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When Kendrick Lamar surprise-dropped his GNX album, an immediate standout from the project was “Squabble Up.”
The song topped the Billboard Hot 100, at the same time as GNX debuting atop the Billboard 200 albums chart. The track became Lamar’s fifth Hot 100 No. 1 out of six total, and his third of 2024 – the most among all artists of the year. He previously led in 2024 with “Not Like Us,” for two weeks beginning in May, and “Like That,” with Future and Metro Boomin, for three weeks in April.
Below, find the lyrics to Kendrick Lamar’s “Squabble Up.”
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God knowsI amReincarnated, I was stargazin’Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)
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Woke up lookin’ for the broccoliHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that KamasiIP, ownership, the blueprint is by meMr. Get Off, I get off at my feet(When I hear music, it makes me dance)(You got the music, now is your chance)A yee nigga couldn’t try me in the tri-stateBuddy pass, bet I get him splashed ’til he hydratedBounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilatedI got the money and the power both gyratin’
I feel good, get the fuck out my faceLook good, but she don’t got no tasteI walk in, walked out with the safeMando, let me know what the play
What the fuck? I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cutsI got friends, I got foes, but they all sitting ducksHit his turf and get crackin’, double back like a deluxeFifty deep, but it ain’t deep enoughFuck a plea, there he go, beat him upFallin’ from my money tree and it grow throughout the monthsSpit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it’s us
I feel good, get the fuck out my faceLook good, but she don’t got no tasteI walk in, walked out with the safeMando, let me know what the play
Squabble up, squabble upSquabble up, squabble upSquabble up (mh-mh), squabble up (mh-mh)Squabble up (mh-mh), squabble up
Hol’ up (hol’ up), where you from? (Where you from?)Bye, bitch (bye, bitch), I’m finna go dumb (finna go dumb)Sideways (sideways), bunk skunk (bunk skunk)Fever (fever), I’m on one (I’m on one)
Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin’ itQuid pro quo, what you want? ‘Cause I’m watchin’ itWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin’ itBrodie won’t go, but I know that he poppin’ itIt was woof tickets on sale ’til I silenced itPipe down, young, these some whole other politicsBitch with him and some bitch in him, that’s a lot of bitchDon’t hit him, he got kids with him, my apologiesGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the SmirnoffYeehaw, we outside, whoadie ’bout to kill him offBlaps on blaps, it’s a fact, this a brick of rawTell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it’s fictional?Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal?“Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop?” I’m like, “Nigga, nah”Ace boon coon from the Westside to SenegalIt’s a full moon, let the (ah) wolves out, I been a dog
I feel good, get the fuck out my faceLook good, but she don’t got no tasteI walked in, walked out with the safeMando, let me know what the play
Squabble up, squabble upSquabble up, squabble upSquabble up (mh-mh), squabble up (mh-mh)Squabble up (mh-mh), squabble up
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Ariana Grande’s 2024 album Eternal Sunshine returned to No. 1 on the Billboard 200 albums chart for a third total week at the summit, thanks to project’s deluxe reissue, dubbed Eternal Sunshine Deluxe: Brighter Days Ahead.
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The project featured six new songs, including the emotion-filled “Twilight Zone.”
Below, find the lyrics to Ariana Grande’s “Twilight Zone.”
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Did I dream the whole thing?Was I just a nightmare?Different dimensionsStuck in the twilight zoneIs this a black and white scene?If so, then I’m in the gray oneHope you win for best actor‘Cause I had you completely wrong
Does she know you’re not who you say you are?‘Cause I might give her a callOr was I just not me at all?
And it’s not like I’m still not over youIt’s so strange, this I never doNot that I miss you, I don’tSometimes, I just can’t believeYou happenedIt’s not like I’d ever change a thing‘Cause I’m right here where I’m meant to beNot that I’d call you, I won’tSometimes, I just can’t believeYou happened
Were we just mistaken?Disguised our intentions?Our nest was a masquerade (masquerade)Why do I still protect you? (Mm)Pretend these songs aren’t about you (songs aren’t about you)Hope this might be the last one‘Cause I’m not foolin’ anyone (I’m not)
Does she know you’re not who you say you are?‘Cause I might give her a callOr was I just not me at all?
