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Song put together by me but real lyrics Fabulous & Ne-Yo Make me Better Ft Nicki Minaj, JT, Megan Thee Stallion, Cardi B, Latto & Ice Spice Intro 0:00 [Verse 1: Latto] 0:00 First off, I ain't fuckin' for no clout (Nah) I ain't fuckin' on no nigga sleepin' on his patna couch (What the fuck?) He wanna fuck, rather sit it on his mouth (Uhh) I'm a freak-ass, street-ass, bitch from the Souf (Haa) Is you gon' catch it? Eat it up for breakfast? (Yeah) I ain't athletic on the dick, I do gymnastics (Okay) I hit up Saweetie like, "What's up? I'm in The Bay" (The Bay) The baddest bitch in MIA said I'm good when I'm in Dade (Uh) [Verse 2: Ice Spice] 0:22 No friends, I don't fuck with the fakes (Grrah) Sayin' they love me but wantin' my place (Like) Step in the party, I'm lookin' the baddest So the paparazzi in my face (Grrah) Pretty bitch but I came from the gutter Said I'd be lit by the end of the summer (Like) And I'm proud that I'm still gettin' bigger (Damn) Goin' viral is gettin' 'em sicker Like, what? Let's keep it a buck (Huh) Bitches too borin', got 'em stuck in a rut (Damn) Lamborghini roarin' when I hop out the truck (Huh) Pretty bitch like Lauryn with a big-ass butt, yup Pretty face and the waist all gone (Huh) And I'm makin' 'em wait, hold on (Hold on) And I'm makin' 'em wait, hold on (Hold on) Wait, hold on (Grrah, hold on) [Verse 3: Cardi B] 0:44 I'm like, "Ooh, child, cool down" Too hot, too wild Mugler, new style Mmm, how you fuckin' with me? Girl Give me one shot and I'm raising the glass Give me two shots and I'm shaking this ass Give me three shots and I'm ready to fuck Five, four shots, I be ready to splash God gave it to me, so I gotta pop it I'm standing on business, I'm really about it Bitches be talkin', mouth be bigger than they pockets Girl, tell me about it I'm litty, I'm pretty, I'm runnin' the city I'm shittin' on bitches in every department This ass heavy and thick like peanut butter and bitches jelly about it [Chorus: Ne-Yo] 1:06 I'm a movement by myself (Oh!) But I'm a force when were together Mami I'm good all by myself (Oh!) But baby you, you make me better You make me better, You make me better (Hey! Hey!) You make me better, You make me better (Hey! Hey!) You make me better, You make me better (Hey! Hey!) You make me better, You make me better (Hey! Hey! Hey!) [Verse 4: Ne-Yo] 1:28 First thing's first, I does what I do But everything I am she's my improve I'm already bossin, I'm already fly But if I'm a star, she is the sky A-A-A-And when I feel like I'm on top She-She-She-She give me reason then I stop And-And-And-And-And-And though I'm hot To-To-To-Together we burn it up [Verse 5: Fabolous]. 1:50 The caked up cut, the cleaned up ice The shorty come around, I clean up nice Dynamic duo, Batman and Robin Whoever don't like it is that man's problem And-And-And-And when I feel like I'm tired Ma-Ma-Ma-Mami be takin me higher I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm on fire But-But-But-But shorty we burn it up [Chorus: Ne-Yo]. 2:12 I'm a movement by myself (Oh!) But I'm a force when were together Mami I'm good all by myself (Oh!) But baby you, you make me better You make me better, You make me better (Hey! Hey!) You make me better, You make me better (Hey! Hey!) You make me better, You make me better (Hey! Hey!) You make me better, You make me better (Hey! Hey! Hey!) [Verse 6: Megan Thee Stallion] 2:35 Leave that sexy shit to me, y'all can ride 'round with them Glocks You ain't comin' 'cause she hold the dick the way she hold a Glock (Baow-baow-baow) Bitch, this ain't musical chairs, I ain't fightin' for no spot (For no spot) I'm a bitch your nigga want, ho, stop callin' me your opp (Ah) P-I-M-P, put it in my pocket (Put it in my pocket) If it ain't 'bout my money or me nuttin', we ain't talkin' (Nope) Put me in a 'Vette if you tryna get it wet, ayy (Ah) New Maybach if you wanna see it clap (Ayy, ah) [Verse 7: JT]. 