitches in trouble
Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
I heard that Cardi went pop
Yeah, I did go pop (Pop)
That's me bustin' they bubble
I'm Dasani with the drip
Baby mommy with the clip
Walk out Follie's with a bitch
Bring a thottie to the whip
Is she fine or she thick, goddamn
Walkin' past the mirror, ooh
Damn, I'm fine (Fine)
Let a bitch try me, boom
Hammer time, uh
I was born to flex (Yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)
Shake a little ass (Money)
You get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Get a little cash (Money)
You shake it real fast, you get a little more (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)
Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)
Bitch, I will pop at your pops (Your pops)
Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr)
You know who popped the most shit? (Who?)
The people whose shit not together (Okay)
You'da bet Cardi a freak (Freak)
All my pajamas is leather (Uh)
Bitch, I will black on your ass
Wakanda forever
Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun
Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
Cardi at the tip-top, bitch
Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Uh)
Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy)
Make that nigga put down 2K
I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ
He gonna eat this ass like soup (Ayy)
I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex
But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the
K, K, C (Woo!)
Money
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)
#47 - Blueface - Thotiana
*Shame on anyone playing this crap!!!!!!!
Lyrics
Blueface, baby
Yeah, aight, bust down, Thotiana
Yeah, aight, I wanna see you bust down
Bust down, Thotiana (bust down, Thotiana)
I wanna see you bust down (over)
Pick it up, now break that shit down (break it down)
Speed it up, then slow that shit down, on the gang (slow it down)
Bust it (bust down), bust down, bust it, bust it
Bust down on the gang (over)
Bust down, Thotiana (bust down, Thotiana)
I wanna see you bust down (over)
Pick it up, now break that shit down (break it down)
Speed it up, now slow that shit down, on the gang (slow it down)
Bust it (bust down), bust down, bust it, bust it
Bust down on the gang (over)
Blueface, baby
Yeah, aight, I'm every woman's fantasy (Blueface, baby)
Mama always told me I was gon' break hearts
I guess it's her fault, stupid, don't be mad at me (don't be mad at me)
I wanna see you bust down (bust down)
Bend that shit over, on the gang (yeah, ayy)
Make that shit clap
She threw it back so I had to double back on the gang (on the gang)
Smacking high off them drugs
I tried tell myself, two times was 'nough (was enough)
Then a nigga relapsed on the dead locs
Ain't no running, Thotiana, you gon' take these damn strokes (Thotiana)
I beat the pussy up, now it's a murder scene
Keep shit player Thotiana like you ain't never even heard of me (Blueface, baby)
Bust down, Thotiana, I wanna see you bust down (bust down)
Bend that shit over, yeah, aight (bend it over)
Now make that shit clap on the gang (make it clap)
Now toot that thing up (toot it up), throw that shit back (throw it back)
I need my extras on the dead locs
Bust down, Thotiana (bust down, Thotiana)
I wanna see you bust down (over)
Pick it up, now break that shit down (break it down)
Speed it up, then slow that shit down, on the gang (slow it down)
Bust it (bust down), bust down, bust it, bust it
Bust down on the gang (over)
Bust down, Thotiana (bust down, Thotiana)
I wanna see you bust down (over)
Pick it up, now break that shit down (break it down)
Speed it up, now slow that shit down, on the gang (slow it down)
Bust it (bust down), bust down, bust it, bust it
Bust down on the gang (over)
#57 - DJ Snake Ft. Selena Gomez, Ozuna & Cardi B. - Taki Taki
*LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Verso 2: Cardi B]
Bardi (Cardi)
He said he wanna to touch it, and tease it, and squeeze it
Well, my piggy bank is hungry, my nigga, you need to feed it
If the text ain't freaky, I don't wanna read it
And just to let you know, this punani is undefeated, ayy
He said he really wanna see me more
I said, "We should have a date—where? At the Lamborghini store"
I’m kinda scary, hard to read, I'm like a Ouija board
But I'm a boss bitch, who you gonna leave me for?
You hoes got no class, you bitches is broke still
I be talking cash, shit, while I'm popping my gold grill
I'm a whole rich bitch, and I work like I'm broke still
But the love be so fake, but the hate be so real, uh
Bardi (Cardi)
He said he wanna to touch it, and tease it, and squeeze it
Well, my piggy bank is hungry, my nigga, you need to feed it
If the text ain't freaky, I don't wanna read it
And just to let you know, this punani is undefeated, ayy
He said he really wanna see me more
I said, "We should have a date—where? At the Lamborghini store"
I’m kinda scary, hard to read, I'm like a Ouija board
But I'm a boss bitch, who you gonna leave me for?