And it’s not like I’m still not over youIt’s so strange, this I never doNot that I miss you, I don’tSometimes, I just can’t believeYou happenedIt’s not like I’d ever change a thing (not like I’d change a thing)‘Cause I’m right here where I’m meant to be (ah)Not that I’d call you (you), I won’tSometimes, I just can’t believe (I can’t believe you)You happened
(Not) it’s not (like) like (I’m) I’m over youIt’s so strange (I don’t miss you)Not that I miss you, I don’tSometimes, I just can’t believe (can’t believe)(You) you happened
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BigXthaPlug is quickly becoming country’s “favorite rapper,” and the rising star teamed up with Bailey Zimmerman for the ultimate cross-genre hit.
“I feel like for the past decade it’s been a lot of mumble rap. People not talking about nothing,” BigXthaPlug told Billboard of his musical inspirations. “I’m talking about something. A lot of the older people who love music, that’s what they grew up on — actual substance. Here’s this young dude that sound old, but he on these young-old beats. I literally mixed everything up so everybody could love it.”
Below, find the lyrics to BigXthaPlug’s “All the Way” featuring Bailey Zimmerman.
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Don’t let me down easy, if you’re gonna leave meBaby, go and leave me all the wayDon’t ask for all your things back, cussin’ out my name, yeahJust to go and take back what you sayBurn all the bridges, don’t ask forgivenessWalk away like I’m someone you hateDon’t let me down easy, if you’re gonna leave meBaby, go and leave me all the way
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Ayy, if it’s over, it’s over, so fuck itJust don’t act like my love wasn’t nothin’Like I wasn’t the one you was holdin’ at nightTellin’ all of your secrets and huggin’Guess you right, it’s too good to be trueWas a point all I needed was youBut shit, time after time, all this fussin’ and fightin’It’s time that you do what you doAnd it’s coolMama said it was fish in the sea, I got lost in the poolKnew it was comin’, I watched how you moveHow you turn your back on me and leave me to lose?Remember the text, all you said that you’d doSaid that you’d never leave, we would fight ’til it’s dueBut as it went on, I was fightin’ for youSeen the texts’ turn green, why the fuck it ain’t blue?Guess you done and I get itSaid you stayin’, you wanted my name and you leftSo I’m guessin’ that you never meant itSaid you’d try and hold on ’cause the love was so strongNow I’m standin’ alone this kitchenSingin’ sad songs, but I’m knowin’ that this shit don’t last longIf you leavin’, then leave ’cause your bags goneBut just know, you can never come back home
Don’t let me down easy, if you’re gonna leave meBaby, go and leave me all the wayDon’t ask for all your things back, cussin’ out my name, yeahJust to go and take back what you sayBurn all the bridges, don’t ask forgivenessWalk away like I’m someone you hateDon’t let me down easy, if you’re gonna leave meBaby, go and leave me all the way
Ayy, if you say that you done, ain’t no take backsSaid you fell out of love and I hate thatBut see me, I was stuck like a drugReally fiendin’ for love and somehow, I can’t shake backWhen you walked out that door, I was hurtin’All the dreams in my head, you was perfectYou remember the very first time that we chilledAnd I reached for your hand, where them nerves at?Time repairs and shit, that’s what it doIt be times I be sick, sittin’, thinkin’ ’bout youIt was death do us part ’til you gave me the bluesReally played my heart, left me lost and confusedThought this shit was fair game, but you made up the rulesOn my heart, left a scar and a bruiseHope that you can stand on all the shit that you did‘Cause I’m done, yeah, I’m finally through
Don’t let me down easy, if you’re gonna leave meBaby, go and leave me all the wayDon’t ask for all your things back, cussin’ out my name, yeahJust to go and take back what you sayBurn all the bridges, don’t ask forgivenessWalk away like I’m someone you hateDon’t let me down easy, if you’re gonna leave meBaby, go and leave me all the way
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Leon Thomas earned his first-ever Billboard Hot 100 entry with his sensual breakthrough hit, “Mutt.” The track peaked at No. 21 on the all-genre tally and received a viral remix from Chris Brown.
