TOP OFF LYRICS BY DJ KHALED JAY Z,FUTURE,BEYONCE

Lyric
Ah, all that shit real too, ahhhh
I ain't gon' stop
I see the...
I'm ain't gon' stop
I'm ain't... haha

I took the top off the Maybach, I took the top off
Another one
I took the top off the Maybach, I took the top off
I, I took the top off my Maybach, nigga
I took the top off my Maybach
DJ Khaled!

I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach, oh
I took the top off the Maybach, ah
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah

I hear the po-po behind me, woo, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, I ain't gon' stop (skrrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, fuck these cops (rrt, rrt)

V12, see ya, 12 (bye)
I do the whole dash with no seatbelt
Screamin', "Free my nigga, Meek Mill"
Niggas can't wheelie in this free world
Meanwhile Georgie Porgie sinnin' and sendin' me threats
Save your breath, you couldn't beat a flight of steps
Try that shit with a grown man
I'll kill that fuckboy with my own hand
And hop back in the coupe (woo, woo)
Let's go back to the mud, I hop right out the soup
Save all that woopty woop
Let's let the money talk, let the Uzi shoot
No jewels in this Patek Philippe
It's complicated, three million apiece
Sheesh, that's how we do time
Dujac by the mag, that's how we do wine
$91,000 for a wine bill
Keep it real with you, that was Juan's bill
My whole team ball
Everybody's a star but the team ball
'61 with the thing off
Me and Blue havin' a sing off
That's a raspberry beret
The kind you find in a second-hand store
That's a vintage piece
Kind that make haters kiss their teeth, you can't buy this new
I had the 'Bach-bach-bach you know how I do
Two-tone with the powder blue (woo)
Realest shit to come out the stu'
Khaled is valid, every word is true
What these niggas gon' do without us, dude?

I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach, rrt
I, I took the top off my Maybach, nigga
I took the top off my Maybach

I chopped the top off, you notice
Ridin' 'round town with the FLOTUS
1.5 for the Landaulet
Bey, put these fuckboys on notice (fuckboys on notice)

I'm the only lady here, still the realest nigga in the room
I break the internet, top two and I ain't number two
My body, my ice, my cash, all real, I'm a triple threat
Fuck it up and then leave, come back, fuck it up and leave again
Top off the coupe and it look like Freaknik
In the hood, hollerin', "Free Meek"
Two deep, it's just me and JAY
Just posted in them courtside seats
Woo! I'm like "hol' up"
Woo! I might roll up
If they're tryna party with the queen
They gon' have to sign a non-disclosure, ayy

I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I took the top off the Maybach (ain't gon' stop)
I took the top off the Maybach (rah)
I took the top off the Maybach (woo, woo)
Ayy, I took the top off of my Maybach, bitch
I took the top off of my Maybach, bitch
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach

Ooh-ooh, ooh, it's glittery, glittery
Ooh-ooh, it's pricy, pricy
Ooh-ooh, 1.5
Ooh-ooh, I'm hyphy, I'm hyphy

I hear the po-po behind me, woo, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain't gon' stop (skrrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain't gon' stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, rrt, fuck these cops (rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt)

We The Best Music
I took the top off, I took the top off
I took the top off, I took the top off
Roc Nation
I took the top off, I took the top off
I took the top off, I took the top off, ooh-ooh

KING'S DEAD LYRICS BY JAY ROCK,KENDRICK LAMAR ,FUTURE,JAMES BLAKE

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
And it's like that, lil' bitch
MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil' bitch
Do it bite back, lil' bitch? Need two life jackets, lil' bitch
I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you
I ain't gon' front you, keep it 100, I don't know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over
Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I've been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My shit's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon' roll up
I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready
I reign all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You're not a gang member, you's a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out
Bought an '83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama, tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? (Should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain't no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car
La di da di da, mothafuck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I'm on a roll, and I put that on the gang

