Travis Scott – ​goosebumps Lyrics | Genius Lyrics 2017

"Goosebumps"

(feat. Kendrick Lamar)

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah

7:30 in the night

Ooooh ooh

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Worry about those comments

I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich

Throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you're not around

When you throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah

7-1-3 to the 2-8-1, yeah I'm riding

Why they on me? Why they on me? I'm flyin'

Sippin' lowkey I'm sipping lowkey in Onyx

Rider, rider when I'm pullin' up right beside ya

Popstar, lil' Mariah

When I text a cute game, wildness

Throw a stack on the Bible

Never Snapchat or took molly

She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies

Yeah, we at the top floor, right there off Doheny

Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all

Yea, when I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong

Yeah, saucing in the city, don't get misinformed, yea

They gon' pull up on you (brr, brr, brr)

Yeah, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate

Yeah, cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay

Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know

Oh, back the fuck up off me (brr, brr, brr)

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Worry about those comments

I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich

Throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you're not around

When you throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time

[Kendrick Lamar:]

I want to press my like, yeah, I wanna press my

I want a green light, I wanna be like

I wanna press my line, yeah

I want to take that ride, yeah

I’m gonna press my line

I wanna green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my

Mama, dear, spare your feelings

I'm reliving moments, peeling more residual

(I can) buy the building, burn the building, take your bitch, rebuild the building just to fuck some more

(I can) justify my love for you and touch the sky for God to stop, debating war

Put the pussy on a pedestal

Put the pussy on a high horse

That pussy to die for

That pussy to die for

Peter, piper, picked a pepper

So I could pick your brain and put your heart together

We depart the shady parts and party hard, the diamonds yours

The coupe forever

My best shots might shoot forever like (brr)

[Travis Scott:]

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Worry about those comments

I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich

Throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you're not around

When you throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time

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Calvin Harris – Slide Lyrics | Genius Lyrics 2017

"Slide"

(feat. Frank Ocean & Migos)

[Frank Ocean:]

I might empty my bank account

And buy that "Boy with a Pipe"

Buy that "Boy with a Pipe"

I might,

I might empty my bank account

And buy that "Boy with a Pipe"

Buy that "Boy with a Pipe"

I might

Do you slide on all your nights like this?

Do you try on all your nights like this? 

I might put some spotlight on the slide

Whatever comes, comes too clear

Do you slide on all your nights like this?

Do you try on all your nights like this? 

I might put some spotlight on the slide

And whatever comes, comes too clear

All this jewelry ain't no use when it's this dark

This my favorite part,

We see the lights, they cut so far

It went too fast, we couldn't reach it with our arm

Wrist on the wrist, a link of charms,

Yeah

Player, we're still in Lincoln Park

It's like we could dye our own hair

Like we could dye it all blonde, hon'

If we could see in 20-20

Twice we could see it 'til the end

[Quavo:]

Put that spotlight on her face, spotlight

Put that spotlight on her face, ah, yeah

We gon' pipe up and turn up, pipe up

We gon' light up and burn up, burn up

Mama too hot like a, like what?

Mama too hot like a furnace, furnace

I got a hundred Gs in my Goyard, Gs

My diamond gon' shine when the lights dark, shine

You and I'll take a ride down the boulevard, yeah

And your friends really wanna break us apart apart

Good lord

[Offset:]

Good gracious

Starin' at my diamonds while I'm hoppin' out the spaceship

Need your information, take vacation to Malaysia

You my baby,

The paparazzi flashin' crazy

She swallowed the bottle while I sit back and smoke gelato

Walk in my mansion. 20 thousand paintings. Picasso

Bitch'll be dippin', dabbin' with niggas like a nacho

Took off her panties, diamonds dancin' like Rick Ricardo

She havin' it

When they call her workin' on The Bachelor

I know you got a past, I got a past, that's in the back of us

Average, I'm a make a million on the average

I'm ridin' with no brain, bitch, I'm out of it

[Frank Ocean:]

Do you slide on all your nights like this?

Do you try on all your nights like this? 

I might put some spotlight on the slide, ooh, yeah

Whatever comes, comes too clear

Do you slide on all your nights like this?