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“There [are] sides to me that I haven’t shown the world yet, so I’m spoon-feeding them,” Thomas told Billboard recently. “You need to hide the medicine in the candy. This deluxe is me stepping deeper into my purpose.”
Below, find the lyrics to Leon Thomas’ “Mutt,” as well as the lyrics to the Chris Brown remix.
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She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?”I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?”I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”I’m a dog, I’m a mutt
I can’t smoke on reggie, so pardon my bluntnessI see past pretty faces so I got trouble trusting
But I’ll let my guard down for youSaid I’ll put my guard down for youSaid I’ll be vulnerableSo you can break my heart if you want to
She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?”I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?”I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”I’m a dog, I’m a mutt
New crib, told her, “Come through,” it’s time to break it inThirty-two like my pants size ’cause them niggas tried breaking inNew condo, say your name at the frontYou can stay if you wantIt’s been one of those nights, one of those nights I ain’t had in a minuteIt’s been a minute, had to pop a shroom to recreate the feelingBut it’s never the same as the first time we did itFirst time we did it
But I’ll let my guard down for you (for you)Said I’ll put my guard down for youSaid I’ll be vulnerableSo you can break my heart if you want to
She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?”(Take your time, what’s the rush?)I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?” (The rush)I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”I’m a dog, I’m a mutt
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She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?” (Oh)I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?” OhI said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”I’m a dog, I’m a mutt
I can’t smoke on Reggie, so pardon my bluntnessI see past pretty faces, so I got trouble trusting
But I’ll let my guard down for youSaid I’ll put my guard down for youSaid I’ll be vulnerableSo you can break my heart if you want to
She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?”I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt” (hey)She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?” (Ooh)I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt” (yeah)I’m a dog, I’m a mutt (oh)
How can I take it easy, babe?With the way you do that thing I likeKeep on grabbin’ on my chainsYou’re comin’ home with me tonightBaby, I’m a different breedAnd not your typicalOh, I love it when you make me chaseMight just listen when you tell me stayThis ain’t no temporary feeling (temporary feeling)The way that body talkI’m lovin’ what I’m hearin’ (oh)You don’t gotta say anythingWe can take our time, what’s the rush?You can bring a friend, girl, I don’t judgeYou know I’m a freak, got me tryna eat it upShawty, I’m a trick, I’ll get you what you wantWith them other girls, ain’t no trustSaid I only let my guard down for youSo you can break my heart if you want to, girl
She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?” (Take your time, what’s the rush?)I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt” (I’m)She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?” (The rush, ooh)I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt” (ooh)I’m a dog, I’m a mutt (mutt, oh, oh)
Oh, yeahOoh, yeahOh
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Drake is entering the summer with yet another hit, the breezy “Nokia,” featured on his most recent album, $exy $ongs 4 U.
The project, released alongside PARTYNEXTDOOR, debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 back in February, and the ear worm “Nokia” has been steadily climbing the Hot 100 ever since. It currently sits at No. 3, posing a threat to Kendrick Lamar’s “Luther” dominance, which has held the top spot for seven consecutive weeks.
Below, find the full lyrics for Drake’s “Nokia.”
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Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that s—?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that s—?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that s—?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that s—?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who? Who?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who? Who?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Yeah, yeah)Who’s callin’ my phone? (OVO Sound, 2025)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that s—?)Who’s callin’ my phone?
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Is it Stacy? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Is it Becky? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Is it Keisha? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Is it Ellie? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Was it Dani? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Is it PARTY? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Where’s the function? (Where the f— the function?)Send the addy (where the f— the function?)
The way I feel right now, I feel like we need to be all aloneSo if you just playin’ around, you need to tell your girl, “Take your fine a– home,” and that’s realStop teasin’ me, yeah, what? Stop teasin’ meI could change your life so easilyI keep beggin’ you to stay, but you’re leavin’ meLeavin’ me, we got sticks in the club illegallyGot the whole six side, they believe in meWe got members east of the DVPWe got members west on 401We had a lock on the game, but it’s more to comeYou gotta pop that a– ’til the morning comeYou want shots for the girls? Then order some
Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that s—?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that s—?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who’s callin’ that s—?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who? Who?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who? Who?)Who’s callin’ my phone? (Who? Who?)Who’s callin’ my- (ayy)
Is it Stacy? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Is it Becky? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Is it Keisha? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Is it Ashley? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Was it Dani? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Is it PARTY? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)Where’s the function? (Where the f— the function?)Send the addy (where the f— the function?)
