(Bitch, pipe down)
You bitch, that’s who, ha, ha
You ain’t doin’ enough Play this song
[Intro]
Siri play Kash Doll, “Doin Too Much”
Ha, ha
Good job, 1st
Hey, hey
[Chorus]
She like, Kash
Bitch, you doing   too   much
I’m like shut   up ho
Ho you ain’t doing enough
Oh,   you fucking mad
That’s too fucking bad
Since you fucking asked
I like doing too much
[Verse 1]
Look
20 inch heels, like I’m Lady Gaga
Might get Chanel tatted right here on my cha-cha
Big ass titties like I’m Dolly Parton
Living La Vida Loca, like I’m Ricky Martin
Pussy pink, Tesla, I ain’t gotta park it
Can’t fuck a NBA nigga, if he ain’t starting
Huh, period, they like she can’t be serious
They see that plane interior, they wanna know who Lear it is
[Chorus]
She like, Kash (Uh)
Bitch, you doing too much (Yeah)
I’m like shut up ho (Ho)
Ho you ain’t doing enough (Yeah)
Oh, you fucking mad
That’s too fucking bad
Since you fucking asked
I like doing too much
[Verse 2]
I’m obsessed with myself
Bitch, I make love to myself
I put this money over niggas, I’m in love with my wealth
Wear these ghetto ass nails like I’m Flo Jo
Work his balls while I throw it back in slow mo
I just bought a hunnid acres, I might build a mall
My ceilings disappear, I make that bitch dissolve
Got a white billionaire, nigga named Paul
He told me that he love me I ain’t got no flaws
[Chorus]
She like, Kash
Bitch, you doing too much (What?)
I’m like shut up ho (Ho)
Ho you ain’t doing enough (Yeah)
Oh, you fucking mad (Yeah)
That’s too fucking bad (Aah)
Since you fucking asked (Yeah)
I like doing too much
[Bridge]
Can’t pronounce the label you ain’t fluent enough
Only want me to turn down ’cause you ain’t doin’ enough
I count up all these hunnids while I’m doin’ too much
Bitch, bitch, pipe down, you ain’t doin’ enough
[Chorus]
She like, Kash (Bitch)
Bitch, you doing too much (What?)
I’m like shut up ho (Ho)
Ho you ain’t doing enough (That’s right)
Oh, you fucking mad (Ha)
That’s too fucking bad (Aah)
Since you fucking asked (Ha, ha, ha)
I like doing too much (Bitch)
[Outro]
Look (Bitch, pipe down)
Bitch, you need to let that jealousy ball off your muthafuckin’ shoulder ’cause guess who gon’ be doin’ too much? (Bitch, pipe down)
Me, bitch that’s who
And guess who ain’t doin’ enough?

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Hey, now it’s time to go
From the white wards of England
The crows line the rivers and roads
I wanna walk where I know
Through the olive groves
The sky that knows my name
It gave me away
The magnolia moon
Like an eggshell, a white bell
To lighten my cold room
So let me sleep where I lay
With a murder of crows
That live in the boughs of my brain
[Chorus]
See me when I float like a dove
Skies above lined with trees
I’m on my knees, I’m singing, please
Come and take me away
[Verse 2]
Time brings low all good things
When you open your eyes
When you open your eyes
Now in the vastness of pines
Where my ghost lies in loose-limbed array
I pass the time
And go upload my heart to the fatal shore
Forevermore, it spins here behind closed doors
Now, it’s time to go through the fields of chrome
The rusted homes abandoned at the remains of the day
So come on, row me away
On black rivers and rainbows to Neptune
Where I can stay
[Chorus]
See me when I float like a dove
The skies above lined with trees
I’m on my knees, I’m begging, please
Come and take me away
Take me away
Come take me away
[Post-Chorus]
Time brings low the best of things
When you open your eyes
When you open your eyes, eyes
Time brings low all good things
When we open our eyes
When we open our eyes
[Solo]
[Bridge]
Oh, I’ve waited so long
On the snow shores of England
To sing my last song
So come row me away
On black rivers and rainbows to Neptune
Where I can stay
[Chorus]
See me when I float like a dove
The skies above lined with trees
I’m on my knees, begging, please
Come and take me away
Come take me away
Come take me away