2:57 Fuckboys, I ain't pressed for 'em (At all) I need a nigga with a Patek and a TEC on him (Ice, ice, ice) Big dick, Chrome Hearts, and baguettes on him If he got the bread, I'ma do the rest for him, period. Top-notch bitch, I'm A-listed (Huh?) This City Girl shit, can't flex like this Old country-ass bitch can't dress like this (Can't) Bye, do it on the dick and a bitch (Period) [Verse 8: Nicki Minaj] 3:18 He tryna put it en mi culo, real fat gato When he eat it, I tell him to squeeze it like a taco All my niggas out of town, movin' all that blanco I ain't letting up on you bitches say, "Uncle" Still the baddest bitch, quarantining en mi casa Talking all that shit, but you bitches ain't saying caca Uh, a flock of birds, waka All my bitches pretty, juicy booty, pretty knockers [Verse 9: Nicki Minaj]. 3:43 Ayy, yo, Red, my name is Pink, I made him go get that ink Let him eat that pretty pussy, now he keep trying to link I-I'm pimpin', pinky ring, his exes is rinky-dink I'm 'bout to pop a thingy then sip on this drinky-drink Get a grip, 'fore my bitches dip, nigga, where my tip? I'ma flip like a hundred bricks, get back all my licks I'm a bitch, I want fish and grits, throwin' hissy fits I ain't talkin' about chicken when I jerk it with my tits (Oop) Outro 4:06
Al escuchar esta cacofonia de canción, así como la version de las lolis de Blackpink, me doy cuenta que la versión de Pochombo Electronic Ensemble es la mehot tanto en melodía, letra y armonía
“Jodeci Freestyle” *_”1st Verse” (_**_0:22_**_-_**_1:06_**_)_* “This *_may_* or *_may_* be for the *_fame rhymes_* *_Cambridge time,_* Dreamcatchers and wind *_day chimes_* Rock roll White Stripes as I *_gain mine_* Memory graveyard where you’ll *_pain find_* I *_mourn_* through the *_storm_* my *_cohorts lifted_* Some with talent never fly still *_born gifted_* *_Two regimes_* this and more *_lucid scenes_* Wolf Gangs *_Maybachs in back of my classical music dreams_* *_Optimism_* despite *_wisdom religion and women_* No *_PEDs sorry no potion_* Latin *_King_* dirty or *_clean_* *_Be Mario Lopez or Sicario focused_* *_Spit it mean vivid clean Ferrari slow motion_* No angst *_hyper-pensive_* Water *_cave wave_* runners as the *_light intenses_* *_Persuasive in the booth wasting all my youth_* Could be out 1st responding instead of in *_here reacting_* Signed the *_sad King_* To *_live is to be hopeless…”_* *_“Hook” (_**_1:06_**_-_**_1:28_**_)_* “Up the *_staircase,_* and through the *_airwaaaves_* IIII get the sober CHIP stack it with the money I can’t find sounds to *_match these vibes_* I need just a little net so I can *_catch these rhymes_* I’m open they *_misfire,_* I feed billions and moonwalk through *_tripwire_* *_Eyes shimmerin’ stars_* so *_bitter ya are_* It’s a pleasure when they’re *_working you_* *_Kisses is business_* not *_personal”_* *_“2nd Verse” (_**_1:28_**_-_**_2:13_**_)_* “To *_give is to be focused,_* Dust in *_my eyes keep me_* from *_seeing the locusts_* *_Ignorance is bliss,_* I am not the 1 that the *_simpletons will miss_* I’ll always be the one that the *_simpletons will miss_* Na I do it all, I’m across her falling leaves, *_whispering a kiss_* I’m *_with him in_* the summer, he’s *_amidst the Sith_* His Bronze Gods but when kid *_emoted_* Their tolerance *_eroded_* Ride with me *_stop the stall_* I’ll *_dox the ball cops ops and all_* Or pull up *_chop top drops I gots the gall_* While out the speakers my *_bops for yall_* No *_asterisks on scoreboards_* No *_passion their casket is the floorboard_* When I wish you hell is when I *_ignore the Lord_* You won’t *_stand me Lord_* til I *_understand before_* First bloody *_blade_* then *_came Cosa Nostra_* Then *_I mind dodged shots_* LSD *_drops,_* *_JFK Ultra”_* *_“Hook” (_**_2:13_**_-_**_2:35_**_)_* “Up the *_staircase,_* and through the *_airwaaaves_* IIII get the sober CHIP stack it with the money I can’t find sounds to *_match these vibes_* I need just a little net so I can *_catch these rhymes_* I’m open they *_misfire,_* I feed billions and moonwalk through *_tripwire_* *_Eyes shimmerin’ stars_* so *_bitter ya are_* It’s a pleasure when they’re *_working you_* *_Kisses is business_* not *_personal”_* *_“Final Boss” _**_2:35_**_ _**_3:18_**_- (Breakdown/Beatswitch)_* *_“Contraband,_* stress reduced my *_pops to sand_* Told me as a child that’s where he wanted his *_last