Baby girlBaby girlBaby girl
Baby girlLet me see you do your dance, let me see you twirlShakin’ a– in the club with your homegirlsTake a pic for the ‘Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeahIs that your bestie?I’ma ice both of y’all like GretzkyI’ma at you like bless meHit the dance floor, get nasty, impress meBaby girlLet me see you do your dance, let me see you twirlShakin’ a– in the club with your homegirlsTake a pic for the ‘Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeahIs that your bestie?I’ma ice both of y’all like GretzkyI’ma at you like bless meHit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me
Ayy, how many hoes in this club?Is it just me and you, my love?I don’t mean to call you no hoI just heard about the things that you do, my loveAnd you’re just like me, if it’s true, my love, ayyYou could see right through my love, ayyI see your waist shrunk, my love, ayyYou got some bass in the trunk, my love, damnHow many hoes in this club?Is it really just me, my love?You know my dad ‘nem pimpin’ for realYou ever been down to Memphis, Tennessee, my love? UhI ain’t sayin’ I agree, my loveI’m just tellin’ you the things that I seen, my loveI got drinks, jokes, sex, and cashThose are four things I can guarantee, my love, ayy
Baby girlLet me see you do your dance, let me see you twirlShakin’ a– in the club with your homegirlsTake a pic for the ‘Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeahIs that your bestie?I’ma ice both of y’all like GretzkyI’ma at you like bless meHit the dance floor, get nasty, impress meBaby girlLet me see you do your dance, let me see you twirlShakin’ a– in the club with your homegirlsTake a pic for the ‘Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeahIs that your bestie?I’ma ice both of y’all like GretzkyI’ma at you like bless meHit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me
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Lola Young may be “Messy,” but she’s been climbing the chart with her breakthrough, viral single.
“Messy” hit No. 1 on the U.K. Singles Chart, dethroning Gracie Abrams’ “That’s So True.” The track also peaked at No. 14 on the Billboard Hot 100.
“What I’m realizing about myself as an artist is that I’m not about the glitz and the glam — I don’t scream ‘Hollywood’,” the rising star previously told Billboard of her musical journey. “For a long time, I wanted to represent this ideal of Westernized beauty – but then I realized I’m not that. I now choose to give realness and truth. I’ve got a bit of a belly out, I f–cking swear a bunch and I have fun. And that’s what people are resonating with.”
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Below, find the lyrics to Lola Young’s “Messy.”
You know I’m impatientSo why would you leave me waiting outside the stationWhen it was like minus four degrees? And II get what you’re sayin’I just really don’t wanna hear it right nowCan you shut up for like once in your life?Listen to me, I took your nice words of adviceAbout how you think I’m gonna die, lucky if I turn thirty-threeOkay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimneyI’m not skinny and I pull a Britney every other weekBut cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
‘Cause I’m too messy, and then I’m too f—ing cleanYou told me, “Get a job”, then you ask where the hell I’ve beenAnd I’m too perfect ’til I open my big mouthI want to be me, is that not allowed?And I’m too clever and then I’m too f—ing dumbYou hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the monthAnd I’m too perfect ’til I show you that I’m notA thousand people I could be for you when you hate the f—ing lotYou hate the f—ing lotYou hate the f—ing lotYou hate, you hate
It’s taking you agesYou still don’t get the hint I’m not asking for pagesBut one text or two would be nice andPlease, don’t pull those facesWhen I’ve been out working my a– off all dayIt’s just one bottle of wine or two, but, heyYou can’t even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleepThen why you out getting stoned at four o’clockAnd then you come home to me?And don’t say hello ’cause I got high againAnd forgot to fold my clothes
‘Cause I’m too messy, and then I’m too f—ing cleanYou told me, “Get a job”, then you ask where the hell I’ve beenAnd I’m too perfect ’til I open my big mouthI want to be me, is that not allowed?And I’m too clever and then I’m too f—ing dumbYou hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the monthAnd I’m too perfect ’til I show you that I’m notA thousand people I could be for you when you hate the f—ing lotYou hate the f—ing lotYou hate the f—ing lot
Oh, and I’m too messy, and then I’m too f—ing cleanYou told me, “Get a job”, then you ask where the hell I’ve beenAnd I’m too perfect ’til I open my big mouthI want to be me, is that not allowed?And I’m too clever and then I’m too f—ing dumbYou hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the monthAnd I’m too perfect ’til I show you that I’m notA thousand people I could be for you when you hate the f—ing lotYou hate the f—ing lotYou hate the f—ing lotYou hate the f—ing lotYou hate the f—ng lot
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Tate McRae went viral on social media with yet another single, this time the whisper-filled “Sports Car.”