Play this song
[Intro: Kash Doll]
Kash Doll
Summer Walker
Hey
[Pre-Chorus: Summer Walker]
Really, really wish that I could trust you
Wish that it was easier to   love   you
Guards up, back   up, that’s the way to be
Wanna   chill, but my friends keep tellin’ me that
[Chorus: Summer Walker]
These boys are all the same (They’re all the same)
These boys are all the same
Don’t kick it with no lames
Send ’em back from where they came
[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
Sis, he got you stressin’, I got all my edges
Hope you learned your lesson, you blockin’ all your blessings
You could be on private jets, sittin’ pretty, flexin’
Instead, you goin’ back and forth, arguin’ and textin’ (Boy bye)
See, I’m selfmade, I got my own, don’t need your plate
Take ’em or leave ’em, that’s how I treat ’em, I’ma be straight
I hang up on niggas, I ain’t ’bout to have a bad day
You do what you want, but I’m just tellin’ you the Kash way (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus: Summer Walker]
Really, really wish that I could trust you
Wish that it was easier to love you
Guards up, back up, that’s the way to be
Wanna chill, but my friends keep tellin’ me that
[Chorus: Summer Walker]
These boys are all the same (They’re all the same)
These boys are all the same
Don’t kick it with no lames
Send ’em back from where they came
[Verse 2: Kash Doll]
I tell ’em never introduce me to a vibe you can’t maintain
I’m never into losin’, if I can’t win, I’m out the game
Look, body got you stuck, but I can’t even let you fuck, uh
Word is you keep some random bitches in your trunk
What I look like? Nah, I’m good, block your number, bag or not, I had enough
Bag ’em all, I’m bad enough, want no nigga, never need one
They stupid over pussy, over dick, I never be dumb
It’s Kash
[Pre-Chorus: Summer Walker]
Really, really wish that I could trust you
Wish that it was easier to love you
Guards up, back up, that’s the way to be
Wanna chill, but my friends keep tellin’ me that
[Chorus: Summer Walker]
These boys are all the same (They’re all the same)
These boys are all the same
Don’t kick it with no lames
Send ’em back from where they came
These boys are all the same (The same)
These boys are all the same (The same)
Don’t kick it with no lames (Oh)
Send ’em back from where they came (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro: Kash Doll & Summer Walker]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh no
Yeah, yeah, yeah The type to get to bleachin’ all your stuff?

G]
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-
I hate tellin’ good people bad news
I-I-I-
I-I-I hate-
I-I hate-
I hate tellin’ good people bad news
[Chorus: Guru]
Word   to   God, if Big   and ‘Pac was still here
Some of   these weirdos wouldn’t act so cavalier
We all know that the game has changed
It’s crazy out here, rap’s got a bad name
Think about it, what if bling never happened? ¡Ay, Dios mío!, watch ’em swallow your whole plate
You used to support your fam’ off of this
Now you can’t even buy spam off of this
And I don’t deal with swine, I ain’t Dr. And the true artists were gettin’ rich from rappin’
Word to God, some should give
Let’s delete the politics so real hip-hop can live
[Verse: Guru]
Beef is what’s up now
Careers are gettin’ shut down
The media wants something meaty
People are fuckin’ greedy
Music and culture is like a foreign language
You be better off stagin’ a fake beef from Spanglish
Compadre, can you handle the whole weight? G]
I-I-I-I-
I-I-I hate tellin’ good people bad news
I-I hate-
I hate tellin’ good people bad news
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-
I hate tellin’ good people bad news Play this song
[Intro: Edo. Phil
I’m truly here to heal your mind
Nowadays it’s like everybody’s losin’ it
Instead of them preservin’ this gift, they’re all abusin’ it
It’s not drama, they want us reachin’ for the llamas
Causin’ hysteria, the new hip-hop criteria
And they forgot about the blood, sweat and tears
Now we see the results of all the blunts, chicks and beers
[Chorus: Guru]
Word to God, if Big and ‘Pac was still here
Some of these weirdos wouldn’t act so cavalier
We all know that the game has changed
It’s crazy out here, rap’s got a bad name
Think about it, what if bling never happened? And the true artists were gettin’ rich from rappin’
Word to God, some should give
Let’s delete the politics so real hip-hop can live
[Outro: Edo.