Do you try on all your nights like this? 

put some spotlight on the slide

And whatever comes, comes too clear 

I might empty my bank account

And buy that "Boy with a Pipe"

Buy that "Boy with a Pipe"

I might,

I might empty my bank account

And buy that "Boy with a Pipe"

Buy that "Boy with a Pipe"

I might

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Drake – Passionfruit Lyrics | Genius Lyrics 2017

"Passionfruit"

[Moodymann:]

Hold on, hold on, fuck that

Fuck that shit

Hold on, I got to start this mothafuckin' record over again, wait a minute

Fuck that shit

Still on this mothafuckin' record

I'ma play this mothafucka for y'all

Ay, y'all get some more drinks goin' on, I'll sound a whole lot better

[Drake:]

Listen, seeing you got ritualistic

Cleansin' my soul of addiction for now

Cause I'm fallin' apart

Yeah, tension between us just like picket fences

You got issues that I won't mention for now

Cause we're fallin' apart

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

Passin' up on my old ways

I can't blame you, no, no

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

Passin' up on my old ways

I can't blame you, no, no

Listen, hard at buildin' trust from a distance

I think we should rule out commitment for now

Cause we're fallin' apart

Leavin', you're just doing that to get even

Don't pick up the pieces, just leave it for now

They keep fallin' apart

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

Passin' up on my old ways

I can't blame you, no, no

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

Passin' up on my old ways

I can't blame you, no, no

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Rae Sremmurd – Swang Lyrics | Genius Lyrics 2017

"Swang"

Um, it's nasty

Uh, it's nasty

Uhmm

Know some young niggas like to swang, uhmm

Know some young niggas like to swang

Know some young niggas like to swang

[Swae Lee:]

Know some young niggas like to swang

Know some young niggas like to swang

Big bank take little bank

Everday spillin' up drank

She want the whole crew, shawty brave

When the money talks, what is there to say?

Blow away, watch it blow away

When I die can't take it to the grave

Hop out, drop, top, fuck y'all talkin' I need it right now

Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up gotta come down

Gettin' dough ain't a thing change

Coasting, grippin' grain

Goin' through the money like a phase

Don't say my name in vain

I'm so glad that you came

All these bad bitches gettin' slain

Broke ass nigga get a clue

All these niggas know how we do

Know some young niggas like to swang

Know some young niggas like to swang

Big bank take little bank

Everday spillin' up drank

She want the whole crew, shawty brave

When the money talks, what is there to say?

Blow away, watch it blow away

When I die can't take it to the grave

Hop out, drop, top, fuck y'all talkin' I need it right now

Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up gotta come down

[Slim Jxmmi:]

I know some young niggas from the bottom

They'll do anything for a dollar

I coulda went to school to be a doctor

But I dropped out and chose to be a baller

Switchin' lanes, spittin' game in my new drop

Still on a paper chase that don't ever stop

Everybody with me family, that's how we rock

Party at the mansion, we bout to flood the spot

Sremmlife!

[Swae Lee:]

Know some young niggas like to swang

Know some young niggas like to swang

Big bank take little bank

Everday spillin' up drank

She want the whole crew, shawty brave

When the money talks, what is there to say?

Blow away, watch it blow away

When I die can't take it to the grave..

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The Chainsmokers – Closer Lyrics | Genius Lyrics 2017

"Closer"

(feat. Halsey)

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you

I drink too much and that's an issue

But I'm OK

Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them

But I hope I never see them

Again

I know it breaks your heart

Moved to the city in a broke-down car

And four years, no calls

Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar

And I, I, I, I, I can't stop

No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop

So, baby, pull me closer

In the back seat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of that mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

You look as good as the day I met you

I forget just why I left you,

I was insane

Stay and play that Blink-182 song

That we beat to death in Tucson,

OK

I know it breaks your heart

Moved to the city in a broke-down car

And four years, no call

Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar

And I, I, I, I, I can't stop

No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop

So, baby, pull me closer

In the back seat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of that mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

So, baby, pull me closer

In the back seat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of that mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

No, we ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

No, we ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

No, we ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

No, we ain't ever getting older

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Charlie Puth – Attention Lyrics | Genius Lyrics

"Attention"

Whoa oh oh hm

You've been runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round throwin' that dirt all on my name

'Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd call you up

You've been going 'round, going 'round, going 'round every party in LA

'Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd be at one, oh

I know that dress is karma, perfume regret

You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine, oh

And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect?

But you're not coming home with me tonight

You just want attention

You don't want my heart

Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new

Yeah, you just want attention

I knew from the start

You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you, oh

You've been runnin' round, runnin' round, runnin' round throwing that dirt all on my name

'Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd call you up

Baby, now that we're, now that we're, now that we're right here standing face to face

You already know, 'ready know, 'ready know that you won, oh

I know that dress is karma (dress is karma), perfume regret, yeah

You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine, oh

(You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine)

And now I'm all up on ya (all up on ya), what you expect?

