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Check out the lyrics for the song “I Hate YoungBoy” by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Letra de la canción “Love Is Poison” de YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Confira a letra da música “I Am Who They Say I Am” de YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Découvrez les paroles de la chanson “Pour One” de YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Testo della canzone “Untouchable” di YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Nicki Minaj - WTF Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Nicki Minaj - WTF Lyrics Intro Ayo, Yetty, turn that shit up Ayy, Dom Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again Who the fuck these niggas is? Who the fuck these bitches? Huh, who the fuck these people are? Tell 'em that we can't kick it Post-Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again Ho inside they jeans, I'm too real I'm gon' get a nigga whacked behind these millions Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss-cross Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again The fuck they think they playing with? Bitch, I make millions I been planning on stacking bands till my ceiling Thinking 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start venting Need to call lil' brothеr Jay, he have bang outs with that glizzy Most thesе niggas claim 4KTrey ain't even fucking with me Most these niggas gon' die today, if they try, know they can't get me Who the fuck all these new faces around inside my business? I don't remember they face at all, they wasn't with me in the trenches I don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious They wasn't with me when I was hangin' out that car, this ain't realistic Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, something get spilled in it Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again Huh, I don't know who the fuck these niggas is Who the fuck these bitches? Huh, who the fuck these people are? Go tell 'em that we can't kick it Post-Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Nicki Minaj Ho inside they jeans, I'm too real I'ma get a nigga whacked behind these millions Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss-cross Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (Ayy, yo) Verse 2: Nicki Minaj Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the Queen (Queen) All them internet games turn boys to memes (Memes) Keep sleeping on the team, we gon' pause your dreams They want action, tell my niggas, "Cause a scene" Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, nigga, practice (Practice) You bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus (Cactus) I'm the one that they tread like tractors And still can't catch a break like fractures (Like fractures) I don't fuck with them, I'm too real Wanna be me, but just keep wishing (Keep wishing) All up on the star, ho, I pinky swear, no matter what, you ain't winning (Ain't winning) Chorus: Nicki Minaj Who the fuck is these bitches? Who the fuck these niggas is? Who the fuck these people are? Tell 'em that we can't kick it Read the full article

[thepsynok]

Album: Stay Dangerous Artist: YG Genre: #Rap ℹ️About The Album : Stay Dangerous is the third studio album by American rapper YG. It was released on August 3, 2018, by 4Hunnid Records and Def Jam Recordings. 💭Thoughts : The album is composed to a tight punch that wouldn’t stop giving, it’s good in so many ways that it’s bewildering. The beats are mastered so well, you’d think they were all around you. Enjoy the mix. 🍸Goes Best With : Crack open a bottle of rum and fry some chicken, cause you’d want to indulge yourself. Favourite Tracks: 10 Times, Bulletproof (feat. #Jay305), Handgun (feat. #AsapRocky), Too Cocky, Big Bank (feat. #2Chainz #BigSean #NickiMinaj), Power (feat. #TyDollaSign), 666 (#YoungBoyNeverBrokeAgain), Pussy Money Fame, Deeper Than Rap. Featured Track: Deeper Than Rap. #YG #StayDangerous #Rum #FriedChicken #Music #MusicReview #KANSASreviews #Musik_Co_ #TasteYourMusic #PsyNok #Psyn0k #FavouriteTracks https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnz2m-jSS-l/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jackalsinthekitchen]

pop report #3 (1/21/23)

only some of our stars are problematic, but all of them are a little upset

It’s a new reshuffle for our rotation of shadowy, spacey hits, many of them familiar company by now.

“Anti-Hero” leads the pack as usual, followed by “Kill Bill”, “Unholy”, “I’m Good (Blue)”, “Creepin”, “Die for You”, “Rich Flex”, “As It Was”, “Bad Habit”, and “Something in the Orange” – each one a good song of some sort, each one deliberately on the downbeat side. “Orange”, by Zach Bryan, is striking. The title metaphor (the vermillion of a new-dawn sun) feels overstated as it goes on. But Bryan wrenches the lyric out of his throat with such a gritty, wounded passion that you’re wrapped up in the drama of the scenario even as the author doesn’t lay it out detail for detail. It’s the only song of the ten that doesn’t happily submit to the prefab trends of our time. America’s top-selling songs sound fake and spectacular.

The superstars lingering in our charts share an underdog edge. SZA toils in the shadow of Rihanna and Beyoncé. SOS may not be her breakout among Black women making artful statements in a vague genre often pigeonholed as “R&B”. Not unlike her labelmate Kendrick Lamar, she’s boldly inventive, but doesn’t foreground her ethereality the way Solange, Janelle Monae or Charlotte Adigéry do. Her music is more street and soulful, but its edge is tempered; lyrically, melodically and sonically it prefers a suggestive path, its strength its insouciance.

Taylor Swift could buy Luxemborg, but I think she’s underrated too, as the nitpicky response to Midnights demonstrates. No pop star resembles Hillary Clinton more – her deficiencies are her caution, and the pushy sincerity with which she undermines her best ideas. I admire aspects of Midnights others can’t agree on. I think Jack Antonoff’s production is fun, its overall tone of luminous gloom offset by cute little sonic surprises in the arrangements. It’s been accused of sounding soullessly synthetic, but in fact the technology purposefully emulates cheapness. And  her choice to curse in nearly every song, while contrived (and as such weirdly enjoyable), has the same insufficient-progress impact as, say, a president voicing support for gay marriage in 2012.

