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Mark Ronson – Intro Lyrics

[Saigon] (Mark Ronson)
Oh Shit!
What?! This is a banger
Yo check this out
I be lord Saig’
I’m chillin’ with Mark Ronson
This is his first album
He got special guests and fly motherf*ckers
Do you know what? (what?) Yo Mark? (yeah) You need to set this shit up (alright) by your God. Damn. Self. (I got you Saig’ let’s do it)

[Mark Ronson]
One day I get a call on the phone, Silvia rung, she like my technique, saw me rockin’ them domes
She said here’s a half a mil make some hits of your own
First stop Kentucky where they got me real crunk

Back down to Charlin we wallin’
Ghostface and Trife the records all pausin’

West west for hooks make D-O double G say, ooh wee

Now we back up in the disco, I heat it up in the booth like Crisco,
Put your rollerskates on let your hips go

Couple days later sounds from Jamaica, show off with the track and he said I’ll take her!
Back down to J-A
International affair

Rollin rollin round, streets are spawned and most of Mark Ronson
It’s the M-O-P! We gotta Rollin rollin round
Brooklyn is in the building you got probl-
Freeway on the verse is a monster, but I needed a hug so I called Nikka Costa
I know you feelin’ my rosta
And my name got a buzz, so here come the fuzz

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Producer Rvssian Defends His Jamaican Card Amidst “Privilege” Criticisms

Producer Rvssian was forced to defend his Jamaican card while getting criticized for being “privilege.”

As the world continues to confront systemic prejudices in the wake of George Floyd’s death, one of our own has had ?to defend his love for his country and his people. Jamaican producer Rvssian says trolls and ‘Jamaicans hiding behind their phones’ moved him to address the fact that “Jamaican” is not skin color or a set story, and regardless of circumstance, we’re one nation. In a series of subtweets, the international hitmaker shut down the Twitter fingers, pointing at his privileged upbringing as an indication that his patriotic comments are insincere.

Undertones of classism and colorism are prevalent in Jamaica, where a common assumption is that those removed from stories of struggle do not have an authentic enough Jamaican experience or voice. It’s an interesting accusation considering Rvssian’s career started with heavy involvement in the local music industry, boasting various collaborations with the likes of Taurus Riley and the Teacha, Vybz Kartel.

Setting his sights further in recent times, the producer has advanced his career, landing hits like “Writing on the Wall” featuring Cardi B and “IDKW” featuring Young Thug, Swae Lee, and Shenseea. Even with the groundwork and recent wins, naysayers still set out to call out Rvssian in the comments, as ZJ Sparks neatly put it. “Did your ancestors build the nation? No. you are NOT a descendant of enslaved people who were wrongfully subjected to inhuman treatment yet still the country was built off of their backs. Now go and sit down,” one fan commented.

Others insisted his background is still worth mentioning in regard to his current success: “Privilege doesn’t mean you didn’t work hard. It’s not an attack on all the hard work you did. It simply means you’ve had it easier than other people. A lot of people have some form of privilege they were born with. It cant be prevented but it can be acknowledged.” The rest of the feedback was incredibly positive, urging him to ignore them, go harder at his craft, even citing the proverb, “If a cow born inna a pig pen is still a cow doe listen dem yah yardie.”

Another summed up Rvssian’s own sentiments with a similar reaction to those questioning the depth of his roots. “Jamaica is not just struggles and ghetto stories. It’s a lot more than that. Everybody did not come from the ghetto. Not all Jamaicans grew up around violence and dysfunction. So because my struggles ate different, my story is not worth being told?”

Rvssian leveled the naysayers with a few receipts, including a photo of himself at an inner-city kid’s treat, and left some lines ‘for the trolls behind them phone on the net’: “God bless y’all. I’ma work harder just for you – hopefully you will grow to hate less. Hate blocks blessings. No negative vibes here.”

Is Rvssian right, or do you think the critics have a point?

Born and raised in jamaica ?? my entire life. But a lot of Jamaicans on the net behind their phones like to act like they more Jamaican than me for what reason ? Motto. Out of many, One people. Don’t lose yourself. I love my country and people.

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 4, 2020

Big up mi mother and father – love you?? Uno grow me to not judge & badmind. pic.twitter.com/Pm7M2Eiqmw

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 5, 2020

When I’m in streets in Jamaica ?? it’s all love. I love the people. Never no hate. But the trolls behind them phone on the net. God bless y’all. I’ma work harder just for you – hopefully you will grow to hate less. Hate blocks blessings. No negative vibes here.

