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Part I: 645AR – Bible and a K / Nadia Oh - S.E.X [Intro: 645AR] I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues (Spaghetti J on the track) Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who [Verse 1: 645AR] He say he street, they say they don't know you Pockets had lint, now I'm gettin' the loot Ball on niggas, but if it's up I'ma shoot I will bring the smoke to your front door Real nigga, mama ain't raise no ho Heart of a hustler, mind of a G I'm the nigga who these niggas wanna be [Chorus 1: 645AR] I ridе wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K Play with the gang, wе gon' raise up the rate I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do​ I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who [Chorus 2: 645AR] I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues (Spaghetti J on the track) Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who [Verse 2: 645AR, Nadia Oh] He say he street, they say they don't know you (S.E.X.) Pockets had lint, now I'm gettin' the loot Ball on niggas, but if it's up I'ma shoot (S.E.X.) I will bring the smoke to your front door Real nigga, mama ain't raise no ho Heart of a hustler, mind of a G I'm the nigga who these niggas wanna be (S.E.X.) [Outro: 645AR, Nadia Oh] I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K (S.E.X.) Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot (S.E.X.) Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who Part II: Nadia Oh - S.E.X [Intro: Nadia Oh] Sex​ in the morning, sex at night Sex in the afternoon - well, that's alright Sex in the morning, sex at night Sex in the afternoon - well, that's alright [Chorus: Nadia Oh] S.E.X. - All kinda things, all kinda ways S.E.X. - Just come with me, you'll be amazed S.E.X. - This kinda thing can last for days I wanna do it with someone like you [Verse: Nadia Oh] Any position is good for me Queen size bed, got room for three We can do it in the kitchen, we can do it in the hall Anytime, any place, anywhere, just give me a call [Chorus: Nadia Oh] S.E.X. - All kinda things, all kinda ways S.E.X. - Just come with me, you'll be amazed S.E.X. - This kinda thing can last for days Sixty-nine positions in a one-night love affair Part III: Mike WiLL Made-It - 23 [Intro: Mike WiLL, Wiz Khalifa, Nadia Oh] Aha, I'm so fresh man (Eardrummers, eardrummers) S.E.X Man, y'all scared to do it how I do it (Tahahahahahahahaha) (Mike WiLL Made-It) [Chorus: Miley Cyrus] I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on (On) Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on (J's on, you know it) In the club high on purp with some shades on Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on [Post-Chorus: Juicy J] J's on my feet (You know it) J's on my feet (You know it) J's on my feet (You know it) So get like me (Mm-hm) J's on my feet (You know it) J's on my feet (We trippy) J's on my feet (We trippy) So get like me (Mm-hmm) [Verse 1: Miley Cyrus] I be in the club, uh (The club), standing on the couch (The couch) In them Wolf Grey's (What?) like it's my house (I'm home) Drinking out the bottle, I got no respect (Ayy) Looking like a model, who just got a check (Cha-ching) I back it up, 'cause I don't give a fuck, uh (I don't) If you're a lame, that's a shame, you can't hang with us (Uh-uh) I'm MC Hammer fly (Fresh), you can't touch (Nope) J's so fly I should work at Flight Club [Pre-Chorus: Miley Cyrus] Put on my J's and dance the whole night away I'm naughty by nature like I'm Hip-Hop Hooray With my hands in the sky, I wave 'em from side to side, uh My feet on the floor, I'm 'bout to turn up now [Chorus: Miley Cyrus] I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on (On) Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on (J's on, you know it) In the club high on purp with some shades on Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on Part IV: GloRilla - HOLLON [Verse 1: GloRilla, Juicy J] J's on my feet, J's on my feet Ho, you must not know what you just started (Fuck) J's on my feet Me and my bitches go gnarly J's on my feet Give a fuck about this party So get like me We gon' step on shit regardless (Stamp that) J's on my feet, J's on my feet Get my goons, swipe that bitch, and now dispute the charges (On gang) J's on my feet, So get like me Makin' music, beatin' on bitches, I be really marchin' (Woo) I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show He want chance after chance, after chance, nigga, no (Uh-uh) I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four" Do my dance on them folks If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks [Chorus] Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho [Verse 2: GloRilla] I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (Pressure) Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (No) I stand out, bitch, I'm special (Ayy) I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (On God) You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (Messy) Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (Ho) Line any bitch up, I'm ready I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever All my, all my diamonds cert' (Ice) And all these members certi' too Smilin' at my nigga? Ho Knock out all your thirty-two (Bum-ass) C8 doors open up for me Hear the engine vroom (Vroom) Switch to sport I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (On gang) Part V: T-Baby - Body Hop (Oh My Goodness) / GloRilla - HOLLON [Intro: T-Baby] Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God [Verse 1: GloRilla] Glock .19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (Bop) Asked if he my only nigga, I said, "No, but you my favorite one" (Nah, for real) Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga, I'm one of one (Fuck you mean?) Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug I just threw ten-thousand-somethin' ones in this fuckin' club (Huh, hoo) I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit) These niggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid bitch (On gang) [Post-Verse: T-Baby] Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God [Verse 2: T-Baby] Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God [Outro: T-Baby, Tama Gucci] [Instrumental] Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Yeah, yeah Part VI: That Kid - Captain (Krypt Remix) [Verse 1: Tama Gucci] Everything feels perfect Yes everything is perfect You wanna be my captain Take me on a journey, on an Oddesey Then put your hands on my body I know you think about it it's okay to come clean I promise it'll be worth it Change your life You'll be glad that you came for me Just trust in your heart You know we can do anything [Chorus: Tama Gucci, T-Baby] You wanna be my captain yeah You wanna be my captain Ooh, yeah Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God [Bridge: Tama Gucci] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah [Outro: T-Baby] Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Oh my goodness, oh my God Part VII: 2hollis - trauma [Chorus: 2hollis, Tama Gucci] Yeah, yeah I ain't got no time for all that drama, huh Yeah, yeah Jumpin' out that pit, I took no trauma, yeah (Oh, yeah) Yeah, yeah Oh, you thought you were special? (Yeah) Thinkin' everyone's against you (Yeah) Yeah, yeah I'm stuck, C6H12, bitch, I'm tryna forget you (Yeah) Yeah, yeah Bitch, I speak to Trisme (Yeah), you could show me love or show me hate (Yeah) Yeah, yeah You could choose to feel love or feel pain (Ah), once a year I go insane Yeah, yeah Once a year I go David Blaine, disappear, never come back Yeah, yeah My life feels like a live stream, all the cameras on me, gotta watch my back [Post-Chorus: 2hollis] Back, back, just another heart attack Back, I'm goin' back, b-b-back Just another flashback, flash (Yeah, oh) Just another flashback, makin' my way home In too deep, doors lockin' on me, everybody waiting for me in the main room [Bridge: 2hollis] Oh, you tryna eat? Oh, you want a lil' piece? Every man for himself, no **** Oh, you tryna leave? Oh, you tryna get free? Chain locked to the motherfuckin' pavement (Yeah) I ain't even know what they saying (Yeah), I don't even know what they playing I ain't even know my name, I don't even know my name [Outro: Tama Gucci] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Part VIII: JPEGMAFIA - SIN MIEDO [Intro: Mr. Mixx] Peggy! Peggy! Big-big-big-big-big-bi-bi-bi-bi-big booty hoes, up with it [Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA & Mr. Mixx] You niggas is bitches, I don't wanna kick it Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground Peggy, I aim for the fences, you niggas don't swing, you stackin' up misses Big booty hoes, up with it You tweetin' your business, we can't do no business Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground Dick-ridin' is expensive, if you need a image, then baby, don't listen Let me see you touch the ground, b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big booty hoes Keep bumpin' who-the-fuck-is-that? Fake-plug-talkin' Tubi rappers Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground Got a machine behind 'em, and still they can't fill up capacity with they raps Big booty hoes, up with it Baby mama be a rap snack, grew up white, now they act black Let me see you touch the ground, ground [Refrain: JPEGMAFIA, Mr. Mixx] Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground She had issues with her father I had issues with my barber She off all of these drugs Coke in her butt, R.I.P Aaron Carter B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b [Outro: Mr. Mixx] Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Part IX: Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix) [Intro: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mr. Mixx] Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off [Chorus: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mr. Mixx] B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Off with your head B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Dance, dance 'til you're dead, dead B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Heads will roll, heads will roll B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Let me see you touch the ground Heads will roll Ground, ground, ground, ground On the floor B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Off, off with your head B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Dance, dance 'til you're dead, dead B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Heads will roll B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Heads will roll B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground Heads will roll On the floor [Outro: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Trina] Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off Whoop! Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off Whoop! Whoop! Part X: Trina - Pull Over [Chorus: Trick Daddy, Yeah Yeah Yeahs] Off, off-off, off-off, off Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Off, off-off, off-off, off Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Off, off-off, off-off, off Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Off, off-off, off-off, off Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Off, off-off, off-off, off Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Off, off-off, off-off, off Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Off, off-off, off-off, off Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Off, off-off, off-off, off Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat [Verse 1: Trina] Dumps in the truck Thighs like what? Ain't nann ho got more booty in the butt Sisqo made that song when he seen me in a THONG! TH-THONG! THONG! THONG! I know you like the way the booty go Like a pro Slip him off the bed, throw him on the floor Turn on the cameras start the freak show This ass even make Black Rob say whoa I got a fat ass nann nigga can't pass up Juvenile couldn't even back this azz up Bone don't you know lil' mama fully loaded I got a fat ass and I know how to tote it You wanna fuck? Twenty g's for the nut Keys to the mansion, keys to the truck What? Y'all know what's up Ain't nann ho got more booty in the butt [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat [Outro: Trick Daddy] Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Whoop! Whoop! Part XI: cece natalie - 754 / INOJ - Moving On [Intro: cece natalie, Trick Daddy] Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think? Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me Whoop! Whoop! Pull over that ass is too fat [Verse 1: cece natalie] Hey, hello I'ma get loud 7:54, I'm feelin' it now I’m out the door, I'ma get loud Where are you now? Watch it go down The right amount of nothing but you got a perfect timing Half the time I think I'm onto something, there's someone behind me I decided not to bother, but I'm hoping that you find me Where are you now? Watch it go down [Chorus: cece natalie, Cakedog] Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think? I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think? I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me This is suicidal Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think? This is suicidal I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think? This is suicidal I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me Part XII: Cakedog - SUICIDAL [Intro: Cakedog] This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal [Bridge: Cakedog] This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal [Chorus: Cakedog] This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal [Drop: Cakedog] Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— This is suicidal Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get This is suicidal Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— This is suicidal Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— This is suicidal Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— This is suicidal [Outro: Cakedog] Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— This is suicidal Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— This is suicidal Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— This is suicidal This is suicidal This is suicidal Part XIII: che - It’s My Party and I’ll Die If I Want To [Chorus: che, Cakedog] Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— I don't want the peace no more (Peace), yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah) Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— This is suicidal I don't want the peace no more, yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee) Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— This is suicidal Go ahead, show 'em why you don't need no one, no one (Yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che) Get— get— get— get— get— Get— get— get— get— get— This is suicidal This is suicidal Huh, go ahead, show 