Play this song
[Intro]
Hey, uh
You know they love good pussy
And I got good pussy, hey
[Verse 1]
I got a nigga   out   West who make   me wear a vest
Niggas be shootin’   at him, wanna fuck me when he stressed
Got a nigga down South, when I go to his house
Don’t even let him fuck, just put this pussy in his mouth (Oh)
I got a nigga out East, lil’ baby a beast
But I still make him drop down to his knees and say please (That’s right)
Lil’ nigga up North, dick big as a horse
Adventurous, he always wanna fuck me outdoors (Hey)
[Chorus]
Good pussy make the world go round
Good pussy make the world go round
That’s what they told me (That’s right)
Solitaires all over my neck, that’s what they show me
Go-Go Gadget grip, I got this drip, this ain’t no slow leak
I got power in this pussy check the technique (Oh)
Up and down, pound for pound, certified freak (Oh)
Bless a nigga like I thought I heard his ass sneeze (Oh)
That kryptonite on that pipe make him so weak (Oh)
Hey, look (Hahahaha, ooh)
Ain’t nothing like good pussy (Ooh, uh)
Ain’t nothing like good pussy
[Verse 2]
I got this nigga in the D, now that’s my favorite nut
Ol’ fly-ass nigga like to fuck me in his Buffs
When I’m ridin’, I be slidin’, pussy slippery when wet
Drunk off when he gave me neck, that’s one tongue I can’t forget
Only dick that have me trippin’, suck that shit until it’s drippin’
Then I lick it like a ice cream (Ooh), personal pipe dream (Ooh)
All over the counter when he fuck me in the kitchen
He be standin’ at attention, said, “Assume the position”
I bend over, four legs, Rover, smack that ass until it’s sore
I got papers on that dick like I’m the motherfuckin’ owner
And that nigga ain’t no rookie, pull it out then eat the cookie
Like it rough ’cause he a bully but he love this good pussy
Hey, look
Ain’t nothing like good pussy
Ain’t nothing like good pussy (Fuck it up)
[Outro]
Nasty song
I love the way she freak with no panties on
I say, “Won’ t you put the pussy on me?”
Yeah, girl, I say, “Won’ t you put the pussy on me?”
See, girl, I love the way you freak it and put it on the ground
See, I got money for you and you can get it now
I’m spendin’ in the club, my niggas throwin’ ones
And we gon’ spend that motherfuckin’ money ’til we done

(I get   it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
[Verse 1]
No time for lil’ boy games, tell that nigga cut it out (Period)
Fuck them little ass chains, tell that nigga ice me out
I got ass for days and these bitches in a drought
Told him grab my waist when I bend down and poke it out (Ah)
I heard you a hater ’cause your nigga is a fan
Only fuck with rich niggas, bitch, I don’t want your man
He tryna see this ass in person, he tired of seein’ it on the ‘Gram
And for these frilly ass hoes, I don’t wanna be your friend, bitch
Bust down, go and put your hands on your hip (Ayy)
Rich bitch, got a hundred bands on my wrist (Ayy)
You dismissed, I might have to cancel out that bitch (Ayy)
Do a split split, I’ma do pilates on the dick
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? (Ayy)
Where the rude bitches at? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
[Bridge]
Where the bad bitches at? (Ayy)
Where my nine-to-five, makin’ shit move bitches at? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
[Outro]
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga (I get   it   from my mama)
Where   you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? (Ayy)
Where the thick bitches at? (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? (Ayy)
Where the school bitches at? (Ayy)
Where them boss ass, hoodrat, real bitches at? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
[Verse 2]
Ooh, money get me in the mood
If you ain’t got it, you gon’ see me turn rude
All these curves, you gon’ make me curve you
Put this pussy on a plate, nigga, I’ma serve you
Ass fat, big bag, full of cash (Full of cash)
Broke boy, I ain’t worried ’bout your cash
I be laughin’ to the bank, yeah, I got the last laugh
He in love with thick bitches, boy, I got ass ass
Ass bouncin’ like the South (Like the South)
Spent two thousand on this blouse (On this blouse)
If she ain’t bad, point her out (Point her out)
If he ain’t got it, put him out
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? Play this song
[Intro]
Uh (Kash Doll)
Uh
Ayy (30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Where you get it from?