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 5, 2020

Tivoli Gardens kids treat #FreeTittyman pic.twitter.com/i4IE44yCbu

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 4, 2020

Dem a guh roast u today

— Zj Sparks – Discipline Is Freedom?? ? (@Sparkiebaby) June 4, 2020

Rvssian born uptown . The man story good . Him wasn’t a notnice . And never struggle or have to beg no man him just work hard at his craft yes but he had financial and family support and that big boy his fault but . So don’t come like the man start from nothing .kmt

— scrappa (@876skyazpromo) June 5, 2020

but he should acknowledge that his family name and complexion made things way easier for him…it will make him come across more genuine

— ? (@M_Sceptre) June 5, 2020

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Chris Brown – I Love Her Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
Baby, I know you gon’ blame me for every problem (na na no, yeah)
Know everybody got some skeletons in their closet (oh yeah, huh)
You’re always saying I don’t love you right? (I know you would, huh)
And now you looking for somebody that’s gon’ do you better
I know you fuck with bitches, hope they get you wetter
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hope you niggas get some bitches in Jamaica
Me no gon’ deal with fuck freaky, just paper
I know you better, when we all alone
Fuck a text message or a letter, bitch, we grown
Bein’ sneaky and fuckin’ with a lame nigga
Live your life, bet you, you won’t be the same nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
They say haters be in they feelings
I’ve been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go
‘Cause I see that you love different
My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go

[Chorus]
But I love, I love her, I love her, I can’t let it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love, I love her, I can’t let it go (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma do what I got to do, baby
But I love, I love, I love her, I can’t let her go

[Verse 2]
When I lick the pussy, don’t hear talkin’
I’m not gonna, I’m gon’ haffi find a way out
You want that boxer right now, get me vexed, turn the lights down
Don’t let these girls fuck your head up
I wanna lick it so you tell your bitches I did my thing
Even though you said you wouldn’t say nothin’
Tryna get your bitches away from me
Pour up a eight up, I just light some

[Pre-Chorus]
They say haters be in they feelings
I’ve been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go
‘Cause I see that you love different
My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go

[Chorus]
But I love, I love her, I love her, I can’t let it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love, I love her, I can’t let it go (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma do what I got to do, baby
But I love, I love, I love her, I can’t let her go

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Rick Ross – Tiptoe’n

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 1]
Flowers for the bitches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard so I fuck ’em all
I got Bally’s on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it’s the summertime
Ship my Bentley to Jamaica, "what the bumbaclot?"
My bitch dressed to the floor, that pussy Rastafari
Top shotta told me, "[? batty boy]"
Kidnapping charges, walk up in the with John Gotti’s lawyer
I’m tiptoe’n out the court, hope you don’t speak to me
Just respect a nigga name or die peacefully
I don’t fuck with sucka’ niggas, that’s the other side
And they still do B&E, that’s on my brotha side

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 2]
The bitches for the playas, guns for the goonies
I’m addicted to this way, I’m accustomed to movie
Cigars in the mornin’, lobsters and the omelette
Your vibe not the vibe if money not the topic
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hop in the 650
Got another young nigga gettin’ rich with me
I’m flossing just to floss, I hustle to the core
I said the biggest boss, I always wanted more
Real estate, you gotta’ see a nigga gates
[?],cell phones on his waist
You know the streets will come all hell up in the ‘fits
I went and got the stick, they said it’s hit or miss
I’m still fuckin’ bitches out the magazine
Better log-on young niggas havin’ things
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, nigga
I bumped into Carmelo in the Wraith, nigga

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 3]
Touch a couple dollars, time to pay your taxes
Keep another seven figures in a pissy mattress
Forbes list, five years, niggas started clappin’
Feds indicted half the city so I started rappin’
Her baby-daddy went to prison, shorty started strippin’
Then I got a pint of sirrup and we started sippin’
I pull up in a Wraith, them bitches saw the difference
Stop dissin’ pussy niggas, ain’t no competition
When you pull up to the crib you see the waterfalls
You would think that I produced TLC Waterfalls
Them boys was sellin’ crack while they was smokin’ speed
This only type of profit come from overseas

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

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Trippie Redd – Rack City-Love Scars 2 (feat. Foreverantipop & Chris King)

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ooh, ayy
14, 14, 14, babe yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd}
In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping, getting it by my ‘lone
Rocket got them pints for the low
Chris got the rocket, he gon’ blow
Murder what she wrote
We came through and took her soul
She want that dick then she get boned
Rack city blowing dope, bitch
She off the molly and the coke, bitch
You wan’ touch then you get poked, bitch
Run my hood like the pope pope, bitch

