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NRJ Summer Hits Only 2017
Disc 1
01. Swalla
02. Chocolat
03. That’s What I Like
04. Coeurdonnier
05. Light My Body Up
06. Fly
07. Ella a
08. Got a Little Drunk
09. Good Day
10. Looking for Peace
11. Mama
12. Pourquoi chérie
13. You Don’t Know Me
14. Never Let Me Go
15. All Around the World
16. Hunter
17. Au Cœur de moi
18. iSpy
19. OK
20. Mad World
21. Afro Trap Pt. 8 (Never)
22. It Ain’t Me
Disc 2
01. Castle on the Hill
02. Chained to the Rhythm
03. Despacito
04. Something Just Like This
05. Believer
06. Issues
07. Be Mine
08. D.A.O.W (Dance All Over the World)
09. Back for More
10. Avancer
11. There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back
12. Comme tous les soirs
13. Music Sounds Better with You
14. Loin
15. Run This Town
16. Elizabeth Taylor
17. Cold
18. Way Down We Go
19. Infinity
20. Skin
21. No Lie
22. Moi aimer toi
Disc 3
01. Comme moi
02. Run Up
03. Claro de Luna
04. Ciao adios
05. Peine & pitié
06. Lately
07. Quiero sexo (Mi amor)
08. Tied Up
09. La vie est belle
10. Call on Me
11. Blah Blah
12. I Don’t Mind
13. Comment je vais faire
14. Scared to Be Lonely
15. Intouchable
16. No Promises
17. Solo Dance
18. Pónteme
19. Paradise
20. Voodoo Song
21. I Feel It Coming
22. Marabout
Man, fuck
What's wrong Kyle?
Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad
Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, bro, look at life
Man, you're right
Mmm, you see, you see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, woah...
You see these trees man? You see this water?
I guess it is okay
Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man
Man you know what, y-you're right...
You damn right I'm right, I can't remember a time I was
god-damn wrong
Man, thanks, Lil Boat
Hey man, that's what I'm here for

I ain't been gettin' high
Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie
I know when you text me, girl, I don't always reply
Well you're not an angel either, you can't even fly (Yeah)
I noticed, you think that you know shit (Why you know?)
All this shade that's comin' at me, I wonder who throws it
(Throws it)
They can't see the vision, boy they must be out of focus
(Out of focus)
That's a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit
(Woo!)
Otay, pray them niggas go away (Go away)
Always hella clowns around, it look like Cirque Du Soleil (Soleil)
This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop,
it's gonna be a mothafuckin' snow day
Ayy, boy is good and he knows it (Yup),
he don't say it, he shows it (Yup)
I'm just like DeRozan (Yup), if I shoot it, it goes in
I'm in Cali just coastin' (Yup),
get 'em so wet they need coasters (Facts)
I got a selfie with Oprah (Facts), I just ain't never post it
And I'm in my happy place posted
I ain't frowned since '06, I ain't cried since '01
My pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though
Your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though
We gon' end on a high note
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I
She said she 21, I might have to ID that
All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack
I remember ridin' around the city in a Hatchback
Lookin' for a problem with my young goblins
I'ma send a model home with her neck throbbin'
I done made so much money that it's non-stoppin'
Got my brothers on my back like the last name
I remember tellin' everyone I couldn't be tamed
Woah, six months later, I had snapped and now I'm in the game
Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane
Went from "Can you take me here?" to screenin' out the lane
Went from "Damn, this nigga lame" to remember my name
So I remember all the people who ain't fucked with me
They went to college, now all them niggas is history
I upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth
Ridin' deep in the van, like we lookin' for a mystery (Raggy?)
So don't fuck with me
No, lately I been livin' like luxury
Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys
And on my mother's mother
I won't fuck a bitch without a damn rubber
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I