Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga
[Refrain 1: Frank Ski & Lil Wayne]
(Whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Frank Ski]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes
(There's some whores in this house) Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
No bullshit, my nigga
I'm pushin' my triggers
They lookin' for niggas in bushes, my nigga
In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers
The skies was gray and the bullets was silver
Young Money on front of my hoodie, my nigga
You front on your money, you couldn’t, my nigga
We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner
The lesbians say you a p*ssy-ass nigga, ol' ho-ass nigga
I put some pressure on your ho
Make her tell me what she know
Stop confessin' to that ho
Stop confidin' in that ho
Stop providin' for that ho
You gon' die for that ho
Suicide for that ho
[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga
[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy you been a ho since Arsenio
f*ck your bitch, put her in the figure four
Scope on the gun, better visual
Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe
I don't give a f*ck, never gave f*cks
'Cause I always knew that a better day come
Haven't been asleep, seven day run
Never knew how a Chevrolet run
Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre
I am the new NWA
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Take lives like students took lessons
Jail time, felt like it took seconds
I'm a Goodfella, was a dope seller
All these ho niggas must be Hochella
[Refrain 1: Frank Ski & Lil Wayne]
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
You a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes
We act like this a studio, this really just a trap
Everything we got, we had to whip it out the bowl
Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the strap
A million cash in hunnids, now they bring it to the door (Racks)
20k for a coat that I ain't even wore
This bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store
She think she trickin' me, but bitch don't know my pockets swole (The money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top)
Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (Ask)
Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks
And all my shooters shootin; .223's 'bout me, wop
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?

We’ve both been right a few times
Both made our mistakes
Now we know our tomorrow
Is what you give and not what you take
We got to meet in the middle
If we’re gonna go all the way
Honey, I know you wonder
If this is goin’ anywhere
If we’re trying to find good loving, honey
We’re already there
When we meet in the middle
We’re gonna go all the way
You just wanna go your way
I keep tryin’ to go mine
We got to get past this push-and-pull
We’re wasting precious time
We got to meet in the middle
If we’re gonna go all the way
All we can do is do our part
And try to get along
Right here in each other’s arms
Is right where we belong
We got to meet in the middle
If we’re gonna go all the way
Yeah, we got to meet in the middle
If we’re gonna go all the way, all the way
Meet in the middle, baby
Meet in the middle
Meet me in the middle, baby
Meet me in the middle
Meet me in the middle, baby
Meet me in the middle
Meet in the middle, baby
Meet you in the middle, baby
Alright, meet you there

Puoi ammazzarmi se mi vedi assieme a Max Gazzè
Preferisco stare al locale
Mentre tutti ‘sti qua vogliono entrare nei talent
Tu provaci e fai una carriera come gli schiavi
Al tuo live fra monaci perciò sono con 20 cristiani
La mia firma per Machete tu vuoi strapparla
Più la gente non ha mete, più straparla
Tu ci avveleni, ma non sei un pitone
Ti infilo la monnezza in bocca perché sei un bidone
E sono solo un sognatore che pretende di
Fare una pila di monete senza svendermi
Diec’anni fa qui c’era il nulla, io già c’ero qui
Ora mi sento un vero king
‘Mo ti passo sopra con un Cherokee
[Ritornello: En?gma]
Se c’è una cosa che so
È che pure domani non so come sarò
Sogno con lo sguardo nel vuoto
Perso con la testa nel volo che c’ho
Fiero della merda che do
Machete è la mia lama, faccio a pezzi il tuo flow
Hombre, questo è quello che sono
Hombre, questo è quello che suono
[Strofa 3: Jack The Smoker]
Yeah boy
Sempre sulla stessa strada come Kerouac, bang bang
Sparo su di te e smonto carriere, Leroy Merlin
Mi manca solo qualche zero sulla Visa
Non mi scappate, io vi vedo tutti, Monnalisa
Un’altra notte maledetta come Baudelaire
La mia gente vuole la sua fetta, mica lo share
E rimaniamo all’alba, fra’, Yeti
Con la faccia sgrattata come Alba Parietti
Questa scena rap è il mio buffet, tu che
Provi a farlo meglio, se ci riesci allora touché
Sogni pusher lancia buste inizia a far magie
Ci rivediamo domattina nelle farmacie
[Ritornello: En?gma]
Se c’è una cosa che so
È che pure domani non so come sarò
Sogno con lo sguardo nel vuoto
Perso con la testa nel volo che c’ho
Fiero della merda che do
Machete è la mia lama, faccio a pezzi il tuo flow
Hombre, questo è quello che sono
Hombre, questo è quello che suono [Testo di “La mia lama” ft. En?gma]
[Strofa 1: Jack The Smoker]
Sono nato con la voglia e la fame di fare il bis
E non mi ferma niente quindi scappa, bitch please
Ci vedi nel posto con il drink e gli spliff
Ubriachi e pazzi quindi non ci fare il bis
Entro al locale e noi te le suoniamo come i Kiss
Hai visto questa scena crescere dopo Mi Fist
Prima eravamo pochi e squattrinati quindi peace
Adesso è un omicidio quindi puoi chiamare i RIS
Partiamo in 24 se qualcuno qui ci indica
Sempre fatto perché fumo chili d’indica
Disegno il cielo come Caran d’Ache
Ma resto in pace, non ho pare d’hash
Nubi di fumo come fa un apache
Se qua la gente è tesa, il problema è alla radice
La gente è sempre tesa, il problema è la narice
Felice con la testa brilla
Come il Pacciani con la figlia
O i peruviani al parco con la griglia
[Ritornello: En?gma]
Se c’è una cosa che so
È che pure domani non so come sarò
Sogno con lo sguardo nel vuoto
Perso con la testa nel volo che c’ho
Fiero della merda che do
Machete è la mia lama, faccio a pezzi il tuo flow
Hombre, questo è quello che sono
Questo è quello che suono
[Strofa 2: Jack The Smoker]
Questo è droga rap, flow Sert
La gente grida: “Ma che flow è?”
Sto tra le bestie come Noè
Cresciuto al rap, ciò che fai te, cazz’è?