[Verse 2: FOREVER ANTi PoP]
They thought I was dead but I’m still alive
I just needed time to relax bitch
I just needed time, now I’m back bitch
The money coming faster than it ever did
Please play this at my funeral
If I die tomorrow tell my mama that I’m sorry for the life I chose
But this the life I chose
Mama I’m sorry
This is the life for me
Nobody loves me but me
Nobody loves me but me
I fucked my girl last week
Told her get on her knees
Then she sucked on my D
Then that bitch hit the streets, she ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Interlude: Trippie Redd & FOREVER ANTi PoP]
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Verse 3: Chris King]
I see more tombstones than the undertaker
And if we fuck now we can’t cuddle later
The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker
This MAC, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up
Brrat, I got the pounds and that ain’t from Jamaica
Smoke, this thing I’m shooting fuck up god’s creation
Ah, you the best, who am I replacing
Woah, oh that’s a vest? well it’s your mind I’m aimed at
Scars of love from warfare with automatics
Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic
Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver
Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her woah

[Outro: Trippie Redd]
In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping, getting it by my ‘lone

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Busta Rhymes – Girlfriend (feat. Tory Lanez & Vybz Kartel)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo this shit sound like
This shit sound like the welcome music when you just landed in Kingston, Jamaica on a private nigga!
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Mommy on the dance floor she shake for me
Okra , steam fish prepare for me
Introduce her to my mother in another country (Fuck no!)
Make sure you never test me
Two branch chop off
Boil up the sensi
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Selector dem a play tune and me a MC
Or nah! Or nah! a Or nah me say Or nah !
All a the gyal them weh a dance u need fi go slow
Yeah yeah
Mom inna me section she a undress for me
In case you don’t, everything bless for me, Yeah!
Boof Baaf! beat a little boy carefully Koof Kaaf!
Beg you to watch here for me
Shoot that!
Gyal pull down your brazier for me
A you that ?

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel]
Nicki Minaj booty squeeze it
Bet you say you love stew peas
Riri she have a fat coochie
Beyonce, big up Jay-Z
Ten gyal inna me Benz
Is a Sex-UV
Fuck pan the seat make the bedroom sleep
Plug in me matic fi go on the street
Look out the window, fucking police
Dawg oh no, who called the po-po that’s a no no
Me soon know who dweet
Loud with the weed me nuh care who see it
Busta which gyal that ? Who she ?
Babes ya forward ?

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

Verse 3: Tory Lanez

[]

Chorus (Busta Rhymes):
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
[]

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
You can’t tell me this shit don’t feel like vacation
This shit feel like vacation nigga!

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Island girls – Hood Celebrityy feat. Cardi B lyrics

Lyrics Hood Celebrityy – Island Girls

Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island giiirls
Guy, wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island giiirls.

No one can wind like my island girl
Act like a fly, that’s my island girl
Poppin’ champagne with my island girl
Come fly away to my island, girl.

Spanish gyal, me a dem freaky
Jamaicans, take ya man easy
Chinese gyals, they may talk to ta freely
Aye Hatian gyals, they may give it to you nasty
Trini giiirls, they love di body
Trini giiirls, they love to party
African giiirls, them all to party
African giiirls, them wan all di money
Whatever we do, tell nobody
Island giiirls like to have fun and party
Dress wit no panties
Gonna get a little bit nasty
Like right now
Like right now
Like right now
Like right now.

Island giiirls
Wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island giiirls
Island giiirls
Guy, wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island giiirls.

Island girl, island girl
Me a true Dominican girl, darling girl
My shi den kin a face up, bilingual
Watch me, no follow me
Rok, me no follow gyal
Me no
Me no
Me no, me no follow gyal
Watch dem a follow me
But me no follow gyal
Spill on the tip but me never give no time to chance it
Come to the coast to pay it my take
Gyal to expect us to ooh she can’t fix.

No one can wind like my island girl
Act like a fly, that’s my island girl
Poppin’ champagne with my island girl
Come fly away to my island, girl.

Time where?
Oh come air
Everything I got is all for you
Dem Haitian giiirls make me say ay, ay, ay
And you know it’s true
Oh yeah versuri-lyrics.info
All my island giiirls (all my island giiirls)
Yeah you know you run the world (you know you run the world)
The Caribbean giiirls (The Caribbean giiirls)
You know you run the world (you know you run the world)
Jamaica
Alize
Diana
Dominican
Got Cuba
Barbados
Antigua
Incinca.