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

[Interlude: James Blake & Kendrick Lamar]
Changes
Is you gon' do somethin'?
(What you want?)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like
We like fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria
But I don't see it, I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic
Tapped in when I'm maxed in Comp-Town with the MAC 10s
And the pumps in the background I was absent
Never OG, standout, I was lackin'
Everything else, but doubt in the Magnum
Holdin' Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Boo yaow, boo yaow"
(Yeah, God)
Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Well ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree, fuck your feelin's, fuck your culture
Fuck your moral, fuck your family, fuck your tribe
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y'all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars

FEDS DID A SWEEP LYRICS BY FUTURE

[Intro]
Yeah, I lost so many niggas to the streets this year
Oh, oh, no
I ain't even talkin' about, they ain't even dead
They ain't, they ain't dead
Feds did a sweep, Feds did a sweep
Real niggas linkin' up
Got a few of my niggas in the sweeps
Trill niggas linkin' up
Real niggas linkin' up
Shit ain't gonna be the same, man
Feds did a sweep
Free my niggas

[Chorus]
Feds did a sweep
Real niggas linkin' up
Trill niggas linkin' up
Link up, my nigga, let's link up
I done start buyin' more Cubans
These links on me leavin' bruises
I don't fantasize, I make movies
I don't tell lies, I tote Uzi's
I get idolized by these groupies
I treat 'em just like they're regular, yeah
They sneakin' pics on the cellular
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Them bands on me, more capital
I gotta go pour up some juice
For my dawgs just went Federal

[Verse 1]
Give your life for this gang gang shit
Pay a price for this gang gang shit
You should wanna remain nameless
Tryna be Instagram famous
Knowin' damn well these streets painless
Gotta take ya time, ya gang gang
You don't wanna feel my pain
It's gon' drive you insane (Future)
I dread, I prevent it cause man I'm a menace
I know what I did, I'ma finish this
I got the code, I got the remedy
I'm doin' this for infinity
I ain't lookin' for no sympathy
Put a dollar sign on my enemies
You can't come between my embassy
You gotta stay off the premises
I was down and out, and I remember this
It's gon' hurt my soul just to reminisce
Gotta understand what I represent
You know what I mean to the game

[Chorus]
Feds did a sweep
Real niggas linkin' up
Trill niggas linkin' up
Link up, my nigga, let's link up
I done start buyin' more Cubans
These links on me leavin' bruises
I don't fantasize, I make movies
I don't tell lies, I tote Uzi's
I get idolized by these groupies
I treat 'em just like they're regular, yeah
They sneakin' pics on the cellular
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Them bands on me, more capital
I gotta go pour up some juice
For my dawgs just went Federal

[Interlude]
Knocks
Police! We have a search warrant
Police! Police search warrant!
Get on the ground!
Get on the ground, get on the ground!
Get down on the ground!
Gunshots

[Verse 2]
The Feds did a sweep
Picked the dogs up like an infant
Got 13 bodies (what else?)
Got 27 damn victims
Burned the eyes out a witness (what else?)
Put your hood on chitlins (what else?)
Cartiers, I got privilege
See the way my dawgs livin'
They always gotta dodge prison
I was born dodgin' penitentiary
I bought my mom French Tiffanys
Gang, gang, we a family
Hold it down for the family
You goin' viral for the family
The homie tried to plead insanity
Pray to God, take this energy
Turn around the positivity
When you servin' for an activity
Better learn about the history
I was touchin' work in elementary
Started cookin' work and skippin' chemistry
Then I started speakin' poetry
I just wish my dawg didn't ignore me
Told you

[Chorus]
Feds did a sweep
Real niggas linkin' up
Trill niggas linkin' up
Link up, my nigga, let's link up
I done start buyin' more Cubans
These links on me leavin' bruises
I don't fantasize, I make movies (movies!)
I don't tell lies, I tote Uzi's
I get idolized by these groupies
I treat 'em just like they're regular, yeah
They sneakin' pics on the cellular
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Them bands on me, more capital
I gotta go pour up some juice
For my dawgs just went Federal