Foreign, project babies
If we don’t come together, then it’s never gonna change
‘Cause niggas killed my daddy before I could say his name, it’s a cold world
[Chorus]
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
[Verse 2]
They keep killin’ us, no charges
Hope you niggas watchin’, what? Play this song
[Chorus]
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run   it   up
It ain’t just   one, it’s a hundred of us
Might   not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us (Yeah, huh)
[Verse 1]
Wanted, black man hunted
Shot down, gunned up, handcuffed, punished
Fightin’ for the basics, to them, we just a number
Willie Lynch-ed you niggas, you still wanna kill your brother? ‘Til we make some changes, niggas can’t do no complainin’, wait
Hold up, let me finish, y’all know that I get it
Yeah, it’s plenty hood niggas out here doin’ good business
But you know they don’t see that, if you black, you sell drugs
And police cannot protect what they afraid of
Jealousy breeds enemies, these niggas be envious
Made it out, gave back, you took that, can’t be serious
Politician private prisons got us fillin’ up the jails
We can’t keep on beggin’ for a time to help ourselves, it’s a cold world
[Chorus]
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us Made you pledge allegiance, lied and told you we was equal
Read between the lines, being black is still illegal
Killed off all our leaders, no more power to the people
Here we go again, this shit lookin’ like a sequel
And they know it’s shady, treat they pets more humanely
I know y’all ain’t crazy, Mr. We just gon’ keep on marchin’? We gon’ keep on bangin’? Twistin’ up them fingers?

Play this song
[Verse 1]
You wear the burden
World on your shoulders, baby
So let me hold the weight
I know you’re   hurting
Deep   as the coldest   pain
But this is the order sayin’
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m   gonna show you everything’s alright
End of the tunnel, there is always light
You’re in the middle of the darkest night
I know you’re hurting, baby
Whenever you look at me with those
[Chorus]
Those sad eyes
I’m gonna dry your sad eyes
I’ll make it right, so don’t cry
I’m gonna dry those sad eyes
I’ll make it right
[Verse 2]
Under the streetlights
You’ve turned and said to me that you’re no good for me
That was the first lie you’ve ever said to me
Oh baby, honestly
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m gonna show you everything’s alright
End of the tunnel, there is always light
You’re in the middle of the darkest night
I know you’re hurting, baby
Whenever you look at me with those
[Chorus]
Those sad eyes
I’m gonna dry your sad eyes
I’ll make it right, so don’t cry
I’m gonna dry those sad eyes
[Post-Chorus]
And baby, even when your troubled tears are falling
Darling, you should know you still look beautiful
Sad eyes
I’m gonna dry those sad eyes
I’ll make it right
[Bridge]
Mmm
Everything will be alright, I swear
Everything will be alright, I swear
Everything will be alright, I swear
Oh-oh
[Chorus]
Those sad eyes
I’m gonna dry those sad eyes
I’ll make it right, so don’t cry (So don’t cry, baby)
I’m gonna dry those sad eyes
[Post-Chorus]
And baby, even when your troubled tears are falling
Darling, you should know you still look beautiful (You still look beautiful)
Sad eyes (Oh, sad eyes)
I’m gonna dry those sad eyes
I’ll make it right
[Outro]
I’ll make it, I’ll make it right
I’ll make it right, I’ll make it right
I’ll make it right