Island giiirls
Wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island giiirls
Island giiirls
Guy, wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island giiirlsss.
Hood Celebrityy lyrics
Video girls

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Team rich – Meek Mill lyrics

Lyrics Meek Mill – Team rich

Yeah, mmmmhm, turn the beat up a lil’ beat
Yeah, it should never be one nigga that’s the head of the crew
‘Cause if that one nigga go to jail, fall, die or somethin’, everybody falls
We live by this s**t
If you got money, you fall, it gon’ catch you
When the whole team rich.

Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we go get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich.

Really want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit but it don’t mean s**t
Look at what Po did to Mitch, hit him up for thirteen bricks
Niggas ain’t loyal, these b*tches ain’t loyal so we never trust ’em
I lay with that chopper, I sleep with one eye open these niggas’ll touch ya
I go to sleep with that Mech on the dresser
S**t, I feel like Tony Montana
Pray we don’t go to the slammer
They just got here for a hammer
I’m ’bout to go to Atlanta ‘fore I go banana
Payin’ these lawyer fees, coppers follow me, watch me, recordin’ me
P***y niggas, they said, they extortin’ me
Put a price on my head, try to order me
I’m like, look what this money s**t doin’ to me
It can make us or break us
I never fake with the fakers
I’m gettin’ money, s**t, I got your b*tch in Jamaica
Dutty whinin’, rolling papers
Never minding for your favors
f*ck, it’s time we do it major
We’ve been grinding for a minute
Bust a hundred with my niggas
That’s the only way I’m living.

Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we go get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich.

You know I ride for my dawgs
It’s do or die for my dawgs
No switching sides on my dawgs
I done sold nickels and I done f*cked down with my dawgs
Nigga, it’s deep versuri-lyrics.info
We do not fall out for b*tches ’cause we done f*cked all of them b*tches
I’m alley-ooping these h**s, I get all my assists
You know I’m ball with my niggas
Time to get back on that trill s**t
Came in the game with some rare s**t
You came in the game with some bullshit
I turn it on when I wanna hit my kill switch
I make a mill’ quick, then I double up
I came from the bottom like a upper-cut
When the feds came, got the bubble-guts
S**t, I pray to god, it ain’t one of us
And I pray to god, I don’t f*ck this up
Bout to make a nigga get a hundred bricks
Passing, blowing s**t, probably blow this s**t
S**t, they said I can’t do a show and s**t
They ain’t notice it but I’m goin’ through it
I never show that s**t, I’m immune to it
I should kill these niggas, let my goons do it
I can smell the money, it coming soon to us.

Want the whole teaaam rich, want the whole teaaam rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole teaaam rich
See the whole teaaam rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole teaaam rich, want the whole teaaam rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole teaaam rich
See the whole teaaam rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we go get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team richhh.
Meek Mill lyrics
Video rich

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Hood Celebrityy – Island Girls (feat. Cardi B, Josh X & Young Chow)

[Intro: Young Chow]
KSR READY DOEE!
[Hook: Hood Celebrity]
Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island girls
Guy, wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island girls

[Refrain: Hood Celebrity]
No one can wind like my island girl
Act like a fly, that’s my island girl
Poppin’ champagne with my island girl
Come fly away to my island, girl

[Verse 1: Hood Celebrity]
Spanish gyal, me a dem freaky
Jamaicans, take ya man easy
Chinese gyals, they may talk to ta freely
Aye Hatian gyals, they may give it to you nasty
Trini girls, they love di body
Trini girls, they love to party
African girls, them all to party
African girls, them wan all di money
Whatever we do, tell nobody
Island girls like to have fun and party
Dress wit no panties
Gonna get a little bit nasty
Like right now
Like right now
Like right now
Like right now

[Hook: Hood Celebrity]
Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island girls
Guy, wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island girls

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Island girl, island girl
Me a true Dominican girl, darling girl
My shi den kin a face up, bilingual
Watch me, no follow me
Rok, me no follow gyal
Me no
Me no
Me no, me no follow gyal
Watch dem a follow me
But me no follow gyal
Spill on the tip but me never give no time to chance it
Come to the coast to pay it my take
Gyal to expect us to ooh she can’t fix

[Refrain: Hood Celebrity]
No one can wind like my island girl
Act like a fly, that’s my island girl
Poppin’ champagne with my island girl
Come fly away to my island, girl

[Bridge: Josh X & (Hood Celebrity)]
Time where?
Oh come air
Everything I got is all for you
Dem Haitian girls make me say ay, ay, ay
And you know it’s true
Oh yeah
All my island girls (all my island girls)
Yeah you know you run the world (you know you run the world)
The Caribbean girls (The Caribbean girls)
You know you run the world (you know you run the world)
Jamaica
Alize
Diana
Dominican
Got Cuba
Barbados
Antigua
Incinca

