You are now listening to AraabMUZIK He like I see you like his pictures, you must be one of his bitches Did you (Fuck that nigga?) I mean correct me if I'm wrong, you always playing his song Did you (Fuck that nigga?) That nigga all over the world and I heard he got a girl How you (Fuck that nigga?) Last night I saw his Benz, you keep saying y'all friends I know you (Fuck that nigga) I'm a dog, I can smell fear Niggas sick and can't do nothing 'bout it, no healthcare I start getting looks like I invited myself here Once the kid come through, bitches on me like welfare We ball but we ain't actually hoopers I don't save 'em, but the bag be super I'm the American Sniper, call me Fab-ly Cooper Was playing Wu-Tang "Ice Cream" when she had me scoop her Now it's too easy, ride or dies'll gladly Uber (Yo, I'm outside) Five stars for those who drive cars For girls that's been drinking or hate to drive far The ones who arrive are aware what the vibes are If you ain't tryna cut, don't come where the knives are, baby I'm Players Club like Lisa Raye You insecure like Issa Rae They don't want the bitch until somebody want the bitch By the time you showin' love, she don't want the shit He like I see you like his pictures, you must be one of his bitches Did you (Fuck that nigga?) I mean correct me if I'm wrong, you always playing his song Did you (Fuck that nigga?) That nigga all over the world and I heard he got a girl How you (Fuck that nigga?) Last night I saw his Benz, you keep saying y'all friends I know you (Fuck that nigga) Shawty be callin' him bro like nobody know she (Fuck that nigga, ooh) And we all know a ho that think she loyal but (Fuck that nigga) If her MCM slide in your DM, you gon' (Fuck that nigga, yeah, yeah) I'm good, love, enjoy, All these hoes ain't loyal, they (Fuck that nigga) Niggas be like, "Are you done bein' a ho?" What, you fuckin' rappers now? What, you tryna be on a show? Oh You on some Love & Hip Hop shit You got this nigga walking 'round, Gucci flip flops shit See, Lawrence ho on the couch, she callin' homie a slouch Some kid took her to Gucci, she came back home with a pouch Betrayal is the new trend, loyalty is vintage now If she owe you, she gon' pay you back with interest now He like I see you like his pictures, you must be one of his bitches Did you (Fuck that nigga?) I mean correct me if I'm wrong, you always playing his song Did you (Fuck that nigga?) That nigga all over the world and I heard he got a girl How you (Fuck that nigga?) Last night I saw his Benz, you keep saying y'all friends I know you (Fuck that nigga) Niggas be like Talk about you What? What? Why? You talking 'bout what the fuck I Done did, what the fuck you done did? I did what I did because you did what you did So you did what the fuck you talking 'bout did? Okay, I did what I did because you did what you did But what did you do though? What you mean what I did? I did me because you did you But what did you do? (Whatever) You fuck the nigga? Yo, it's over (You fuck?), it's over, Let's leave it alone, leave it alone Oh, you fucked the nigga, so, you fucked him (Whatever) I mean, that's obvious, you already talked about that, that's obvious So why you keep tellin' me to leave it alone? What else you do? (Leave it alone), you did somethin' else? What you mean? What, you suck a nigga dick or somethin'? Whatever, whatever, leave it alone, leave it alone, for real What you suck a nigga dick? I mean that's a part of sex, right? You ain't know that? Oh, you fuckin' bitch I mean you act like I did it for that long, I couldn't even do it that long 'cause his dick was too big You a fuckin' dick suckin' bitch (What?) You out suckin' dick (Are you serious right now?) Okay, you forgot you cheated on me, whatever Bitch, maybe I should fuckin' knock your fuckin' forty off, bitch Why is you actin' crazy right now? I'm fuckin' hurt right now (You're hurt?) I'm fuckin' hurt right now (You're hurt?) That shit hurtin' me (You're hurt?) Goddamn, that shit hurt Okay, nigga, I know you ain't over there cryin' You 'posed to be my motherfuckin' bitch, And you suckin' dick (Nigga, are you over there cryin'?) You fuckin' hurt me, man (Okay, whatever) God, take this fuckin' pain away from me right now Nigga, stop talkin' stupid If you don't take the pain away from me, God, I'ma do this shit myself You're gonna do what? I'm not a fuckin' ho, yo You're gonna do what? I'm tellin' God I'm not no ho, I'ma kill myself, bitch You not gon' kill yourself, shut up Bitch, you out here suckin' dicks and shit, bitch, Talkin' 'bout dicks and talkin' all day and shit I'm a fuckin' man with pride, you don't do shit like that I said leave it alone You don't just, leave a nigga sick like that I said leave it alone I was fuckin' on bitches, I was gon' get right back Said leave it alone You fuckin' dick sucker

