Somethin', somethin', somethin' new (oh) It's always somethin' new (ooh) Uh, it's somethin' 'bout a young nigga steeze Some' 'bout the way the braids on this young nigga breeze Everybody drunk, feelin' numb in the knees Girls want to have fun, have fun with a G When I thought I told you freaks Please move back, give me room please Nutty broke girls made me sneeze (La Flame) Diamonds dancin' like the double dribble Ooh, they love when La Flame turn five-hundred degrees You might need a psychologist, Mo City fle-fle-flexologist (straight up) Pornographic, shootin' on Metropolis Double-dippin', hope that's not your bitch (not your bitch) Damn, these damn Atlanta hoes got me on the pill Yeah, yeah, they down for the thrill (thrill, dope) Lord, I swear it's so cold at the top, yeah, for reals May La Flame live forever for real, yeah, yeah, yeah, for real Somethin', somethin', somethin' new (oh) It's always somethin' new (ooh) Oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Run back them summers I caught through the night I done dirtied the Sprite, I done crushed up the ice (yeah) Who knew LaFlame make it bigger than life? On the come up, I had to find faith through the lights (it's lit) To book me, they gotta go bigger the price Rock a kilo of gold just to dip it in ice (no) I got kids at my shows, know they with me for life Look at the numbers, been killin' the mic' (been killin') Yeah, I been killin' the mic' Just left the Grove, hit the links up with Mike Engulfin', I'm puttin' my grease to this pipe Me and these niggas ain't nothin' alike I got bitches for every single one of my type I got whips for every single one of these nights Becomin' a presi, you veto advice No gettin' Lewinsky, no rollin' the dice (woo) Show me somethin' new, somethin' new

This beat is insane...

GOATED. Could you share the stems mate?

OMG TYSM FOR MAKING AN INSTRUMENTAL ONE TYYYYYYY🎉❤❤❤

Look at you, look at you, look at you Oh, they got you stayin' when them rooms got the lock on the minibar, uh You gotta get out here, baby You gotta get out here, baby She wanna live this lifestyle She wanna live this lifestyle She wanna live this lifestyle She said she ready to go She said she, she said she, she said she ready And I start talkin' dirty like I'm Nelly Give me my lip service like the celly Codeine and cocaine, that's lips tatted when it's Kelly Ice up in my veins, old flames tryna melt me I twist my Taylor spliffs tight at the end like Travis Kelce Got that BBL, then you put on a couple lbs BBWs been tryna eat me like I'm healthy She say she wanna live this lifestyle This life's a bitch, I make her love her like she dyked out Oh, right now, you act like you 'bout that life now Just hope your pussy lips give your pussy a nice smile Ice on, the money long, wan' pay my lifelong But if it ain't, it's all gravy like the rice gone She sittin' on this D like you sittin' on your iPhone And I'll beat it up to this song like this the fight song Ooh, child, she want Tunechi, she want Tune' child But cool down, I'm too classy for them schoolgrounds Fast life, fast lane, check the gas like You can't have your cake and eat it too, and I'm the last slice She wanna live this lifestyle She wanna live this lifestyle She wanna live this lifestyle She said she ready to go She ready, she ready, she ready She ready, she ready, she ready, yeah She say she ready to go Ooh, import that SLS Miami She got them cheeks on, I'ma tap it all This gon' be your theme song We could take our time, baby We won't be long, oh So forgive me if I cop a little Got so much ice around my neck, look like a chandelier She want a nigga that gon' buy her the bag Lookin' for a lil' baby that gon' know how to act Remember at that rooftop when I seen you in that black bikini? Looked to the city, you had never been in a Lamborghini I'm 'bout to circle back, and it won't be too long She always gon' choose me 'cause I know what she want She wanna live this lifestyle (yeah) She wanna live this lifestyle (ooh) She wanna live this lifestyle (oh, yeah) She said she ready to go She ready, she ready (oh, yeah), she ready She ready, she ready (oh, ooh), she ready, yeah She say she ready to go Neighbors know this shit get out of hand, but they smile 'Cause you been so long without a man And it won't be And it won't be long 'til you're out of bands (You better buy me those fuckin' shoes) (ew) The only thing you really need is a husband The only thing you really need is a husband The only thought you ever need is, "I trust him" All your dreams, all your goals It's promised with this ring I have in my hands The main thing a nigga got is these plans Got a plan for us, got a plan to grow Got a plan for homes, got a plan for bad times Got a plan for good times, got a plan for hood times Got a plan for hood crimes, got a plan for trust Got a plan for lust Got a plan for Beverly Hills You kn-, you know that's where they at (uh-uh-uh) You know that's where they at Got a plan for Beverly Hills You know that's where they at I don't really wanna go back to that If I do, I know I'm going back to back Breakin' backs and bags, imagine that That's the half of this So I handle that All you really need is a husband Show you love and let him touch you Let him rub you, let him hug you Let him thug you, let him hold you down Ooh, ooh, ooh Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm All you need is a husband Who gon' touch you, who gon' rub you Who gon' hug you, who gon' kiss you Who gon' miss you with no issue With no issue, ain't no issue Ain't no issue