[Hook: Hood Celebrity]
Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island girls
Guy, wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island girls

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Meek Mill – Team Rich Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, mmm, turn the beat up a lil’ beat
Yeah, it should never be one nigga that’s the head of the crew
‘Cause if that one nigga go to jail, fall, die or somethin’, everybody falls
We live by this shit
If you got money, you fall, it gon’ catch you
When the whole team rich

[Chorus]
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich

[Verse 1]
Really want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit but it don’t mean shit
Look at what pop did to Mitch, he done move thirteen bricks
Niggas ain’t loyal, these bitches ain’t loyal so we never trust ’em
I lay with that chopper, I sleep with one eye open these niggas’ll touch ya
I go to sleep with that Mac on the dresser
Shit, I feel like Tony Montana
Pray we don’t go to the slammer
They just got here for a hammer
I ’bout to go to Atlanta before I go banana
Prayin’ these lawyer fees, coppers follow me, watch me, recordin’ me
Pussy niggas, they said, they ain’t started me
Put a price on my head, try to order me
I’m like, look what this money shit doin’ to me
It can make us or break us
I never fake with the fakers
I’m gettin’ money, shit, I got your bitch in Jamaica
Dirty whinin’, rolling papers
Never minding for your favours
Fuck, it’s time we do it major
We’ve been grinding for a minute
Bust a hundred with my niggas
That’s the only way I’m living

[Chorus]
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich

[Verse 2]
You know I ride for my dawgs
It’s always down for my dawgs
No switching sides on my dawgs
I done sold nickels and now they fuck [?] with my dawgs
Nigga, it’s deep
We do not fall out for bitches ’cause we done fucked all of them bitches
I’m alley-ooping these hoes, I get all my assistants
You know I’m ball with my niggas (Woo)
Time to get back on that trill shit
Came in the game with some real shit
You came in the game with some bullshit
I turn it on when I wanna hit my kill switch
I make a mill’ quick, then I double up
I came from the bottom like a upper-cut
When the feds came, got the bubble-guts
Shit, I pray to god, it ain’t one of us
I pray to god, I don’t fuck this up
But then make a nigga get a hundred bricks
Passing, blowing shit, probably blow this shit
Shit, they said I can’t do a show and shit
They ain’t know the shit that I’m goin’ through
I never show that shit, I’m immune to it
I should kill these niggas, let my goons do it
I can smell the money, it coming soon to us

[Chorus]
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich

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G Herbo – 4 Minutes of Hell Part 5 Lyrics

Yall know what the fuck this is
Yall know exactly what this is

My lil cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies
But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby
He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati
Everybody in the race, I’m tryna cop Bugatti’s
Lost my ?? a year, but ain’t nobody rob me
We’ll come shoot up the party, ain’t no Lodi Dodi
I got niggas calling my phone from the federales
Told me niggas breaking bad, ain’t sent him 20 dollars
I remember breaking bread with like 20 heads
Imagine me behind the walls for like 20 years
Feeling like I’m dead, I couldn’t even make my bed
I ain’t have no spread
Project still 10 toes bitch and only got 1 leg
Niggas only had 1 life to live, never got no bread
Can’t think back on his decisions now he ain’t got no head
Niggas don’t really be clapping that lead
Yeah, really be scared
My niggas gon’ hop out killing instead
Make sure you cover them dreads
You in the streets better cover your tracks
You can’t talk to that hoe when you going to bed
Wonder how you end up shot in the back
Same way she was for you, that hoe going again
Next thing you know that hoe going again
Yeah gone with the wind
Bitches don’t know when I’m calling again
Next week I’m all in her friends
.40 Glock all in my drawers again
To walk through the mall again
I made 50 songs, had to ball again
Bitch go leak em all again
I’m making songs like Future, I got a future
And I be up with the roosters
Fuck niggas really be losers, really be using
Thats why I’m dolo as usual
And that’s why I tote my own pole with the shooters
I can’t be in this shit snoozing
If a nigga ain’t shooting he ducking or running
And I can’t be in this shit choosing
I remember I used to just play with a 100
Then graduated to 2’s
I remember I used to just bag up them onions
Then graduated to moving
And really my life is a movie
Real diamonds and gold in my jewerly
If you think you gon’ make it, nigga come take it
It do not matter, got Uzi’s
Told my Jeweler to make it, 80 point bracelet
Now ain’t no wonder she naked
Told lil bro to get closer to knock off his face
Cuz we don’t get niggas mistaken