(Oh, baby)

But you're not coming home with me tonight, oh no

You just want attention

You don't want my heart

Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new, someone new

Yeah, you just want attention, oh

I knew from the start, the start

You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you, over you, oh

What are you doin' to me?

What are you doin', huh? (What are you doin'?)

What are you doin' to me?

What are you doin', huh? (What are you doin'?)

What are you doin' to me?

What are you doin', huh? (What are you doin'?)

What are you doin' to me?

What are you doin', huh?

I know that dress is karma, perfume regret

You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine

And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect?

But you're not coming home with me tonight

You just want attention

You don't want my heart

Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new

Yeah, you just want attention

I knew from the start

You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you, over you

What are you doin' to me? (hey)

What are you doin', huh? (what are you doin', what?)

What are you doin' to me?

What are you doin', huh? (yeah, you just want attention)

What are you doin' to me? (I knew from the start)

What are you doin', huh?

(You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you)

What are you doin' to me?

What are you doin', huh?

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Migos – Bad and Boujee Lyrics | Genius Lyrics 2017

You know, young rich niggas

You know so we ain't really never had no old money

We got a whole lotta new money though, hah

(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot ya)

Hey!

[Hook: Offset]

Raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top)

Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)

Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (thot)

Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)

We came from nothin' to somethin', nigga (hey)

I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)

Call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang)

Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)

Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)

My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)

We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)

Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)

My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)

We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 1: Offset]

Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!

Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends

I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)

I take your bih right from you (you)

Bitch, I'm a dog, roof (grr)

Beat the ho walls loose (hey)

Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt)

I tell that bih to come comfort me (comfort me)

I swear these niggas is under me (hey)

They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (jumpin' me)

Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)

Ayy, we do the most

Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo)

Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah)

Holdin' the fire with no holster (blaow)

Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)

This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey)

Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (dab)

Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)

Courtside with a bad bitch (bitch)

Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)

I'm young and rich and plus I'm bougie (hey)

I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)

Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends

So my money makin' my back ache (aagh)

You niggas got a low Act rate (Act)

We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way (nawf)

Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (cookie)

Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)

Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race (skrt)

I let them birds take a bath, bae (brr)

[Hook: Offset]

Raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top)

Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)

Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (thot)

Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)

We came from nothin' to somethin', nigga (hey)

I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)

Call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang)

Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)

Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)

My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)

We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)

Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)

My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)

We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]

Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy

Outer space, Kid Cudi (drank)

Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin'

Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin'

Don't move too fast, I might shoot ya (huh?)

Draco bad and boujee (draco)

I'm always hangin' with shooters (brrah)

Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)

Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille

Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)

When I'm on stage show me boobies (ayy)

Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (ice)

Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)

I pull up, I pull up, I pull up

I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)

I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin'

I'm whippin' into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)

I gave her 10 racks

I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up (ten)

These bitches, they fuck and suck dick

And they bustin' for Instagram, get your Klout up

Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)

Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin')

Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)

Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho, get the door, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]

Raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top)

Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)

Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (thot)

Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)

We came from nothin' to somethin', nigga (hey)

I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)

Call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang)

Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)

Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)

My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)

We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)

Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)

My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)

We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My bitch, she bad to the bone

Ayy, wait, these niggas watchin'

I swear to God they be my clones

Yeah, hey, huh

Switchin' my hoes like my flows (what?)

Switchin' my flows like my clothes (like what?)

Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload

Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew

'Cause the money come all out the roof

Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)

Wait, what kind of Rari? 458 (damn)

All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)

Try to hide, shoot through the gate

Look, go to strip club, make it rain

Yeah, so much money they use rakes

Count a hundred thousand in your face (in your face)

Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe

Met her today, yeah

She talk to me like she knew me, yeah

Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah

Wakin' up right to a two-piece, yeah

Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yeah

Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah

Boy, you so fake like my collar, you snakin'

I swear to God that be that Gucci (ayy)

And you know we winnin' (winnin')

Yeah, we is not losin'

Try to play your song, it ain't move me (what?)

Saw your girl once, now she choosin', yeah

[Hook: Offset]

Raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top)

Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)

Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (thot)

Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)

We came from nothin' to somethin', nigga (hey)

I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)

Call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang)

Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)

Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)

My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)

We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)

Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)

My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)

We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

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