The song is featured on her recently released album, So Close to What, and peaked at No. 21 on the Billboard Hot 100 songs chart.
Below, find the lyrics to Tate McRae’s “Sports Car.”
(Illegal)(Illegal)
Hey, cute jeans (jeans)Take mine off me (me)Oh, golly gee (gee)I can’t take no more, I’m goin’ weak in my kneesWhere’d you put those keys?We can share one seat (seat)We can share one seat
In the alley, in the backIn the center of this roomWith the windows rolled downBoy, don’t make me chooseIn the alley, in the backIn the center of this roomWith the windows rolled downBoy, don’t make me choose
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I think you know what this isI think you wanna uhNo, you ain’t got no Mrs.I’ll bet you got a sports carWe can uh-uh in itWhile you drive it real farYeah, you know what this isYeah, you know what this is
Pretty blue streetlights (lights)And my hazel eyes (eyes)And if it feels right (right)We could go again like three, four timesSo my type (type)Got butterfliesSo good it hurts (hurts)Thinkin’ ’bout what we did before this verse
On the corner of my bedOh, and maybe on the beachYou could do it on your ownWhile you’re lookin’ at me
I think you know what this isI think you wanna uh (think you)No, you ain’t got no Mrs.I’ll bet you got a sports carWe can uh-uh in it (we can uh)While you drive it real farYeah, you know what this isYeah, you know what this isI think you know what this is (oh)I think you wanna uh (you wanna)No, you ain’t got no Mrs.I’ll bet you got a sports carWe can uh-uh in it (uh-uh, uh-uh, mm)While you drive it real farYeah, you know what this isYeah, you know what this is
Oh my guyYou don’t wanna waste my time (my time)Let’s go ride (let’s go)Let’s go ride (come on)Oh my guyYou don’t wanna waste my time (no)Let’s go rideLet’s go ride
I think you wanna, wanna (oh)Bet you got a sports car (oh)While you drive it real far(Ah) yeah, you know what this is
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WRITERSRyan Tedder, Julia Michaels, Grant Joseph Boutin, Tate McRae
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GELO was already climbing the charts with his breakthrough hit, “Tweaker,” but the song got even more of a boost thanks to a remix from none other than Lil Wayne.
That’s like hooping with [Michael] Jordan,” GELO told Billboard of working with Weezy. “He back on that Dedication type of sound. That boy was flowing.”
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Below, find the lyrics to GELO’s “Tweaker” remix with Lil Wayne.