Yeah we fry niggas like bacon
We find niggas like Taken
I’m from 0-7-9
I’m dropping 5’s
And I’m still slamming the rake’s
Still grippin four nickels and S 550’s
This what ima slide on the jakes in
They can’t catch me cuz them squad cars basic
Me and foenem up in our cars racing
Ain’t no pulling over, so we in hot cars daily
And we ain’t instagraming shit, ain’t no haha Davis
I got the gun with the light and the laser
I live my life and the light is amazing
I used to lean on a lot of the lazy
I would just lay back literally lettin her lick me
She did it long like my lady
I think her name was Lindsey, Lala, Lisa, Laura
I’ll get with her later
But I know I’m gon get this to this paper
Yeah I gotta get to the guap
If I don’t ima get on a caper
Soon as I used to get on the block
Police tryna give a nigga the vapor
Why they thinkin I’m gettin niggas knocked off
I’m somewhere way out here in Jamaica
Now I’m gettin a nigga knocked right off the map
Cuz my paper major
Everyday of my life I talk to Cap
He said don’t go to no major
So I ain’t go to no major
Still get major paper
Ain’t got no events, we hit a 100 bands
I been fucking hoes that had another man
See 2 50’s on the weekend, that was running in
We still counting rolls, traveling for shows
30 in bulk, 20 and 30 a show
Ain’t’ fucking no dirty hoes
No I ain’t broke no more
My mama don’t live in the hood no more
I ain’t in the hood no more
I barely pop out in the hood no more
And the henny ain’t worth it no more
Nah I ain’t working no more
I ain’t tryna blow 30s no more
You can’t see me in person no more
I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more
Yeah, I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more
A lot of shit ain’t worth it no more
Can’t see me in person no more
Nah I ain’t working no more
Them lil disses ain’t working no more
You lil niggas ain’t worth it no more

G Herbo, back on my old shit man
You know I’m still on some new shit
You know I’m bossed up, embracing all my power
But I’m back on my old shit man, I don’t give a fuck
Bout none of that shit niggas talkin’ bout
We still on gangsta shit, we still seeing niggas
In public, in the club, smacking the shit out niggas
Hittin’ niggas with bottles, pistol-whipping niggas
All that gangsta shit, with all this ice on
All these VV’s on, Rollies on, all that nigga
We got 30’s on us, Glocks, FN’s, all that shit, you know
Still dropping 4 Minutes Of Hell on you fuck niggas
This part 5 right here, in case you didn’t know
You know what I’m saying, free all my niggas
R.I.P. my niggas man, I’m in the studio right now
Got my big bro in here, Sizzle, with me, top in here
You know, brazy, Big B’s, you know, G-Squeak
In this bitch, uh huh… for real, and we got more guns
Than us… for real, for real, for real, for real, for real….
Them bitches ain’t never touching Instagram
Nothin, none of that, never seeing Instagram
Snapchat, none of that silly ass shit you niggas
Doing, cuz we out here for real (bitch)…

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10cc – Dreadlock Holiday

I was walkin’ down the street
Concentratin’ on truckin’ right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other

I say
I don’t like cricket oh no
I love it
I don’t like cricket no no
I love it
Don’t you walk thru my words
You got to show some respect
Don’t you walk thru my words
‘Cause you ain’t heard me out yet

Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said I’ll give you one dollar
I said You’ve got to be jokin’ man
It was a present from me Mother
He said I like it I want it
I’ll take it off your hands
And you’ll be sorry you crossed me
You’d better understand that you’re alone
A long way from home

And I say
I don’t like reggae no no
I love it
I don’t like reggae oh no
I love it
Don’t you cramp me style
Don’t you queer me pitch
Don’t you walk thru my words
‘Cause you ain’t heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin’ pina colada
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something harder
She said I’ve got it you want it
My harvest is the best
And if you try it you’ll like it
And wallow in a dreadlock holiday

And I say
Don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her
Don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Don’t you walk through her words
You got to show some respect
Don’t you walk thru her words
‘Cause you ain’t heard her out yet

I don’t like cricket oh no
I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
I don’t like reggae oh no
I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
I don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her (Dreadlock holiday)

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ASAP Twelvyy – Castle Hell (12 Album)