Can you do time moving slow

Ia?

this shit is so fire

Can you do the love love love beat?

yah 808 and heartbreak

[Chorus: Lana Del Rey] Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude Like a .38 made out of brass Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass Life's gonna do what it does Sure as the good Lord's up above I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough Tough Tough [Verse 1: Quavo, Quavo & Lana Del Rey] Come on, take a ride with me Like the 808s beatin' in the trunk in Atlanta, it was tough It was kinda hard for me Crawlin' through the mud, I couldn't find love, then we came up Look at what we are, baby Standin' through the storm, still shinin' like a diamond in the rough Still shinin', and that's hard If you ever lost someonе that you love [Pre-Chorus: Quavo] Through the pain, gotta show 'em, givе 'em light Still family if you're wrong or you're right No matter, we together It's not somethin' that you wanna do, it's just somethin' you goin' through [Chorus: Quavo & Lana Del Rey, Quavo, Lana Del Rey] Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude Like a .38 made out of brass Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass (Grandpa's glass) Life's gonna do what it does (Ooh) Sure as the good Lord's up above I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough (Shine, shine) Tough Hard [Verse 2: Lana Del Rey, Quavo, Lana Del Rey & Quavo] Tell me how it's hard for you Like the nickel-wound strings on your good old Gibson guitar Tell me what it feel like Like the smoke in the drawl of your "Y'all" and the way you talk slow Oh yeah, yeah Like the songs that your mama sang to you And the way that it makes you tell the truth If you come from where you come, then you were born tough [Bridge: Lana Del Rey & Quavo] Here, say where you come from It's not what you wanna do, it's what you're gonna do Now, it's no place to run If that's what you're gonna do, what am I gonna do? (Tough) [Chorus: Quavo & Lana Del Rey, Quavo, Lana Del Rey] Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude (Yeah, yeah) Like a .38 made out of brass Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass (Grandpa's glass) Life's gonna do what it does (Ooh) Sure as the good Lord's up above I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough (Shine, shine) Tough [Outro: Quavo & Lana Del Rey] You wanna come to the Nawf? (Mm-hm) I'll show you around That's why I said, "Come take a ride with me" When? Whenever, whenever you ready Call on me, brr I'll give it back when I get there Aight, that's a bet

perfect wow.

Damn I was just looking for this masterpiece 😢😊

is there the updated version where the duck sound's quieter

Thanks so much!

this song just makes me hope hes okay. #SaveYe

3:00

Yeah Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead She dead now, shit over (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Oh, yeah, yeah Yeah [Chorus: Future] Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead) None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead) Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead) I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead) I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead) [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk] Ooh, yeah My new bitch a whole mood, yeah The top floor nice, I'ma move here Fucked all her friends, she got two left Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef' I'm a dog, I DM my ex She rockin' clothes from five days ago It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat (Brr) [Verse 2: Lil Durk & Future] Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my bitch understand (Dead, dead, dead) I put the switch on a ten (Dead) This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (Dead, dead) Bitch, get your feet out the bed (Dead, dead) I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin' I know a killer who forcin' my hand Paid him in cash Six carat earrings, won't hear what you sayin' Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (Dead, dead) Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead) Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (Dead, dead) Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (Dead, dead) Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (Dead, dead) Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (Dead, dead) Fuck while she sore, she pee in the bed (Dead, dead) Her faja be liftin', I fuck her again (Dead, dead) Went on my live and I upped a mill' Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real? Butterfly nervous, put her on Chanel Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel I took a pic with a switch in the mirror Chorus: Future] Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead) None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead) Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead) I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead) I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead) [Verse 3: Future] But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim They still goin' ham, yeah, yeah Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em Ain't with the fraud and I ain't with the scams Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam' Aim with no cap, but I ride with the brims Custom interior, came with the him Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym [Verse 4: Kanye West] Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty? Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey You don't need to work, girl, you too pretty You the reason why your friends bought new titties You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me How you ain't got no business, but you too busy? 'Fore your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty All I ever wanted was you to be true with me House up in the hills like Drew, with me Same house back in school that you drew with me We both make mistakes, but is you with me? You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me

did you make this bro?