(Glizock, pop your shit, boy)Watch over your shoulder, niggaShit get real out here, foolAh(KUNICA on the beat)
I might swerve, bend that corner, woahBitch, hold on tight ’cause I’ll tweak in this bitch, start lettin’ shit goAnd I heard that she wanna showMe who she be, I’m kinda fuckin’ with it, show me some moreBitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, the story wroteYou wanna tweak? Get up with me and I’ma show you how that goLike the money in my pockets, blowThey havin’ convos about me, these pussy niggas don’t know
Tell me what they talkin’ ’bout, I ain’t fuckin’ listenin’Let your thoughts run your mouth, but ain’t touchin’ dividendsNigga, I ain’t from the South, but kick it with my Memphis twinNigga, I can’t take a loss, I’m always goin’ for the win (for the win)I been geeked up in this booth, I got my blunt packed for the starterNigga, don’t be here actin’ new, they’ll put some holes all through your bodyI’m like “Oh, them hoes is cool, let ’em in if that shit water” (water)See a nigga actin’ bothered, got my green light to red dot ’em (red dot, red dot)If you spot me, ho, I’m sorry, I can’t take you, it get gnarly (get gnarly)Look like your nigga want smoke, well, we gon’ do this shit regardless (regardless)And I started from the bottom, just like you, but I was harder (way harder)I came up a fuckin’ soldier, nigga, shout out to my father (shout out my father)
Ah-ahHe made sure I’ll make it fartherAh-ah (ah-ah-ah-ah)My trust in God, Glocks, and dollars
I might swerve, bend that corner, woahBitch, hold on tight ’cause I’ll tweak in this bitch, start lettin’ shit goAnd I heard that she wanna showMe who she be, I’m kinda fuckin’ with it, show me some moreBitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, the story wroteYou wanna tweak? Get up with me and I’ma show you how that goLike the money in my pockets, blowThey havin’ convos about me, these pussy niggas don’t know
Wah, remix, babyI cross yo’ ass up like Jesus, babyYou know I reheat this, baby, then eat this, babyAnd I laced this bitch like Victoria Secrets, babyThis for the tweakers, baby, you see this, babyWheezy F., and the F is for features, babyI went from the bleachers, baby, to beaches, babyTo each his own, gotta own, I can’t lease it, babyI’m beastin’, baby, I feast like I’m obese and lazyAnd if they sleepin’ on a G.O.A.T., they countin’ sheep then, babyWeaklings, baby, they comin’ with that weak shit, babyYou know I cook a rapper ass like I eat shit, baby, hold upI’ma use your blood to paint the wall, dogI could make the art of war look like a Andy WarholMoney all out the pocket like Lamar, dogSonnin’ these niggas like LaVar Ball, Mula
I might swerve, bend that corner, woahBitch, hold on tight ’cause I’ll tweak in this bitch, start lettin’ shit goAnd I heard that she wanna showMe who she be, I’m kinda fuckin’ with it, show me some moreBitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, the story wroteYou wanna tweak? Get up with me and I’ma show you how that goLike the money in my pockets, blow, blowThey havin’ convos about me, these pussy niggas don’t know
Mula, babyYeah, stuntin’ like my daddyAll my sons killers, this is target practice, nigga, baowStuntin’ like my daddyBall ’til I fall, ball like the family, hold upAll my sons shootersBitch, this Young Mula, hold upAll my sons shootersBitch, this Young Mula, hold upStuntin’ like my daddy, stuntin’ like my daddyBall ’til I fall, ball like the family
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Doechii is continuing her breakthrough year with the virality of “Denial Is a River,” which appeared on her Grammy-winning album, Alligator Bites Never Heal.
The superstar delivered the hit as well as “Catfish” at the Feb. 2 Grammys ceremony in Los Angeles, where the song won best rap album. Doechii became only the third woman artist to ever take home the prestigious honor.
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Below, find the lyrics to Doechii’s “Denial Is a River.”