[Outro]
Real niggas linkin' up
Trill niggas linkin' up
Feds did a sweep
Link up, my nigga, let's link up

ALL DA SMOKE LYRICS BY FUTURE ,YOUNG THUG

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I'm it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin' it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin', holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let's go)
Green and white like Celtics, don't play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I'm superior, I'm imperial, I ain't feelin' ya (ooh)
I been eatin' me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon' put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin' in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin' crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin' up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I'm thinkin' out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I'm so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I'm in the backyard feeding deers, I'm in a penthouse poppin' seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my gear
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don't you take that to the head
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I'm killed
And I was in Miami countin' a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it's traffic time
My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain't have shit (on god)
I wiped a nigga's nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

 "ALL DA SMOKE" Track Info
produced by :Richie Souf
Album:super Slimey
written by:Young Thug & Future
sound design :Daniel East
Release date:20th october ,2017

END GAME LYRICS BY TAYLOR SWIFT FT. ED SHEERAN,FUTURE

END GAME LYRICS

I wanna be your end game
I wanna be your first string
I wanna be your A-Team
I wanna be your end game, end game

Big reputation, big reputation
Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations
Aah, and you heard about me
Ooh, I got some big enemies (yeah)
Big reputation, big reputation
Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation
Aah, and I heard about you (yah)
Ooh, you like the bad ones, too

[Future:]
You so dope, don't overdose
I'm so stoked, I need a toast
We do the most, I'm in the ghost like I'm whippin' a boat
I got a reputation, girl, that don't precede me (yah)
I'm one call away whenever you need me (yeah)
I'm in a G5 (yeah), come to the A-Side (yeah)
I got a bad boy persona, that's what they like (what they like)
You love it, I love it, too, 'cause you my type (you my type)
You hold me down and I protect you with my life

[Taylor Swift & Future:]
I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be
Just another ex-love you don't wanna see
I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you)
Like the other girls do
I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna be
Drinking on a beach with you all over me
I know what they all say (I know what they all say)
But I ain't tryna play

[Taylor Swift:]
I wanna be your end game
I wanna be your first string
I wanna be your A-Team
I wanna be your end game, end game

[Ed Sheeran:]
Now well, when I was young, we connected
When we were little bit older, both sprung
I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders
Reputation precedes me and rumors are knee-deep
The truth is it's easier to ignore it, believe me
Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long
And you understand the good and bad end up in a song
For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease
For all my flaws, paranoia and insecurities
I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny
After the storm, something was born on the 4th of July
I've passed days without fun, this end game is the one
With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say it

[Taylor Swift:]
I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be
Just another ex-love you don't wanna see
I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you)
Like the other girls do
I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna be
Drinking on a beach with you all over me
I know what they all say, yeah, but I ain't tryna play

[Taylor Swift:]
I wanna be your end game
I wanna be your first string
I wanna be your A-Team
I wanna be your end game, end game

[Taylor Swift & Future:]
Big reputation, big reputation
Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations
Ah, and you heard about me
Oh, I got some big enemies
Hey, big reputation, big reputation
Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation
Ah, and I heard about you
Ooh, you like the bad ones, too

[Taylor Swift:]
I hit you like bang
We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't
And I bury hatchets, but I keep maps of where I put 'em
Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy
I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me
And I can't let you go, your hand prints on my soul
It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold
You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks
So here's the truth from my red lips

[Taylor Swift, Future & Ed Sheeran:]
I wanna be your end game
I wanna be your first string (Me and you)
I wanna be your A-Team (Be your A-Team now)
I wanna be your end game, end game
I wanna be your end game (oh, I do)
I wanna be your first string
I wanna be your A-Team
I wanna be your end game, end game