YEISIAUTO

Bro the start got me levitating then the rest makes me angry

Refrain: Future, Future & Ty Dolla $ign] She said she leavin' her boyfriend She wanna meet me at a Ritz-Carlton She lookin' pretty, she lookin' gorgeous We makin' love, but we heartless [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] She want ass-shots (Shots) Give her face-shots (Face) Back of the Maybach ('Bach) Your ho get slayed, yeah Tryna get saved, yeah Who am I to hate? Yeah (Yeah, yeah) I just wanna get paid Give my ho a brea-a-a-a-ak Joe Jonas “Work It Out” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Chorus: Future] I do gravity above the stars, I'm goin' to Mars when I float Can't be trippin' off that money, baby, let a nigga go Gotta get usеd to this type of service, travеlin' through the back door I just put a bitch on, bought another nigga ho [Verse 2: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign] I just put your bitch on another bitch and hit 'em both All a sudden, he a friend when I send that bitch a toast When she want attention, she disguise it as a post I forgot to mention, she was mine before she yours She gon' need the coochie like she cake (Cake) All we do is fuck, we don't go on dates I know some young throat G.O.A.T.s in L.A. (Suck, suck, suck) She just wanna pop a pill and go to space (Ayy) [Chorus: Future] I do gravity above the stars, I'm goin' to Mars when I float Can't be trippin' off that money, baby, let a nigga go Gotta get used to this type of service, travelin' through the back door I just put a bitch on, bought another nigga ho [Bridge: Kanye West] When you bring your thot friends, you let everybody know When you seened your not friends, you let everybody go Baby girl, hop in, we goin' everywhere but broke Like we always do it this- [Verse 3: Future & Ty Dolla $ign] She gon' eat the coochie for promotion Knock that thing loosely, now she woke I just kick the cookie out the dough I'm in all Coogi, it ain't my fault She gon' eat the coochie for promotion Knock that thing loosely, now she woke I just kick the cookie out the dough I'm in all I'm in all Coogi, it ain't my fault [Refrain: Future & Ty Dolla $ign] She said she leavin' her boyfriend She wanna meet me at a Ritz-Carlton She lookin' pretty, she lookin' gorgeous (Gorgeous) We makin' love, but we heartless [Outro: Kanye West] Like we always do Like, like we always Like, like we always do it this time Like we always do, uh Like we always Like we always do it this Like we always Like, like we always Like we always do it this

The only good thing about the beat is her voice bro…

W beat

Thank you this is perfect 🎶🗣️

I really like the instrumental. Just wish it was different

spider verse ah beat

the drums are great but the rest of the beat is so annoying

🔥🔥🔥

oh god

lanas voice really carries most of her songs. im on a marathon of listening to the instrumentals

best version thank you G

i need this song in soundcloud

Chorus: Lana Del Rey] Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude Like a .38 made out of brass Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass Life's gonna do what it does Sure as the good Lord's up above I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough Tough Tough Seventeen 'Last Night' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 1: Quavo, Quavo & Lana Del Rey] Come on, take a ride with me Like the 808s beatin' in the trunk in Atlanta, it was tough It was kinda hard for me Crawlin' through the mud, I couldn't find love, then we came up Look at what we are, baby Standin' through the storm, still shinin' like a diamond in the rough Still shinin', and that's hard If you ever lost someonе that you love [Pre-Chorus: Quavo] Through the pain, gotta show 'em, givе 'em light Still family if you're wrong or you're right No matter, we together It's not somethin' that you wanna do, it's just somethin' you goin' through [Chorus: Quavo & Lana Del Rey, Quavo, Lana Del Rey] Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude Like a .38 made out of brass Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass (Grandpa's glass) Life's gonna do what it does (Ooh) Sure as the good Lord's up above I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough (Shine, shine)

00:49

SO GOOD

Sheeesh my man

Thank you for this.

one of kanyes best beat in the vultures era

Anyone know the piano sample?

this song is perfect for a rainy day

Shits lowkey hard❤

YES FINALLY!!! IVE BEEN WAITJNG FOR SOMEONE TO DROP THE INSTUMENTAL

did you mute the yell?

crazy beat