'em why you don't need no one, no one (Yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che) [Verse: che] Huh, niggas won't live their own life, they wan' watch me, huh Boy, your posse's full of bitches and some hype beast (Yeah) Boy, the bitches that you with (Yeah, yeah), I wouldn't be five feet (Ha) If I get this lil' bitch naked, she gon' like me (Huh, oh, yeah) She said, "che, I can't take it, you like five feet deep" (Oh) Okay, bitch, you tired of me? (Hey) Beat it Yeah, I'm rockin' pink Alyx (Hey), I look just like a liter I put flesh up on the teeth (Oh, yeah), shawty, just like I'm a teether (Fee) Yeah, pushin' P, yeah, eh, that be the pussy bleeder Huh, face eater (Yeah), blood eater (Yeah) I don't teach her shit, she don't teach me either, she a keeper Let's go put that bitch, yeah, on that tee, eh-eh-eh-eh, on that TEC Ain't no peace in me, huh, yeah, ain't no peace in me (And I'm M.I.A.) Made in Atlanta Part XIV: FKA twigs - jealousy [Chorus: FKA twigs & Rema, FKA twigs, che] Jealousy you put on me You're in your feelings way too deep Jealousy you put on me That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why? (Fuck it) Jealousy you put on me You're in your feelings way too deep Jealousy you put on me That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why? Jealousy you put on me (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah) I don't want the peace no more, yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah) That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why? [Outro: FKA twigs & Rema, FKA twigs, che] Jealousy you put on me (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah) Jealousy you put on me (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah) Part XV: Lil Yachty - Yacht Club [Chorus: Juice WRLD, che] Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah) All the bad hoes wanna top us Too many wild parties on the yacht (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah) Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club [Verse: Lil Yachty, Juice WRLD, che] Ayy, ayy, air it out (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah) Pull up at your spot, and I air it out Gang on the gas and it's very loud (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah) Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down I need me a bitch that'll hold me down Gang comin' strong, yeah we rollin' out Throw a party like Rollin' Loud She do— —ke a nerd doin' homework [Outro: Juice WRLD] .40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework .40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework .40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework .40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework .40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner Part XVI: Tate McRae - exes / Squarepusher - My Red Hot Car (mashup) [Intro: Tate McRae] Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Changed my mind up like it's origami Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Changed my mind up like it's origami [Chorus: Tate McRae] (Kiss-kiss-kiss-) Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes [Verse 1: Tate McRae] Happens every time I don't mean, mean to be cold, but that's how I get, oh Me and all my pride Tryna burn down every damn bridge any time we can, and again [Pre-Chorus: Tate McRae] I'm a, I'm a, I'm a wild ride that never stops I'm a, I'm a, I'm a hard case they can't unlock And I, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough Let's just say it is what it is and was what it was [Chorus: Tate McRae] (Kiss-kiss-kiss-) Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes [Post-Chorus: Tate McRae] Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Changed my mind up like it's origami Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Oh-oh-oh) Changed my mind up like it's ori— [Verse 2: Tate McRae] Say, say I wanna go there, then I wanna leave Make another promise that I can't keep I don't ever know what I want, but that's what you want If you're down, well, then don't blame me Breakin' it all before it starts, makin' it all up in my head But I just overshare 'bout things I never meant [Pre-Chorus: Tate McRae] I'm a, I'm a, I'm a wild ride that never stops I'm a, I'm a, I'm a hard case they can't unlock And I, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough Let's just say it is what it is and was what it was (Was) [Chorus: Tate McRae] Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me (Nah, nah) We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me (Yeah) But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes [Post-Chorus: Tate McRae] Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Changed my mind up like it's origami Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Changed my mind up like it's origami (Ha-ha) Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Changed my mind up like it's origami [Outro: Tate McRae] Kisses to my exes, I know that I did you dirty Little messed up, little selfish, we ain't married, I ain't thirty Yeah, we hooked up, then we broke up, then I said you really hurt me But I still got your number and your necklace, kisses to my exes Part XVII: Slow Pulp - Cramps / skaiwater - real feel / Janet Jackson - All for You [Verse 1: Slow Pulp] She seems so ambitious, talking and she's spitting And I think I know what I’m missing There's nothing better Watch out for Heather I play out the same scene, bleeding on my new sheets I wanna bake out on the concrete There's nothing better Than keeping it together [Chorus: Slow Pulp] I'll take anything (I'll take anything) That you wanna give (That you wanna give) But I want everything (Everything) [Bridge: skaiwater] (I need your love today) (Give me the strength to stay) (What's up?) What's up Westside shawty? I've been outside, I've been [Chorus: skaiwater] Out of pocket, out of pocket (Oh, yeah) Out of body, out of body with you, baby Ride me like a Kawasaki (Kawasaki) Tell the hoes the truth, show them that we locked in I feel (I feel), I feel like you're up to something (Oh yeah, feel) I feel like you're up to sumn (Yeah, oh yeah) [Verse 2: skaiwater, Slow Pulp] Rule number one for being a bad bitch (Rule number one) Yeah, never let a nigga take you for granted (Never let a nigga, huh, what?) Yeah, I took the shot that they gave me and ran with it (I took the shot that they gave me and ran with it) (Everything) Uh, bitch, I get the gangsta shit from my mammy (Oh, yeah, get the gangsta shit from my mammy) (Everything) We need two cars, bitch, we out to Miami (Everything) Isabel Marant for when your bitch is ready (Everything) Bitch, I'm your blackest opp and I'm the last bitch standing (Last bitch standing) (Everything) I see that bitch in your Instagram DM, she still get an answer (Still get a answer) (Everything) Yeah, I do a drive by, do a manhunt (No cap) (I need your love today) (Everything) I go crazy, I go brazy, go bad, yeah (No cap) (Everything) Give a fuck if that's a girl, bitch, I'll still blam them (No cap) (Everything) (Give me the strength to stay) But I could calm it down, baby, put down the hammer (No cap) (Everything) Tell me everything I read in your phone, it was random (Everything) [Chorus: skaiwater, Slow Pulp] (Everything) Out of pocket, out of pocket (For real) (Everything) Out of body, out of body with you, baby (Everything) Ride me like a Kawasaki (Everything) Tell the hoes the truth, show them that we locked in (Everything) I feel, I feel