[Intro]
Yo, yeah
Shit is real
Yeah

[Verse 1]
S’nothin’ greater
Than countin’ paper in front of haters that hated
They tried to cut off my cable
Couldn’t even watch the wire
Ain’t even see the Lakers
But a nigga see a kid meet his maker
Shit is like Jamaica with them shottas
If you playin’ with that paper
They’ll make you see the fire or
They’ll take you to the lake
Put your face up on the flyer ’cause I know that you ain’t make it
This is Castle Hell
City by the sea, the Devil’s favorite
I was raised up, up in building 8
(?),(?)
Dealt it raw, Seal your fate
Million more, (?) with my nigga Bill
You know that nigga ill

My YGs be on that gun until they die shit

[Verse 2]
The flight longer than the stay
My nights longer than my day
Shit, these Nikes on me got a ray
I’m a star myself

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Dizzee Rascal – I Ain’t Even Gonna Lie (Raskit Album)

[Hook]
If you wanna get by
You better not come shy
You can whinge and cry
Til’ your eyes get dry but it still won’t fly
They throw dirt on the sly
I ain’t even gotta try
And when they wanna know why
And they need a reply
I ain’t even gonna lie

[Verse 1]
I ain’t even gonna lie
I want a piece of the pie
They told me reach for the sky
I said each to their own if you wanna get high
Gonna get high on my own supply
I can’t rely on a guy
I don’t even wanna pry
And my pride’s at an all time high
Bare priors, an’ I’ll provide
Provide the vibe inside (inside)
And the vibe is wide
Worldwide, get down where the hell can I hide?
They can’t deny or divide the cypher
I’m so live I’m a survivor
Rough rider, east sider
Spit fire, saliva on ya
You know the runnins
Can’t be summin, I’m slummin
I done rolled through the slums in somethin’ stunnin’
Stunted once and the cops keep coming
What are you bunnin?
Flew to Jamaica
Tryin’ to have fun and get a little bit of sun in
Thugs at the entrance tryna get the gun in
Man are so wicked and cunning

[Hook]
If you wanna get by
You better not come shy
You can whinge and cry
Til your eyes get dry but it still won’t fly
They throw dirt on the sly
I ain’t even gotta try
And when they wanna know why
And they need a reply
I ain’t even gonna lie

[Refrain]
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
Why lie? I’m the guy
One finger in the sky
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
Top guy, I don’t beg no bly

[Verse 2]
Bookie
Stay on duty they can’t spook me
Salue they can’t mute me
And the beg friend ting don’t suit me
They can say what they want but they can’t uproot me
I’m en route in a coupe going loopy
And I’m in it for the booty
I said I’m in it for the loot, I ain’t talkin’ bout a groupie
Excuse me, cos I refuse to lose and these girls are choosy
Suzie got a little woosie had a little booze and a doobie
Movin’ unruly, had a little boogie
Suzie’s a little too boujee but she wants to move with the goonies
She don’t want a smoothie
Truthfully, she don’t wanna go to the movies
Wanna get a million views on her boobies
Oi
Don’t get lost in the sauce
Get caught off course
Of course I’ve mastered the force
Hop of the porch, I’m horseless off in a Porsche
I’m often soaring abroad
Boppin’ aboarder, lord of the world explorin’ the shore
Sure I’m a baller, all in boy in da corner
I don’t gotta warn ya

[Hook]
If you wanna get by
You better not come shy
You can whinge and cry
Til your eyes get dry but it still won’t fly
They throw dirt on the sly
I ain’t even gotta try
And when they wanna know why
And they need a reply
I ain’t even gonna lie

[Refrain]
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
Why lie? I’m the guy
One finger in the sky
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
Top guy, I don’t beg no bly

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Chronixx – Ghetto Paradise (Chronology Album)

[Intro]
You living the life in the ghetto paradise
You living that life in the ghetto paradise

[Verse 1]
Mi nuh know how mi survive the hardship weh in ya
Life never sweet like ah chocolate vanilla
Train line mi born mi nuh born inna villa
Likkle monkey watch how you ah talk to Gorilla
Cah, the government buy arms give the killer
Two party ah flex like a party dem inna
Accepting presents from foreign government
Weh still ah fool dem and a school dem and a khaki dem in
Good god of Moses and Rodney the Killer
Poor people fed up and we can’t sim simmer
Can hardly survive as a blasted singer
Much less a baller who is a rahtid winger
Have a right foot like a David Villa
Him mother still ah sell inna market
Jamrock is a precious stone still it’s far from a diamond, take it from I man

[Chorus]
Even though Jamaica nice
You gotta live to save your life
After the sunset comes the darkness of the night
Better open up your eyes
You’ve gotta read between the lines
Living in the ghetto paradise