days_* Something bout the water This ain’t bad prose it’s *_sad praise_* It never *_happened for him,_* Never learned or had a passion to swim All these bars will I ever capture a perfect caption for him? Seamed stress God didn’t fashion his win This is over I feel warm and I’m so cold Only ozone splits *_suicide try_* from *_Heavenly watch_* *_Pendulums we bought search for purpose,_* Without ears bleeding hearts my *_words are worthless_* They ask why no curse in verses? Any reason is unapologetic 1 year sober, that’s 1 *_year of hate,_* I would swerve *_veer in faith_* But blessed for statements I’m here to make Sorry for worries on mom’s *_dearest face_* Stress I’d never *_see her take”_* _“No Christian rap but let me get my bars off”_ *_“BeatSwitch/Breakdown/Bridge” (_**_3:18_**_-_**_3:40_**_)_* “Poisons that fed me won’t feed me now, As I turn away Poison that fed me won’t feed me not now” As I run away” *_“Finale” (_**_3:40_**_-_**_4:10_**_)_* *_“Careless_* through the *_fog,_* I *_tear-split through the gauze_* But my *_selflessness_* brings *_awareness to the cause_* Need an *_airlift from a God,_* Look at my *_face,_* do you *_trust this man?_* A curious *_case,_* great *_luck no plans_* Friends say *_I’m withholding_* *_By design_* a *_bit Boeing_* *_It’s knowing_* my hallucinations would *_take you there_* But I know deep down I’d never have to *_make you care_* You already do… From the *_manger,_* to the *_dangers_* to the *_ragers_* I’ll soon feel your presence in a *_stranger”_* (I always do) *_-Kay_*
What's up? Been a minute since we kicked it, you've been caught up With them bitches, I don't get it, you're a star love You shouldn't have to deal with that I'd never make you feel like that 'Cause I love me I love me enough for the both of us That's why you trust me I know you been through more than most of us So what are you? What are you, what are you so afraid of? Darling you, you give but you cannot take love Yeah, I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you're submissive Passive-aggressive when we're texting, I feel the distance I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas tripping I like when money makes a difference but don't make you different Started realizing a couple places I could take it I wanna get back to when I was that kid in the basement I wanna take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation And influence a generation that's lacking in patience I've been dealing with my dad, speaking of lack of patience Just me and my old man getting back to basics We've been talking 'bout the future and time that we wasted When he put that bottle down, girl that nigga's amazing Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas We might have rolled a white paper, just something to hold us We even talked about you and our couple of moments He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown-ups You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone Looking like you came from the 70's on your own My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone? You don't even know what you want from love anymore I search for something I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored But girl, what qualities was I looking for before? Who you settling for? Who better for you than the boy, huh? I love me I love me enough for the both of us That's why you trust me I know you been through more than most of us So what are you? What are you, what are you so afraid of? Darling you, you give but you cannot take love Uh, thinking 'bout Texas, back when Porscha used to work at Treasures Or further back than that, before I had the Houston leverage When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma's debit A weak attempt at flexing, I'll never forget it 'Cause that night I played her three songs Then we got to talking 'bout something we disagreed on Then she start telling me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz Boy was she wrong? That was just negative energy for me to feed off Now it's therapeutic blowing money in the Galleria Or Beverly Center Macy's where I discovered Bria Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music