like you're up to something (Feel) (Everything) I feel like you're up to sumn (Everything) [Bridge: Janet Jackson, ?, Slow Pulp] It's all for you [?] If you really want it [?] It's all for you [?] If you say you need it (Everything) It's all for you [?] If you gotta have it [?] (Everything) It's all for you [?] If you make a move (Everything) [?] It's all for you [?] (Everything) [Outro: Janet Jackson] It's all for you, if you really want it It's all for you, if you say you need it It's all for you, if you gotta have it It's all for you if you make a move It's all for you Part XVIII: 1oneam - Lil Kim [Chorus: 1oneam, Janet Jackson] It's all for you Want smoke lil' bitch? I'm bout it If you really want it Want smoke fuck nigga? We 'bout it It's all for you B-b-bad bitch eat dick, wanna chow it If you say you need it T-t-too much came in, need me an accountant It's all for you Bands so big, I can't even count it If you gotta have it They like, "Zen, stop fucking around" It's all for you You better duck, twin sending them rounds If you make a move Told the ho, "Bye, I'll see you around" It's all for you She getting geeked, been using her snout It's all for you Yeah, I'm too free in this bitch, no doubt If you really want it She fuck with lil' Zen, not no doubt It's all for you [Verse: 1oneam, Janet Jackson] If you say you need it Bad lil' bitch, she slim (I got the video, I got the video) It's all for you Bo—bodies sent the ho, Lil Kim If you gotta have it You ri—, you ride the wave, can't swim It's all for you Pockets swole, straight out the gym If you make a move Pussy so good, she wet like, "Damn" It's all for you Flex-flex like shit, bitch, fuck an exam It's all for you Steak, lil' bitch, I don't eat no ham If you really want it Want some beef? I go ham It's all for you I-I just jumped out the foreign If you say you need it Fuck a bitch good, wake up in the morning G19, hit you and it's pouring High as fuck, bitch, I'm soaring, ayy Tote my shit and record it Too many [?], just report it Off a Xan, it's one in the morning Recording this shit, it's one in the morning [Outro: 1oneam] Want smoke lil' bitch? I'm bout it Want smoke fuck nigga? we bout it B-b-bad bitch eat dick, wanna chow it T-t-too much came in, need me an accountant Bands so big, I can't even count it They like, "Zen, stop fucking around" You better duck, twin sending them rounds Told the ho, "Bye, I'll see you around" She getting geeked, been using her snout Yeah, I'm too free in this bitch, no doubt She fuck with lil' Zen, not no doubt Part XIX: Field Mob - So What / Drexciya - Running Out Of Space (mashup) [Intro: Jazze Pha] Ladies and gentlemen! Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara Superstar DJ's, here we go [Chorus: Ciara] They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that He always in trouble," and I heard "He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks He's always in the club," and they say "He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard "He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nuttin' but a thug" So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat [Verse 1: Smoke] And they say - I'm a slut, I'm a ho, I'm a freak I got a different girl every day of the week You too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe That stuff that you heard that they say about me They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact But you don't be hearin' it about your lover You let it go in one ear and out the other Now he say, she say, they say, I heard If they fake, we can't let it get on our nerves She miserable, she just want you to be Like her, misery needs company So don't listen to that vine of grapes - They're Nuttin' but liars hatin', and I bet They wouldn't mind tradin' pla-ces With you by my side in my Mercedes [Chorus: Ciara] They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that He always in trouble," and I heard "He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks He's always in the club," and they say "He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard "He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nuttin' but a thug" So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat Part XX: Charli xcx - Out of My Head / Syzy - Caught up (in circles) / Frost Children - Shake It Like A [Verse 1: Tove Lo] Glitter in my sheets Dancin' on, no sleep I don't learn, wanna burn, wanna turn all the way up, yeah I don't learn, wanna burn in the dirt 'til I'm out of luck, yeah [Pre-Chorus: Tove Lo] Pills and potions and terrible things Heart on the floor when the telephone rings All of the lies, I just wanna believe Drop all my morals, I just wanna sin [Chorus: Alma] I'm out of my, out of my head Out of my head Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my Out of my head Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my head Out of my head Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my head Out of my head, out of my head [Post-Chorus: Tove Lo] Need you, need you, need you out Need you, need you, need you Need you, need you, need you out Need you, need you, need you [Chorus: Lulu, Tove Lo] Need you, need you, need you out I feel it baby, you feel it too Need you, need you, need you Growing now, growing now, growing now Need you, need you, need you out Move on my body like you're supposed to Need you, need you, need you Like you're supposed to Need you, need you, need you [Drop: Angel, Danny Brown, Tove Lo] Yeah, girl, shake it like a Need you, need you, need you out Shake it like a Need you, need you, need you out Shake it like a Need you, need you, need you out Need you, need you, need you out [Verse 1: Danny Brown, Tove Lo] Dance to the light of the silvery moon Need you, need you, need you out I beat my own drum, dance to my own tune Do what I choose, give a fuck about a trend Need you, need you, need you Bitch, I'm all about the crew, motherfuck a new friend Y'all been mislead, ten steps ahead Need you, need you, need you out Need to cut that shit out like Lil Wayne dreads When I flip in an instant, y'all on Ozempic Need you, need you, need you Straight out the trenches, swing for the fences Part XXI: Frost Children - Shake It Like A / ​Jane Remover - Magic I Want U (mashup) [Intro: Angel, Tove Lo] Need you, need you, need you out Need you, need you, need you Shake it like a Need you, need you, need you out Need you, need you, need you [Verse 2: Angel] Yeah, shake it like a dog in the rain Whip your hair 'til it falls out, damage your brain 'Cause the world is to blame that you fell outta grace Shake the pain from your face now-now Yeah, girl, shake it like a [Refrain: Lulu, Jane Remover] I feel it baby, you feel it too Growing now, growing now, growing now Move on my body like you're supposed to Like you're supposed to 'Cause I'll be your groupie, baby [Drop: Angel, Lulu, Jane Remover] Yeah, girl, shake it like a (Like you're supposed to, like you're supposed to) 'Cause I'll be your groupie, baby Yeah, girl, shake it like a Shake it like a 'Cause I'll be your groupie, baby Shake it like a Part XXII: Hiroshi Sato - You’re My Baby Haven't known you long But I'm writing you this song Take it as a message from me Girl you have the eyes of Venus Rising from the sea Watch you from a distance I hardly can believe You're my baby You're my baby Through the shifting sands We are walking hand in hand Ours a path that time can't erase Girl you have a tender beauty And a dancer's grace Moving gently from me To spin through time and