The good times scratched a laugh from the lungs of a young man
In a Deadwood saloon South Dakota afternoon
And the old ones by the door with their heads to their chests
They told lies about whiskey on a woman’s breast
Some tell the story of young Mickey Free
Lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue river valley
Some tell the story of California Joe
He sent word that the Black Hills they was a mountain of gold
And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
And the sun she sets down on the trees
And they’ll thank the Lord for this land that they live in
Where a white man well he does as he pleases
Some flat shoed fool from the east come a running
With some news that he read in some St Joseph paper
And its drinks all around cause the news he’s a telling
Is the one they call crazy has been caught and been dealt with
And the Easterner he reads the news from the paper
And the old ones draw nearer so that they can hear better
Well it says here that Crazy Horse was killed while he was trying to
Escape
Says is was sometime last September and don’t give the exact date
And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
And the sun she sets down on the trees
And they’ll thank the Lord for this land that they live in
Where a white man well he does as he pleases
Then the talk turned back to whisky and women
Cold nights on the plains lord fighting the Indians
The Easterner says he’ll have one more before he goes
He gives up the paper to the Crow boy sweeps up the floor
And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
And the sun she sets down on the trees
And they’ll thank the Lord for this land that they live in
Where a white man well he does as he pleases

[Verse 1]
You left, for a second I forget
For a second I can feel again
You’re gone, had a dream of moving on
But when I woke up I was here again
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I can’t unbreak my heart
Untake your love away, oh
No, I can’t undress me up, I need to feel the pain
[Chorus]
Yeah I just wanna dance to sad songs, sad songs, tonight
We dive into my eyes
Sad songs, tonight
Yeah I just wanna dance to sad songs, sad songs, tonight
We dive into my eyes
Yeah I just wanna dance to sad songs
[Post-Chorus]
Lot of ways, lot of ways
[Verse 2]
In my mind, there are seconds of goodbye
Never thought that I would hear you say
I try to imagine that I’m finе
But I’ll never be thе same (Never be the same)
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I can’t unbreak my heart
Untake your love away, oh
No, I can’t undress me up, I need to feel the pain
[Chorus]
Yeah I just wanna dance to sad songs, sad songs, tonight
We dive into my eyes
Sad songs, tonight
Yeah I just wanna dance to sad songs, sad songs, tonight
We dive into my eyes
Sad songs, tonight
Yeah I just wanna dance to sad songs
[Post-Chorus]
Lot of ways, lot of ways
Sad song
Lot of ways, lot of ways
No, I’ll never be the same
No, I’ll never
No, I’ll never be the same
No, I’ll never, no I’ll never
No, I’ll never be the same
No, I’ll never
No, I’ll never be the same
Yeah I just wanna dance to sad songs
[Outro]
Yeah I just wanna dance to sad songs
Unbreak my heart, untake your love
Unbreak my heart, untake your love
Unbreak my heart, untake your love
Yeah I just wanna dance to sad songs