When I could tell it was sincere without tryna prove it The one that I needed was Courtney from Hooters on Peachtree I've always been feeling like she was the piece to complete me Now she engaged to be married, what's the rush on commitment? Know we were going through some shit, name a couple that isn't Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz Girl I felt like we had it all planned out, I guess I fucked up the vision Learning the true consequences of my selfish decisions When you find out how I'm living, I just hope I'm forgiven It seem like you don't want this love anymore I'm acting out in the open, it's hard for you to ignore But girl, what qualities was I looking for before? Who you settling for? Who better for you than the boy, huh? I love me I love me enough for the both of us That's why you trust me I know you been through more than most of us So what are you? What are you, what are you so afraid of? Darling you, you give but you cannot take love "Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G Been a East Side ting Scarborough ting from time, G Been have up di ting dem from time, G So I don't know what's wrong with these little wasteman out here eh? Y'all need to know yourself"
Questi giorni sono perso Ho perso la lume La ragione e fa male Averti così lontana, come estremi Come due linee parcelle Finito le lacrime E non possa far di peggio Ma quanto volte l’ho detto Il fondo che mi culla, coccola Come una madre fa col figlio Come un ladro col bottino Non ho niente da perdere Storie da raccontare Finali ancora da vivere Per mia figlia sarò un idolo Oggi lo sconsiglio Pessimo esempio Non so gestirmi, sono testardo Non so pormi mai dei limiti Finché poi non sto male Finché tutto non va a rotoli Ti amo non è vero Non sono mai stato in grado E spesso sai ripenso Mi chiedo perché io Dove mi giro problemi E ti giuro sono stufo Quando scrivo sono vero Nessun altro al posto mio Potrò dirti ciò che penso Potrà dirti se mi pento Nessuna che non sia lei Potrà avere il mio cuore Sottovuoto Come il fumo più pregiato Sono un bravo ragazzo Ma ho fatto cattive azioni Non mi hanno reso migliore Il destino tra le mani So che in serbo c’è di meglio
ah per noi parlo alle scale i nostri nomi su un muro fatti per restare, okay amici veri difficili da trovare pezzi da cento falsi difficili da cambiare, ah mai stati pronti a fare i conti con la realtà come il fumo ci davam spacciati fuori da quel bar mamma non è stata ingenua a tornare in città ha mollato casa dove prima ci han mollati i fra ah a dieci ho visto un ferro, uno sguardo di ferro come marcella la capisci solo dall'interno ce segagay che vende no non è una star famosa semplicemente perché è al verde allora fa qualcosa dove non c'è niente tutti ne vogliono un pezzo
ah per noi parlan le scale i nostri nomi su un muro fatti per restare ok amici veri difficili da trovare pezzi da cento falsi difficili da cambiare mai stati pronti a fare i conti con la realtà come la droga ci davan spacciati fuori da quel bar mamma non e stata ingenua a cambiar citta ha mollato casa dove prima ci han mollati i fra
yeah this girls good yh she always calls me honey unfortunately the only thing i care about is money,she always does my head in, asking stupid questions, im just tryna get my bread in, i think i want her bredren. yo mental fucked just wanna hug it out unfortunately i’m here forced to just thug it out, chillin my myself mums always stressed dads never around so i stay on my grind tryna make mumzy proud, life gets tuff but trust me i won’t ever smoke no loud lookin back at my last relationship i was a clown, how u end things with me to heal from previous wounds just to go back to your old ways n hoe around so many thoughts flooding my head hope i don’t drown, sick of this fake love need a girl that’s gonna hold it down, so tell me are u down to ride, be there for the rest of my life, be my wife be the mother of my child yh this shit is wild started from the ground and elevated always doing my thing so imma be forever hated, she mid but gets to much attention so her egos inflated idk why u talk on my name when ur not even rated,