space Part XXIII: Charli Xcx - B2b (DJ LUKINHAS Remix) / Beyoncé - VIRGO’S GROOVE [Intro: Charli xcx, Hiroshi Sato] You're my baby Back to, back to, back to, back to You're my baby Back to, back to, back to, back to you [Chorus: Charli xcx, DJ LUKINHAS, Hiroshi Sato] [?] Back to, back to, back to, back to you [?] I don't wanna fall right back to us [?] Maybe you should run right back to her [?] I don't wanna go back, back to You're my baby [?] Back to, back to, back to, back to you [?] I don't wanna fall right back to us [?] Maybe you should run right back to her [?] I don't wanna go back, back to [?] Back to, back to, back to, back to you [?] I don't wanna fall right back to us [?] Maybe you should run right back to her [?] I don't wanna go back, back to [?] Back to, back to, back to, back to you [?] You're my baby I don't wanna fall right back to us [?] Maybe you should run right back to her [?] I don't wanna go back, back to [?] You're my baby Back to, back to, back to, back to you [?] I don't wanna fall right back to us [?] Maybe you should run right back to her [?] I don't wanna go back, back to [?] You're my baby [Breakdown: Charli xcx, DJ LUKINHAS] Back— back— [?] back— back— [?] Back— back— [?] back— back— [?] Back— back— [?] back— back— [?] Back— back— [?] back— back— [?] Oh, DJ LUKINHAS Back— back— [?] back— back— [?] Back— back— [?] back— back— [?] Back— back— [?] back— back— [?] [Drop: Charli xcx, DJ LUKINHAS] Back— back— [?] back— back— back— Back— back— [?] back— back— back— Back— back— [?] back— back— back— Back— back— [?] back— back— back— To back— [?] back— back— back— Back— back— [?] back— back— back— Back— back— [?] back— back— back— I don't wanna go back, back to— Back— [?] back— [?] back— back— [?] [?] [?] back— Back— [?] back— [?] back— back— [?] [?] [?] back— I don't wanna go back, back to— Back— [?] back— [?] back— back— [?] [?] [?] back— Back— [?] back— [?] back— back— [?] [?] [?] back— Back— [?] back— [?] back— back— [?] [?] [?] back— [Breakdown: Beyoncé, Charli xcx] I don't wanna feel feelings There's nothin' that I want as much as I want you I don't wanna feel feeli— i— i— i— i— i— i— i— i— ings A psychic hit me, told me we got shit to do I— I— I— I— We ain't got time like we used to I— i— i— i— i— i— i— i— But we still shine like we used to I don't wanna fall right back to us And we still grind like we used to Maybe you should run right back to her And we cut ties when we need to I don't wanna go back, back to (Ah, ah, ah) But I need more you on me and me on you, oh [Refrain: Beyoncé] I can be the one that takes you there And I need more nudity and ecstasy, oh On this magic ride, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh) Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared (Yeah, yeah) It's only gonna get you high [Pre-Chorus: Beyoncé] Baby, come over Come be alone with me tonight All these emotions It's washin' over me tonight, oh [Chorus: Beyoncé] Right here (Right here), right now (Right now) Iced up (Iced up), bite down (Bite down) Baby, lock in (Lock in) right now (Right now) I want it right here (Right here), right now (Right now) Cuddled up (Cuddled up) on the couch (On the couch) Motorboat (Motorboat), baby, swerve around (Swerve around) Slow-mo (Slow-mo) comin' out my blouse (Out my blouse) I want it right here (Right here), right now (Right now) [Post-Chorus: Beyoncé, Mk.gee, Charli xcx, *DJ LUKINHAS*] Baby, come over Oh, my love I can be the one that take you there Oh please, put me out I can be the one that takes you there (Ooh-oh) On this magic ride, woo I believe that you owe me this time Baby, come over (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared Can't believe how you killed me tonight Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared (Ooh-oh) It's only gonna get you high I'm taking all my love Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back— *[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back— Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back— *[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back— I don't wanna go back, back to— Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back— *[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back— Oh please, put me out Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back— *[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back— I believe that you owe me this time Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back— *[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back— Can't believe how you killed me tonight Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back— *[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back— I'm taking all my love Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back— *[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back— Part XXIV: Avant - Lie About Us [Verse 1: Avant] Baby, I know When we started out there was things you didn't know But baby girl, we got a lot of things we need to discuss I know I'm asking for a lot, but just trust You say that things getting old Sneakin' 'round, creepin' and love on the low Now baby girl, I can't wait 'til it's officially us I can't wait to let them know about us [Pre-Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger, Avant] At first I thought that I could take it boy, but I don't know (I don't know) You told me you were gonna leave her for me long ago (Long ago) Eventually I will, but I just gotta take it slow Don't wanna break her heart, although I gotta let her go, so baby [Chorus: Avant] So please don't say you wanna give up How do I tell her that I'm falling in love? And I know you're waiting patiently for that day When we no longer have to lie about us When I'm with her, all I want is your touch And when you call me, I don't wanna hang up And I know I say it often but I can't wait 'Til we no longer have to lie about us [Outro: Avant] Ooh, whoa Yeah, yeah Part XXV: Ken Carson - Green Room [Intro: Ken Carson, Avant] (Wake up, F1LTHY) Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Ooh, whoa Half of these niggas ain't never seen shit, and these bitches ain't seen shit neither Yeah, yeah When she workout, she rockin' a tracksuit, it's Balenciaga Adidas [Chorus: Ken Carson, Avant] And this shit don't make no sense Ooh, whoa How I went from broke to rich? Yeah, yeah How the fuck you want me now, back then act like you ain't notice me? (Notice me, notice me) Yeah, now I got diamonds, now I got these jewels Now these hoes comin' in two Now my pockets filled with cash Ooh, whoa Bitch I walk around with them blues, yeah Yeah, yeah Lil' bitch, I walk around with them blues now Yeah [Verse: Ken Carson, Avant] You know how I rock, cut off stacks, keep kush in my pocket Ooh, whoa They treat my swag just like a door the way these niggas knock it Bitch, I'm in that mode like Naruto, I'm a nine-tailed fox I don't want that ho if she ain't bringin' nothin' to the table but her box I been gettin' tired of fuckin' Ooh, whoa And I'm tired of being tired, shit, fuck it Yeah, yeah Everyday I ball out, I make sure I get a bucket How the fuck you don't know my middle name but you claim that you love me? You don't love me (Love me, love me) Ooh, whoa I know you don't love me If a bitch try me, it's gon' get real ugly Yeah, yeah If she wanna leave, I'll let her leave 'cause she already fucked me, huh I'm such an asshole Ooh, whoa Money over everything, these niggas gon' fold before my cash fold Every time I post on Instagram, I make her mad, oh Every time I pop