Momma used to tell me, 'Boy just play your part' The cigarette gets smoother But the smoke's still harsh And I know But what do you want from me? But can I be candid I worry sometimes The terror The panic Plays out in my mind I know you care for me But baby sometimes I feel so uneasy But I've been so insecure And you claim your love is pure You try to reassure me lately I think I've been going crazy Alone because of doubt Maybe I'm not that smart You phone, and my mind wanders every time we talk But who knows? You might just be loving me But can I be candid I worry sometimes The terror The panic Plays out in my mind I know you care for me But baby sometimes I feel so uneasy But I've been so insecure And you claim your love is pure You try to reassure me lately I think I've been going crazy 'Cause your making my blood rush Gimme some air Sending out all my prayers Before I really don't care She said, 'Get outta your head Boy what makes you scared?' In a minute, I'm there Wading through liquid air But I've been so insecure And you claim your love is pure You try to reassure me lately I think I've been going crazy

Ridin' rubber, rent checks, livin' on ramen Chappin' our ass 'cause we can't afford Charmin Rockin' that one-ply, one-ply Shakin' down the couch, found a buffalo nickel Medium guitar pick, Burger King pickle It's kinda petrified, petrified Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Girl, I sure can't tell you've been workin' your butt off The way you're rockin' them second-hand cutoffs Can I talk you into takin' 'em off? Score a little discount, 6-pack Keystone Use a paper sack, twist a little home grown Go on and get a Friday night on Girl, one of these days, gonna look back laughin' Sippin' pomegranate sake at Nobu But, baby, 'til then I'm a have-not havin' And everything I have's got, with you Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money

I've been working so hard, I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I get this feeling, that time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool, obeying every rule Dig a way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly if you'd only cut loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go Lose your blues everybody cut footloose, Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa. Cut footloose, Whoa We got to turn you around And put your feet on the ground Now take a hold of your soul I'm turning it loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody everybody cut footloose

BLAKE Following the viral success of his breakout hit "Flexin" in late 2016, San Antonio rapper BLAKE... read more Ay, ay Woof Ay, ay Look Diamonds look like piss (piss) Diamond chain on piss (piss) Now my wrist on sick (sick) Now my bitch real thick (thick) Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt) Look at they expression (spression) Ben Frank on me too, he blue I think he got depression Diamonds look like water (water) She drip drip like water (water) Hit that bitch, don't call her (call her) Dodge like Charger (Charger) Pull up then I charge her Lil' bitch bad and bougie Can't dap you up, you a fuck nigga Fuck niggas got cooties I'ma leave they feelings hurting Windows down on purpose Hanging out the window, swerving Baby Snapchat made me nervous 'Cause my main bitch, she be lurking I swear she do the most Boy, you talk a lot Let's talk about why you so broke Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up I'm your young dumb motherfucker BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled? Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait) Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well) Cop that pack wholesale (sale) Mama like, "What's that smell?" Had to move the pack out the crib that's hell Panoramic my whip Hoes all on my tip 100s blue like a crip Bust my nut... dip Left wrist, holy moly (damn) Fuck you niggas, we not homies Used to have to cop the O-Z Now a nigga need the whole thing Pull up, then I skip Keep it brief and quick Tripping over a bitch Broke niggas make me sick No, I won't call her Fuck her, don't bother One hundred, need charger One hundred, need charger On fleek, yup Bossed up, yup Turning heads, right left Strike a pose, yup Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas Pussy nigga, do you need some help That boy there gon' need some milk Flex on 'em, yup Bitch I'm feeling dangerous Wrist on fucking singing Beat so fucking dangling Belt so fucking hanging Had to hit 'em back 'Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa) Niggas playing games And they stuck in story mode Bitch talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak) Tell a bitch get out my face (face) I can't take your ass on no date (wait) But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh) Boy, quit tweeting, it's okay Little nigga all in his feelings Can't figure out why is it Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh) Had to show you niggas who's next up Baby, quit talking, that's extra Just say I'd like a checkup Why you peeking my message Ask too many fucking questions Send me one more text message You gonna hate the rolling sessions Why these niggas so lame Wanna talk down on my name Niggas thought that I was playing games Wrist looking like Johnny Dang Lil' boys like, you funny Talking 'bout, you ain't making money Hating on me, but now I got your bitch Ha-ha-ha, God don't like ugly Ha-ha, ha-ha