Fragrance on another level, love it how you smell
Only other question, when is me and you gon’ get together? Diamonds don’t reflect the way I’m talking ’bout whatever
Never had your p*ssy pleasure but I’m [?]
Turned the [?] orange, in the beginning it was yellow
I hate to be alone, options open, I got several
Plain Jane rollie, ain’t no diamonds in the bezel
No, we not movin’ on, I can leave you where I met you
You know you kinda bad and you workin’ with some ass
1942, I’m ’bout to pour it in your glass
Money comin’ in and I be runnin’ up a sack
f*ck it up tonight, nigga right back in my bag
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the bed
[?] do the dash
Please don’t be llama drive like Steve Nash
Droptop coupe, it’s the high-speed jail
Panoramic roof got the VR glass
Porn while I’m goin’ baby, where the lean at? I’m not into dancin’ but when you dancin’ like how you standin’
Bad bitch [?] like I’m classy
Transit when you be swaggin’, I’m in the fashion
When you in the custom, boy, I know you just be actin’
I’m flashin’ out behind, you don’t fall in love
Grip you from behind, you ballin’ up
I’m passionate when I’m smashin’, you call me daddy
Cracked just to make you happy, you for a laughin’
You know you kinda bad and you workin’ with some ass
1942, I’m ’bout to pour it in your glass
Money comin’ in and I be runnin’ up a sack
f*ck it up tonight, nigga right back in my bag
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the bed
[?] do the dash [?]
You know you kinda bad and you workin’ with some ass
1942, I’m ’bout to pour it in your glass
Money comin’ in and I be runnin’ up a sack
f*ck it up tonight, nigga right back in my bag
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the bed
[?] do the dash
Please don’t be llama drive like Steve Nash
Droptop coupe, it’s the high-speed jail
Panoramic roof got the VR glass
Porn while I’m goin’ baby, where the lean at?

[Intro]
Enjoyin’
Keep enjoyin’
Enjoyin’
Keep enjoyin’
[Verse 1: Nyck Caution]
Uh, I dropped the bag off (Yeah)
Early morning I jack off
So when I f*ck your chick afternoon, I last long (I last long)
Every song is like the last song (The last song)
When it comes to the level in which I rap on (I rap on)
Your bitches dancin’ on me (Yeah)
She like a lap dog (She like a lap dog)
She like my hair (Like my hair)
I keep my cap on
‘Cause I ain’t lookin’ for love
Shit, is that wrong? (Is that wrong?)
I just want something dainty that I can tap on (I can tap on)
It’s killer season, hoe (Yeah)
I feel like Cam’ron (I feel like Cam’ron)
I’m just tryna build a block that I can stand on (That I can stand)
Real estate and bigger plans (Plans)
Ya’ll just worried about some shit to blow a bag on (Dummy)
I peep the game before it happens like I’m Tony Romo
I’m better than a referee
Don’t let the internet fool you 100k on the ‘Gram doesn’t make you a celebrity (A celebrity)
You public figures with the f*ckin’ pictures (f*ckin’)
You got your ass pokin’ out when you lean to the left (Yeah)
When it’s really not fat you just angle it best (You just angle it best)
And in person we know that your self-esteem is a mess
But it make you feel better when you’re postin’ your pics (Yeah)
[Chorus: Nyck Caution]
It’s cool, I ain’t knockin’ it (Nah)
As long as somebody comment that (Yeah)
And make your whole career look promisin’
Get it how you live it (Live it)
This world can be filthy (Filthy)
But I’ma do me and get back to the real thing (Yeah)
‘Cause every hard line keeps addin’ to the kill streak
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Hol’ up, f*ck what they talking ’bout, dawg, I know they hear me
I could give a f*ck if they feel me, dawg
They sendin’ shots, better kill me, dawg
I’m on a kill streak, I do these flows filthy (Uh-huh)
So much flows, I started investin’ in realty, got so much goal
All these jewelry make a nigga feel guilty
Ice on the knot, bitch I’m still me
This is just the chill me (Yeah)
Get a nigga hot, and that’s when you see the real me (Uh-huh)
Force a nigga hand and that’s when you gon’ reveal me (What up?)
Nina on my waist if you talkin’ out your face
Better proceed with caution ’cause you niggas ain’t safe
[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]
Off the Jameson I turn into an animal, baby
Shows with Eric, bitch, I’m feelin’ like Hannibal, baby
Burn up, I roll some words and now my calendar crazy
Different country every night, let’s some capital, baby (Turn it up, uh)
Eastside phenom, yeah
When you make it, it’s no B-side
Y’all don’t want beef, y’all meat rot
This a f*ck you not a peace sign
I’ve been down bad like Steve Jobs
Made it all back like Steve, now way I slam ’em down bad, no high five
Beats like sheesh, yo you don’t eat on these sides
You can’t keep yours, I’ma keep mine
Flex like a wrestler, bitch I’m feelin’ like divine
Open up her legs, block my head on her monkey
I keep the shit funky
Her eyes rollin’ back, yo she look like a junkie
I bully these p*ssy, I feel like a Dudley
All I want is some Cudi
Poker face, day and night when sh-
Aftet she dip, yo a spliff would be lovely
I ain’t sparkin’ this chick ’cause every time she hit the weed, she be buggin’
Make a way and everybody start runnin’
Make a name and everybody your cousin
[Chorus: Nyck Caution]
It’s cool, I ain’t knockin’ it
As long as somebody profitin’
There’s always someone else that’s pockettin’
But get it how you live it (Live it)
This world can be filthy (Filthy)
But I’ma do me and get back to the real thing (Back to the real)
‘Cause every hard line keeps addin’ to the kill streak