out, you know I'm with a new bad ho, woah [Outro: Ken Carson] And you can't relate 'cause what I been doin' lately feels so unreal And I get depressed when I notice nobody feel how I feel (How I feel, how I feel, how I feel) Yeah Part XXVI: Cascada - What Hurts the Most [Verse 1: Cascada, Ken Carson] I was wit' the Look Killa tryna catch a kill I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house I remember way, way back in the day That don't bother me We couldn't even afford no meal I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out What I spent on purple drank I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while I could've paid his bills off for a year Even though goin' on with you gone still upsets me I was Uberin' everywhere There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay Now it's two-twenty on my dash when I steer But that's not what gets me Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh [Chorus: Cascada] What hurts the most was being so close And having so much to say (Much to say) And watching you walk away (Walk away) Never knowing what could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to do Part XXVII: Mel V - Pew Pew / Jane Remover - homeswitcher / Bar 9 - Piano Tune [Intro: Mel V] Brrt, Chapo Huh? [Verse: Mel V] Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg) I smoke on your bro every time I get high Haters on dick, they just want a reply Do not get popped like the Fourth of July Do not get popped like a motherfuckin' soda Bitch, I ain't bougie, I'll step in Corolla Might need a cast, I'm poppin' my shoulder Bitch, I'm the sickest like I got Ebola Yeah, I'm the sickest like I got the flu Smokin' on sticky, I'm smokin' on glue Ain't got no religion, but this shit here True I'm blessin' the beat like, "Ah, ahchoo" Come on your block, hit your whole crew Bullets gon' eat at a nigga like food Hi-Point, you got the lil' pew-pew Big Glock, I keep me a big tool Run up on me, girl, you is a big fool (Plugg) Dog-ass bitch, I don't fuck with no Shih Tzu (On God) Nigga play, I'ma aim at his top (Yeah) Only see red, but I never will stop (Yeah) Can't fuck with you 'cause you fuck with the cops (Yeah) You mad 'bout a ho, bitch, I'm not your opp Yeah, yeah, I told these hoes they ain't ready (Hrrt) I got the sauce like fuckin' spaghetti, yeah I ride the beat like a Chevy (Uh) Been servin' white, ain't talkin' no Betty Yeah, bitches so soft like a teddy (Yeah) Me and Kiko, we like Jason and Freddy, yeah Don't wanna chop it up like a machete You bitches be sweet as fuck just like Little Debbie Part XXVIII: Mel V - Pew Pew / One Direction - Stockholm Syndrome / ROUND TABLE - Let Me Be With You / Bar 9 - Piano Tune / ​umru & Chase Icon - Records (your danso remix) [Intro: Mel V] Brrt, Chapo Huh? [Verse: Mel V, ROUND TABLE] Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg) I smoke on your bro every time I get high Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) He get hit with the fye (Plugg) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I smoke on your bro every time I get high Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I smoke on your bro every time I get high Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I smoke on your bro every time I get high Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) [Chorus: Chase Icon, ROUND TABLE] Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I don't sell ass anymore, I sell Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass Part XXIX: ROUND TABLE - Let Me Be With You / umru & Chase Icon - Records (your danso remix) [Intro: Chase Icon] I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records I don't sell ass anymore, I sell I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records I don't sell ass anymore, I sell I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass [Chorus: Chase Icon, ROUND TABLE] I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records I don't sell ass anymore, I sell Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I don't sell ass (Chase Icon) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I don't sell ass anymore, I sell Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass Part XXX: ROUND TABLE - Let Me Be With You / DJ Tameil - Rude Boy Giddy Up [Intro: ROUND TABLE] Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you) [Chorus: DJ Tameil, ROUND TABLE] Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you) Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah) Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you) [Outro: DJ Tameil] Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Part XXXI: DJ Tameil - Rude Boy Giddy Up / Jessie j - domino [Intro: DJ Tameil, Jessie j] Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh [Verse: DJ Tameil, Jessie j] Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh [Chorus: DJ Tameil, Jessie j] U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— U-u u-u-u-u— Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh U-u u-u-u-u— [Breakdown: DJ Tameil, Jessie j] Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh [Outro: DJ Tameil, Vistoso Bosses, Jessie J] Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka (OH LET DO IT) Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Vistoso Bosses Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Flocka waka Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Waka flocka Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Flocka wakaoi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— 1017 BrickSquad Yeah! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Part XXXII: Vistoso Bosses - Tatted Up / DJ Tameil - Rude Boy Giddy Up [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame, DJ Tameil] Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Tatted from my neck, (Flocka) Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Flocka like this show is Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up All shirt all just to show of my artwork Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up She said she in love Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Flocka like a flirt Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up You get no combo Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up You ain't got all the words Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up [Verse 2: Vistoso Bosses, DJ Tameil] Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— You gotta be tatted up Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Like them rocker bike riders Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Rollin' on them Harleys Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Got me goin gnarley Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up I'm checkin' 'cause his sexy with that inked-out sleeve Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up And that nimble on his chest like an Ed Hardy tee Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Talk like a fool, And he's sweatin' me Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up And he just my type, Let me see what it's gone be Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Shawty said he wanna holla Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Tell him "hit me up" when he leave the tattoo parlor Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up [Chorus: Taylor, Gucci Mane, DJ Tameil] Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Yeah he is a keeper Ta-tatted like a pretty boy Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— No