Play this song
[Hook: Konan & Wiz Kid]
Ciroc with the ice
Live life, never worry ’bout the price
Thick thighs, I can see it   in   your eyes, yeah
She   just want a ghetto love
Yeah, gyal   so hood, mi nuh lie
Never let another man try
Pull up on my gyal, it’s that time, yeah
She just want a ghetto love
[Verse 1: Konan]
We ain’t even got to the yard yet
With a African girl that you can’t get
My old ting saw me lipsing my new ting
Luckily I got a calm ex (A calm one)
All her friends think I’m nice and sweet (Sweet one)
Is it bad if I pipe and leave? Her ex man fell off, she made man jollof
And said ‘It’s better than rice and peas” (No way)
Ciroc, no chase
Your bum can’t fit in them jeans, there’s no space
I tell her come climb on my wood and go ape
Dem girls say they’re happy for you, they’re so fake
Backshots, now I’m pulling on bundles (Backshots)
She don’t take money from uncles (Never)
Sauvage on my neck, said she liking the smell
Can’t do it like us man, a lie them a tell (Behave)
[Hook: Konan & Wiz Kid]
Ciroc with the ice
Live life, never worry ’bout the price
Thick thighs, I can see it in your eyes, yeah
She just want a ghetto love
Yeah, gyal so hood, mi nuh lie
Never let another man try
Pull up on my gyal, it’s that time, yeah
She just want a ghetto love
[Verse 2: Krept]
She want love from the ghetto
And a pornstar with prosecco
Christian Louboutin, the stiletto
No fuckboys, but you didn’t get the memo
Yeah, no stress (nah)
More life, more sex
We live a lot, uh
Like what’s next? And we don’t ever run back to the ex, no
Buy a few drinks, then tell ’em it’s on me
If they don’t believe, then tell ’em they go and see
I sent your girlfriend aubergine emoji
She sent me back eyes, man she’s so naughty
Fuckboys get the emoji knives
Buff gyal get the emoji eyes
Wanna put somethin’ in your ovaries
My whole team winnin’, man you know the vibes (Yeah, killa)
[Hook: Konan & Wiz Kid]
Ciroc with the ice
Live life, never worry ’bout the price
Thick thighs, I can see it in your eyes, yeah
She just want a ghetto love
Yeah, gyal so hood, mi nuh lie
Never let another man try
Pull up on my gyal, it’s that time, yeah
She just want a ghetto love
Yeah, Ciroc with the ice
Live life, never worry ’bout the price
Thick thighs, I can see it in your eyes, yeah
She just want a ghetto love
Yeah, gyal so hood, mi nuh lie
Never let another man try
Pull up on my gyal, it’s that time, yeah
She just want a ghetto love

Brown
See a likkle old ooman a hustle through town
Wid a big back, look at har face, bare frown
A juvenile seh mummy mek mi help out
Travel wid har go to di bus, sit down
Him get a “thank yuh” & walk back inna ‘e crowd
Mi feel proud so mi affi say it out loud
“Jamaica Land We Love”
[Chorus]
Long Live Jamaica
Country of the great men, the brave, strong woman dem
And always remember
We hero dem weh fight fi mek we better
[Verse 2]
Usain Bolt [?] mommy hero
Still seh Donald Quarrie till mi life out
Tacky crown cya never ever come down
Nana crown deh yah same way a Nana Town
Mi favorite hero a Paul Bogle
Was a pastor weh fight anuh like now
Sam Sharpe sacrifice cover us is like cloud
Marcus Garvey [?] say
[?]
[Chorus]
Long Live Jamaica
Country of the great men, the brave, strong woman dem
And always remember
We hero dem weh fight fi mek we better
[Verse 1]
Yesterday mi did a trouble Ms. Play this song
[Intro: Marcus Garvey]
[Chorus]
Long Live Jamaica
Country of the great men, the brave, strong woman dem
And always remember
We hero   dem   weh fight fi   mek we better
[Verse 1]
Yesterday mi did a   trouble Ms. Brown
See a likkle old ooman a hustle through town
Wid a big back, look at har face, bare frown
A juvenile seh mummy mek mi help out
Travel wid har go to di bus, sit down
Him get a “thank yuh” & walk back inna ‘e crowd
Mi feel proud so mi affi say it out loud
“Jamaica Land We Love”
[Chorus]
Long Live Jamaica
Country of the great men, the brave, strong woman dem
And always remember
We hero dem weh fight fi mek we better