You hoes got no class, you bitches is broke still
I be talking cash, shit, while I'm popping my gold grill
I'm a whole rich bitch, and I work like I'm broke still
But the love be so fake, but the hate be so real, uh
*and then we have Selena Gomez from DISNEY *Holy Sh&%
[Verso 3: Selena Gomez]
Careful when you come through my way
My body already know how to play
Work it, keep it tight everyday
And I, I, I know you need a taste
When I ooh, you're fallin’ in love
Give a little ooh-ooh, get it well done
Dancing on my ooh, make your girl wanna run
We keep moving 'til the sun come up
Porque I am the party, yo soy fiesta
Blow out your candles, have a siesta
They can try, pero no one can stop me
What my taki taki wants, yeah, my taki taki gets, uh
Careful when you come through my way
My body already know how to play
Work it, keep it tight everyday
And I, I, I know you need a taste
When I ooh, you're fallin’ in love
Give a little ooh-ooh, get it well done
Dancing on my ooh, make your girl wanna run
We keep moving 'til the sun come up
Porque I am the party, yo soy fiesta
Blow out your candles, have a siesta
They can try, pero no one can stop me
What my taki taki wants, yeah, my taki taki gets, uh
#66 - YNW Melly - Murder on my mind
*******Pure Evil!!!!!!!
Lyrics
I ain't get to roll no weed, ain't get to roll no Swishers
I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my niggas
Ain't get to hug my mama, couldn't even give her no kisses
Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these pussy niggas be snitching
Everybody acting suspicious, might prolly say that I'm tripping
When I'm all alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings
And all I smoke is that loud, don't pass me no midget
And I'ma smoke all of my pain away 'cause that the only thing that gon' heal it
I don't understand these women who go around pretending
As if they really fuck with me, so I love 'em all from distance
'Cause the same bitch say she down to ride be the main one who tricking
Got Molly mixed with Promethazine 'cause every time
I wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind
Bitch I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
Yellow tape around his body, it's a fucking homicide
His face is on a T-Shirt and his family traumatized
I didn't even mean to shoot 'em, he just caught me by surprise
I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice
His body dropped down to the floor and he had teardrops in his eyes
He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die
I told 'em it's too late my friend, its time to say "Goodbye"
And he died inside my arms, blood all on my shirt
I wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind
Bitch I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
Bite like tarantula, bitch I'm a animal
Melly's a savage, no he not no amateur
Baby name Angela, fucked her on camera
Bitch I'ma murderer
I might just kill the boy
Don't wanna kill the boy
Bake 'em up, say he want beef, we gon' grill the boy
Grill the boy (grill the boy)
I'm bleeding so good I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy
Murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
Wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind
Bitch I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
#67 - Billie Eilish - When the party's over
#67 - Billie Eilish - When the party's over
Lyrics
Don't you know I'm no good for you?
I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'
But nothin' ever stops you leavin'
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
Don't you know too much already?
I'll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend but keep me closer (call me back)
And I'll call you when the party's over
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
And I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
Yeah, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
But nothing is better sometimes
Once we've both said our goodbyes
Let's just let it go
Let me let you go
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
#73 - Billie Eilish - Bury A Friend
*WONDER WHY THE KIDS ARE KILLING THEMSELVES??????
#73 - Billie Eilish - Bury A Friend
*WONDER WHY THE KIDS ARE KILLING THEMSELVES??????
Lyrics
Billie
What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering? What do you know?
Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
Come here
Say it, spit it out, what is it exactly
You're payin'? Is the amount cleanin' you out, am I satisfactory?
Today, I'm thinkin' about the things that are deadly
The way I'm drinkin' you down
Like I wanna drown, like I wanna end me
Step on the glass, staple your tongue (ahh)
Bury a friend, try to wake up (ah ahh)
Cannibal class, killing the son (ahh)
Bury a friend, I wanna end me
I wanna end me
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna end me
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering? What do you know?
Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
Listen
Keep you in the dark, what had you expected?
Me to make you my art and make you a star
And get you connected?
I'll meet you in the park, I'll be calm and collected
But we knew right from the start that you'd fall apart
'Cause I'm too expensive
Your talk'll be somethin' that shouldn't be said out loud
Honestly, I thought that I would be dead by now (Wow)
Calling security, keepin' my head held down
Bury the hatchet or bury your friend right now
For the debt I owe, gotta sell my soul
'Cause I can't say no, no, I can't say no
Then my limbs all froze and my eyes won't close
And I can't say no, I can't say no
Careful
Step on the glass, staple your tongue (ahh)
Bury a friend, try to wake up (ah ahh)
Cannibal class, killing the son (ahh)
Bury a friend, I wanna end me
I wanna end me
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna end me
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering? What do you know?
Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
*WHEN WILL WE WAKE UP AND SAVE THE CHILDREN?
*WHEN WILL WE WAKE UP AND SAVE THE CHILDREN?
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