shirts and skinny jeans boy Ro-rockin rosaries boy Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Body marked in ink, boy Co-come be on my team boy Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Something like a G so Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Those tats don't mean a thing though Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Part XXXIII: Jane Remover - Flash in the Pan / Dazegxd - tell me (Jane Remover remix) [Verse: Jane Remover, DJ Tameil] Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— I can't live with shit up in the air Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— What he thinks about my mind and body Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— All the while, I really can't blame you Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— W-we don't have a single thing in common Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— I left my patience back at 30th Street Station Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— I got a thousand miles on my next life Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— [Pre-Chorus: Jane Remover, DJ Tameil] Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— Everybody think they own a piece of me Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— If you want a little taste, you can bite it Oi— oi— oi— come in— Oi— oi— oi— come in— [Chorus: Jane Remover] He said, "I'm on stage and you're thinkin' about other guys in front of me?" "I can see it in your eyes, baby girl, don't lie to me" He has the whole world and then some in the palm of his hand I'm jealous (I'm jealous) I'm trashy for a bitch with no credentials [Post-Chorus: Jane Remover] P-pretty boy said I was just a flash in the pan I could take her flow if I can't take her man I know how bad you wanna scream my name They must be buggin' if they don't know who I am [Refrain: Jane Remover] You finding words to say, you not with me though Wake up and find out it's not true I got dreams of you and me, do you feel it though? Wake up and find out it's just you Can you feel from miles away I'm thinkin' 'bout you? I can never get away with lying [Pre-Chorus: Jane Remover] I like his voice and the way he thinks about me Then I'll go to sleep and wake up crying (Ah-ah-ah) [Instrumental] Part XXXIV: Bladee - waster / Carly Rae Jepsen - Talking to Yourself [Intro: Bladee] I tried, you know? I tried playin' life, man [Verse: Bladee] Fucked up for days, can I catch a break? Just wanna go away, make it go away Just running through the days, running through the pain Bring my life to waste, was it all a waste? Was it all a waste? Was it all a waste? I'm smokin' so much dope, can I take a break? I know you know I know I made a mistake I'm just trying to touch the real but it's plastic, fake Plastic face, tragic on the way Only way I make it through the day is, I can't say I can't say, sorry, I can't say Sorry, mom, I know you hate to see me this way Fall in love and jump Are you drunk? I was actin' dumb Pills under my tongue, I feel numb Don't like anyone Empty, fill my cup I fucked up, cut me up my cut Catch you out, you're slumped, he's a bum Drain Gang, yeah, we on I'm the chosen one, the fuck you thought? Get back what I love I make the call, are you slow? Reap the risk I sow [Bridge: Carly Rae Jepsen] Are you thinkin' of me? Are you thinkin' of me? Are you thinkin' of me? Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me? Are you thinkin' of me? Are you thinkin' of me? Are you thinkin' of me? Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me? [Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen] Are you thinkin' of me when you're with somebody else? Do you talk to me when you're talkin' to yourself? Are you reachin' for me, makin' love to someone else? Do you talk to me (To me) When you're talkin' to yourself-self? When you're talkin' to your— Talk to me (To me) When you're talkin' to yourself-self When you're talkin' to your— Talk to me (To me) When you're talkin' to yourself Part XXXV: Lil Yachty, Future & Playboi Carti - Flex Up / Carly Rae Jepsen - Talking to Yourself [Chorus: Future, Lil Yachty, Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen] Are you thinkin' of me? Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo') Are you thinkin' of me? Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?) Are you thinkin' of me? Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo) Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me? Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah) Are you thinkin' of me? Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex) Are you thinkin' of me? Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah Are you thinkin' of me? [Post-Chorus: Future, Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen] Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me? Bet you won't get no murders out me (Homicide, homicide, yeah) Are you thinkin' of me? Go tell the cops (Flex up), I bet you won't get no murders out me [Verse 1: Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen] Are you thinkin' of me? Flex up, racks up (Homicide), flex up (What?), racks up (Yeah) Are you thinkin' of me? Flex up (Flex up), racks up (Racks up), flex up (Flex up), racks up (You dig?) Are you thinkin' of me? Sticks up, sticks up (What?), sticks up, sticks up (Yeah) Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me? Pick up the K, yeah (What?), I pick up the Drac', yeah (Slatt) Are you thinkin' of me? Spray at your bitch (Bitch, bitch), she gave me face, yeah (Carti) Are you thinkin' of me? I sprayed at the opp, yeah, he got shot in his face (Yeah) Are you thinkin' of me? I'm on codeine (Yeah), I'm fallin' in love with codeine Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me? I really be sippin' the lean (Yeah), I'm never sippin' the green (Yeah) Are you thinkin' of me? I'm doin' them drugs, mean, I'm doin' them drugs, mean Are you thinkin' of me? That white ho love me, that white bitch love me, hold on Are you thinkin' of me? [Chorus: Future, Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen, Raheem The Dream] Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me? (Listen up, y'all, 'cause this is it) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Get it) Are you thinkin' of me? (Raheem about to tell ya 'bout some hotel shit) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (You dig?) Part XXXVI: Lil Yachty, Future & Playboi Carti - Flex Up / Raheem The Dream - Hotel Motel [Chorus: Future, Lil Yachty, Playboi Carti, Raheem The Dream] It goes hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo') If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend, fellas Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?) Hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo) If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah) Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex) If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend, ladies? Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo') If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?) I came back to the city of the ATL Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo) Checked my good pimpin' ass in at the Swissôtel Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah) I left my mobile phone, I even left my beeper Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex) But I'll be damned if I didn't hit that housekeeper Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah She came up to my suite with the continental breakfast Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo') She asked me if I'm ridin' in that 300 Lexus Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?) I said, freak, does it matter? I said, freak, do you know me? Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo) Be like the state they call Missouri and come and show me Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah) Now, if you wanna keep yo' shit on the down low Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex) Just pack yo' bags and get yo' ho and this is where you go, to the Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah Part XXXVII: Raheem The Dream - Hotel Motel / Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love [Intro: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream] Hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn I'll breathe you in with smoke in the backyard light If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend, ladies? We used to laugh until we choked, into the wasted nights Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone Hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend, ladies? So don't, don't, don't wake me up, 'cause my thrill is gone Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend Say I'm wrong in the sunset turning red behind the smoke Hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend, ladies? Forever and alone Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend Yeah [Outro: Raheem The Dream] Hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend, ladies? Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend Part XXXVIII: Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love [Verse 1: Pierce The Veil] And you've gone and sewn me to this bed The taste of you and me will never leave my lips again Under the blinding rain (Blinding rain) I wanna hold your hand so tight, I'm gonna break my wrists (Break my wrists) And when the vultures sing tonight, I'm gonna join right in [Chorus: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream] I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh) [?] Because I don't know any other song, woah, oh, no [?] I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on [?] No, I'm barely hanging on By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone And now there's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon [?] [?] [Verse 2: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream] This isn't fair (No) [?] Don't you try to blame this on me [?] My love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me And goddammit, I can barely say your name So, I'll try to write it and fill the pen with blood from the sink [?] Woah, oh But, don't just say it, you should sing my name [?] Pretend that it's a song 'cause forever it's yours [?] And we can sing this on the way home [?] [Chorus: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream, ‎OsamaSon] [?] I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh) [?] Take a look at what I did [?] 'Cause I don't know any other song, woah, oh, no [?] Wish you could see this shit, man (Man) I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on Ah damn (Damn) [?] No, I'm barely hanging on Cannot let 'em down (Yeah) [?] By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone [?] Cannot let 'em down But now there's nothing to do, but tear my voice apart [?] VETEMENTS pants, pull 'em up [?] There's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon [?] Pull up, test yo' luck [Breakdown: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream, ‎OsamaSon] I ran out of love [?] Still got fuckin' mud (Bee, bee) I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh) Try to pay my slime [?] He don't want nothin' [?] Yeah, nothin' 'Cause I don't know any other song, woah, oh, no That shit ain't nothin' [?] I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on [?] No, I'm barely hanging on Yeah, nothin' By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone [?] [?] That shit ain't nothin' [?] But now there's nothing to do, but tear my voice apart [?] That shit ain't nothin' Yeah There's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon [?] [?] Part XXXIX: ‎OsamaSon - Nothing / Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love / Raheem The Dream - Hotel Motel / SOPHIE - Faceshopping (Euphoric Reduce Me To Nothingness Remix) [Verse: OsamaSon, Raheem The Dream] Pretty bitch just want some lovin' (Yeah) Honestly, can't give you nothin' [?] Take you where you never been [?] Overseas, and I spent like ten (Bee) [?] [?] I just want some bands (Some bands) Hit her, what you sayin'? (Brr) She said pick her up [?] Be there 'round like ten Rick Owens, my pants (Yeah) [?] This ho match my fly, but she ain't mine (Yeah) [?] I been pourin' up for the tenth time (Yeah) Think I fell in love, but she ain't mine, ain't mine [Outro: Cecile Believe, Pierce The Veil] I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh) Ooh, reduce me to nothingness (Oh, oh, oh) Ooh, reduce me to nothingness (Oh, oh, oh) Ooh, reduce me to nothingness (Oh, oh, oh) Ooh, reduce me to nothingness (Oh, oh, oh) Ooh, reduce me to nothingness (Oh, oh, oh) Ooh, reduce me to nothingness Part XXXX: Jane Remover - TURN UP OR DIE / So What? (?) / SOPHIE - Faceshopping (Euphoric Reduce Me To Nothingness Remix) [Intro: Jane Remover, Cecile Believe] Ooh, reduce me to nothingness If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave Ooh If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave Ooh, reduce me to nothingness If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave Ooh If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave Ooh, reduce me to nothingness If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave Ooh If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave Ooh, reduce me to nothingness If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave Ooh If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave Ooh If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave [Verse: Jane Remover, Cecile Believe] Touch me, touch me If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave Set my spirit free If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave So you must be the one If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave That I've seen in my dreams Come on, touch me If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave Set my spirit free So you must be the one If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave That I've seen in my dreams Come on, touch me If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave [Chorus: Jane Remover, Pierce The Veil, Cecile Believe] I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh) Set my spirit free Spirit free If i’m not dancing all night— —life out of me If i’m not dancing all night— —life out of me Set my spirit free Spirit free If i’m not dancing all night— —life out of me If i’m not dancing all night— —life out of me Set my spirit free Spirit free If i’m not dancing all night— —you bored the life out of me Set my spirit free Spirit free Set my spirit free Spirit free If i’m not dancing all night— —you bored the life out of me If i’m not dancing all night— —you bored the life out of me Set my spirit free Spirit free Set my spirit free Spirit free If i’m not dancing all night— —you bored the life out of me If i’m not dancing all night— I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) [Noise]