[Verse 1]
Nothing’s like the first time
And when it ends, you try to find it all over again
Like something’s missing when you are gone
It’s just a feeling I can’t overcome
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh
You will be the end of me
You’re the end of me, I know, I know, I know
You treat my heart so recklessly
Yeah, it’s hard to let you go, go, go, go
[Chorus]
Nobody’s gonna love me like you, nobody
Nobody’s gonna love me like you do
Nobody’s gonna love me like you, nobody
Nobody’s gonna love me like you do
[Post-Chorus]
Nobody, no, nobody
Nobody, no, nobody like you do (Okay)
Nobody, no, nobody
Nobody, no, no
[Verse 2]
You got me haunted
‘Causе when I sleep
I hear your voice its going through my drеams
You keep me falling, so helplessly
Yeah, you could stop bringing me to my knees
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh
You will be the end of me
You’re the end of me, I know, I know, I know
You treat my heart so recklessly
Yeah, it’s hard to let you go, go, go, go
[Chorus]
Nobody’s gonna love me like you, nobody
Nobody’s gonna love me like you do
Nobody’s gonna love me like you, nobody
Nobody’s gonna love me like you do
[Post-Chorus]
Nobody, no, nobody
Nobody, no, nobody like you do (Okay)
Nobody, no, nobody
Nobody, nobody’s gonna love me like you do
Nobody, no, nobody
Nobody, no, nobody like you do (Okay)
Nobody, no, nobody
Nobody, nobody’s gonna love me like you do

(Really needed, really needed)
Is this what you really needed? Is this what you really needed? Is this what you really needed? (Really needed, really needed)
Is this what you really needed? [Verse 1]
Needed to run
You've fallen away
What has become, you haven't won
You've lost your way
Under the sun
Skin turns to gray
Thoughts shifting back, nothing to track
Pages are blank
[Pre-Chorus]
No need to run
No need to rush
You've come undone
You've come undone
I hope that you'll open up
Let's see what's underneath
Don't want this to fall apart
Is this what you really need? (Needed)
[Chorus]
So you've lost your way
Now you're wondering why (Wondering why, wondering why)
No, it's not too late
To get yourself in line (Yourself in line, yourself in line)
So you've lost your way
Now you're wondering why (Wondering why, wondering why)
No, it's not too late
To get yourself in line (Yourself in line, yourself in line)
[Post-Chorus]
I hope that you'll open up
Let's see what's underneath
Don't want this to fall apart
Is this what you really needed? [Chorus]
So you've lost your way
Now you're wondering why (Wondering why, wondering why)
No, it's not too late
To get yourself in line (Yourself in line, yourself in line)
So you've lost your way
Now you're wondering why (Wondering why, wondering why)
No, it's not too late
To get yourself in line (Yourself in line, yourself in line)
[Verse 2]
Learn to let go
It isn't a crime (It isn't a crime)
All that you had, all that you know
Will leave you behind
Out in the cold
Two hands align
Bridges unfold, decisions enclosed
You're going in blind
[Pre-Chorus]
No need to run
No need to rush
You've come undone
You've come undone
No need to run
No need to rush
You've come outdone
You've come outdone
I hope that you'll open up
Let's see what's underneath
Don't want this to fall apart
Is this what you really needed?