You probably haven’t guessed that I’m running down Billboard’s Top 10 albums, because I didn’t tell you, but Metro Boomin’s album follows at #3. I’m not that familiar with his work, but he does have friends – John Legend, the ever-resilient Chris Brown, Travis Scott, Young Thug, the late Takeoff, A$AP Rocky, and Lakeith Stanfield, who starred in the trailer, to name seven. His music emanates an indigo mood, often darkly attractive in arrangement and tune. And the uniformly macho-minded contributors explore angles of their own angst that at times yield uniquely compelling results. Still, you can imagine falling asleep to this album, and the resulting dreams wouldn’t be very much fun.

I struggle with Drake, as I’ve said, because I’m just not convinced his instincts are sharp enough for great art. He makes perfect sense when he finds a terrific hook (“Best I Ever Had”) or groove (“Passionfruit”). But as befits a performer who made his name (well, real name) on the charmingly soapy Degrassi: the Next Generation, some of his public acts have felt not just forced but unselfaware. And when he tries to catapult off his commercial primacy into playing at swagger, you simply don’t believe him – you get annoyed. That the album is reported to be quite bitchy about the artists’ ex-girlfriends has kept from me from exploring it, but at the same time it’s a valid resistance for any listener to have. Judging from its tenacity on the charts, this doesn’t seem to be too widespread a problem.

It’s conceivable that a collective American fatigue, a weariness at having been roughed by current events, explains the evidently en vogue wave of tonally sullen and slightly ominous-sounding bangers. Bad Bunny has the aura of a Casanova-rapscallion hybrid, but like Post Malone, his music is luxuriously atmospheric (at least by the evidence of his most recent album, Un Verano Sin Ti). The pulse of his beats is dependable and insistent, but his tracks are never monotonous; they’re consistently playful even when moroseness perfumes the proceedings. My girlfriend says she admires Bad Bunny’s work because “he’s fuckin’ sexy and I love his voice”; she emphasizes, though, that songs from the last record hung around in her head more than these seem to, with an air of disappointment in her inflection.

If Drake is skirting the problematic with relative impunity, who knows what you call Morgan Wallen’s 105th week on the chart. His album, conveniently titled Dangerous: the Double Album, is still selling in the long wake of Wallen’s collision with the sort of controversy that permanently stains you. Taken for what it was*, without proselytizing, his offense seems even more unthinking and less racially targeted than Elvis Costello’s 1979 barstool faux-pas, for which EC is still living off the hook. But it’s hard not to see Wallen’s persistent sales as reflecting the wokeness-contrarian impulse coursing through society.

It doesn’t help that Wallen’s general vibe is smug and shallow; he prefers to plow past deeper emotions. Most country pop works the way disco works – the way it sounds is sometimes silly, but the tone and tempo can be enough of a kick to counteract that. But it rarely feels as commanding or texturally interesting as whatever Zach Bryan is up to. The very title of his album, American Heartbreak, reflects his interest in humanity’s ragged diversity. A more civilized-sounding Tyler Childers, Bryan elevates every lyric with his plaintive, shopworn delivery. But even if he sang as insincerely as Wallen, or as weakly as, say, Kris Kristofferson, you’d still instantly sense that those lyrics are worth returning to.

Another hip-hop artist whose vibe is generically masculine, Lil Baby favors producers similar to Metro Boomin, those inclined to mine the line between dreamy and dreary. Baby has a strangely captivating flow – tuneful, viscous and casual across the consonants. And while his lyrics don’t skimp on the usual hardnosed hustler act, that flow is full of feelings unsuffocated by his swagger. That said, there’s a repetitiveness to this music that starts to feel oppressive over 23 tracks, and it makes you wonder how much fun the artist is having.

By contrast, YoungBoy Never Broke Again (good name – manifest that shit) doesn’t want you to relax. His music is chaotic, assertive, taut with tension. These boisterous collages of sound are creative enough to stay riveting, even when the cumulative effect is claustrophobic or unpleasant. YB N B A raps, through a sizzling autotune, even more loosely and woundedly than Lil Baby. There’s almost always something interesting going on, and 19 songs in 39 minutes isn’t going to try anyone’s patience. But once again it’s a seemingly-not-so-lovable-guy unloading his problems line by line without repaying your attention with hooks.

T-Swift’s ex Harry ‘Will Never Go Out of’ Styles is another multimillionaire I’ll defend as awaiting some due. Savvy beams off his every move, and he’s turned himself into a true fashion icon. But I suspect that his reserved demeanor, plus the usual indulgent hate boy bands attract like bug zappers, has compelled certain people to assume there’s less behind those bedroom eyes than the sleek intelligence Harry’s House exhibits. Truly, he should not be allowed to wax about cinema without a set of notecards, but the pop he’s bringing these days isn’t exactly lacking scope and vision. Like the best directors, Harry is an earth angel fascinated by the sweet nuance of human behavior, and the thrill of trying to evoke it.

I’ve long appreciated that modern pop seems to have shaken off a certain kitschy artifice. The prevailing aural trends, forged in a world of limitless technology, favor heady and challenging atmospherics. Thus the corniest hits are at least pacifying, and the best profound and genuinely transportive. But evolved as the status quo feels, I’m feeling a hunger pang for the shock of the new – for a disorienting shake of the frame. Or, as with “Running Up That Hill”’s fluke success, a resurgence of the old in service of the same surprise.

*if I have it right, an inebriated Wallen casually refers to one of his (white) friends with the n-word

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See the lyrics for the song “Make No Sense” by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Consulta la letra de la canción “Outside Today” de YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Letra da música “Through The Storm” de YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Paroles de la chanson “You The One” de YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Testo della canzone “No Smoke” di YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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