Hey, I thought it was all overWhat’s up, Doechii?Hey, girlYou know, it’s been a lil’ minute since you and I have had a chat?Has it really?Probably since, like, your last EP, Oh The Places You’ll GoOh, wow, it’s been a minute, yeah?I’ve been gettin’ some calls, people are a little bit worried about youNot worried, okayAnd I know that was kinda that outlet for you, soYou wereWhy don’t you just tell me what’s been goin’ on?Okay
Remember old dude from 2019?Nice clean nigga, did me dirtier than laundry (than laundry)Took a scroll through his IGJust to get a DM from his wifey? (What the fuck?)I was so confused, what should Doechii do?She didn’t know about me and I didn’t know ’bout SueI opened up the messages then had to hit the zoomTurns out the girl was really a dude? (Goddamn)Nigga think he slicked back ’til I slipped backGot my lick back, turned a nigga to a knick-knack (to a knick-knack)I moved on, dropped a couple of songsAnd then I went and got signed, that was 2021
Okay, I just feel like this is the perfect opportunityFor us to just take a second and kind of unpack what’s happened to youYou know, this guy cheated on you and-Mm, nah, (oh) fuck it
Platinum record this, viral record thatI’m makin’ so much money, I’m all over the ‘netI’m movin’ so fast, no time to processAnd no, I’m not in a gang, but I’m always on setWrist watch, drip drop, label want the TikToksNow I’m makin’ TikTok music, what the fuck?I need a cleanse, need a detoxBut we ain’t got time to stop, the charts needs us (and they do)Fast forward me, 2023I’m stackin’ lots of cheese and makin’ moneyMy grass is really green and
Honestly, I can’t even fucking cap no moreThis is a really dark time for meI’m goin’ through a lotBy a lot, you mean drugs?Um, I wouldn’t-Drugs?No, it’s a- (no?) it’s a natural plantNo, I’m not judgingI’m not an addictI’m just sayingI don’t think-You wanna talk about it?Uh
I mean, fuck, I like pills, I like drugsI like gettin’ moneyI like strippers, I like to fuckI like day drinkin’ and day parties in HollywoodI like doin’ Hollywood shit, snort it, probably wouldWhat can I say? The shit works, it feels goodAnd my self-worth’s at an all time lowAnd just when it couldn’t get worseMy ex crashed my place and destroyed all I ownedWhoopsie, made a oopsieOne hunnid thousand dollar “oops” made me loopyI ain’t a killer, but don’t push meDon’t wanna have to turn a nigga guts into soup beans
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaRurrOkay, Doechii, we don’t wanna revert back into (sorry) our old waysOkaySo, we’re gonna try a breathing exercise, okay?Alright, wordWhen I breathe, (okay) you breatheAlright? Let’s goUh, uh, uhUh, uh, ahUh, uh, uh, ahUh, uh, uh, uh, ahUh, uh, uh, uh, ahWoo-sah
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Lady Gaga continued the roll-out of her eighth studio album Mayhem with “Abracadabra,” as well as its cinematic, dance-focused music video.
The song — which was debuted during the 2025 Grammy Awards — hit No. 13 on the Billboard Hot 100 songs chart.
Below, find the lyrics to Lady Gaga’s “Abracadabra.”
Abracadabra, abracadabraAbracadabra, abracadabra
Pay the toll to the angelsDrawin’ circles in the cloudsKeep your mind on the distanceWhen the devil turns around
Hold me in your heart tonightIn the magic of the dark moonlightSave me from this empty fightIn the game of life
Like a poem said by a lady in redYou hear the last few words of your lifeWith a haunting dance, now you’re both in a tranceIt’s time to cast your spell on the night
“Abracadabra, amor-ooh-na-naAbracadabra, morta-ooh-ga-gaAbracadabra, abra-ooh-na-na”In her tongue she said, “Death or love tonight”
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Abracadabra, abracadabraAbracadabra, abracadabraFeel the beat under your feet, the floor’s on fireAbracadabra, abracadabra
Choose the road on the west sideAs the dust flies, watch it burnDon’t waste time on a feelin’Use your passion, no return
Hold me in your heart tonightIn the magic of the dark moonlightSave me from this empty fightIn the game of life
Like a poem said by a lady in redYou hear the last few words of your lifeWith a haunting dance, now you’re both in a tranceIt’s time to cast your spell on the night
“Abracadabra, amor-ooh-na-naAbracadabra, morta-ooh-ga-gaAbracadabra, abra-ooh-na-na”In her tongue she said, “Death or love tonight”
Abracadabra, abracadabraAbracadabra, abracadabraFeel the beat under your feet, the floor’s on fireAbracadabra, abracadabra
Phantom of the dance floor, come to meSing for me a sinful melodyAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ah
“Abracadabra, amor-ooh-na-naAbracadabra, morta-ooh-ga-gaAbracadabra, abra-ooh-na-na”In her tongue she said, “Death or love tonight”
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WRITERSHenry Walter, Andrew Wotman, Susan Ballion, Stefani Germanotta, John McGeoch, Peter Clarke, Steven BaileyPUBLISHERSLyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.