[Verse 2]
Jamaica spiritually irie
Pretty and it nice
Still a ghetto paradise and mi nah apologise
It Slippery and it slidey
Di government ah lie
Dem trick we and dem buy we
Di chicken and di fries
Spend a little of your time
You giggle and you smile
But even if you try
You couldn’t live some ah we life
Riverton ah bun, di likkle pickney dem a cry
Di chubby bottle dem ah pile up on the river side
And den you talk how Jamaica sweet
Wah sweet you will rotten your teeth
And in the streets it nuh nice and easy
Shot a beat, ghetto youths can’t sleep
And then you talk how Jamaica nice
You say you living in a paradise
Poverty whistle like a Christmas breeze, yeah
You better take my foolish advice

[Chorus]
Even though Jamaica nice
You gotta live to save your life
After the sunset comes the darkness of the night
You better open up your eyes
And read between the lines
When you’re living in the ghetto paradise

[Bridge]
Survival
Only the fittest
Shall make it out of this jungle alive
Survival
Jah is my witness
The darkest hours of the night is just before daylight

[Chorus]
Even though Jamaica nice
You gotta live to save your life
After the sunset comes the darkness of the night
You better open up your eyes
Gotta read between the lines
When you’re living in the ghetto paradise

[Outro]
Living in the ghetto, ghetto paradise
Living in the ghetto, ghetto paradise
Living in the ghetto, ghetto paradise
Living in the ghetto, ghetto paradise

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Royce Da 5’9″ – Still Waiting (feat. Nick Grant & Elzhi) (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Chorus]
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you, you, you
Taking it back just like that

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
I’m still waiting on you niggas to inspire me
Lately, I’ve been feeling like retiring, UBSing
I take a pull from the Romeo y Julieta
Like if niggas ain’t leveling, hiring, UPSes
I’m challenging y’all niggas to move the needle
If not, fuck it, I made enough, it’s cool with me though
The quickest way to have your pimping in doubt
Is to let the hibachi chef throw a shrimp in yo’ mouth
That’s a flag like it’s crips in the house, fag like a dick in the spout
Past life itchin’ just to come out
All of y’all just be telling them lies
Most exciting thing y’all can do is jump out the closet yelling "Surprise!"
I’m a product of Funkadelic and Parliament
I blow the roof off and make all you chicks suck my doggy dick
I give you niggas a Mardi Gras full of martyrs to party with
It’s apparent, I slaughter you and your guardian
So tell your muscle I make a doctor open him up
And button him looking like a skeleton wearing a Cardigan
Now, who the fuck want it? Now of you who got the back of
Who the fuck want it, bro? I got the scolio
Y’all niggas be wanting too much dough, slow your roll
I don’t know how much I’ll loan ya, I’m not OVO
Woah, for those who try to live the rough life
Pistol through your clothes, slugs ripping through your cashmere
Give a nigga a buck 50 like I’m the cashier
Leave us left for the beef, resting in peace, you tough, right?
I’ll punch a nigga to Timbuktu
I got a drum, I’ll front a nigga ten bucks too
The outcome of playing big bank to little bank with me
Will prolly be a hundred thousand in ten bucks too
Uh, y’all lonely savage on the mollies acting like your life is violent
I’m catapulting bodies, catching ’em like a virus
Try to violate me, my ETA is a major scene
And it will be the day, it will be the GTA "wasted" screen

[Chorus]
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you, you, you
Taking it back just like that

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game’s ’bout who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy jewelry at these award shows
Was never rich, but dropping gems to poor souls
Tap a super model, she [?] in morse codes
Screaming with my head in her box, it ain’t a Vogue pose
God’s favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all flavors
If I made it, we all made it
‘Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck ’em
But I’m just me, I never claim to be the toughest
Ain’t gotta tell fake dope stories for you to love ’em
Blood rushing like when I rush in, it’s hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me crack baby
Tell ’em nothing changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I ain’t for the monkey shit
Shooters with banana clips, dumping ’em
Catching ’em slipping and peel ’em up at the family function and
Tell me who I’m up against, I run this shit
Nigga, the only thing could kill a legend is a double dish
Ride on ’em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya
You know I snuck the thing in this bitch just like a foreigner
Pay no mind, it’s no biggy, but shit I’m warning ya
The way I ball gon’ make a nigga corner ya
Tell the coroners "come", baby, there’s been a murder
Never was underrated, nigga, I’m unheard of
You outta line like you ain’t got a lotta drive
Fuck around and clash with some niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I’m a man with a lot of pride
Got my mama’s eyes
From the ghetto, I’m traumatized, where I lie confined
As I watch my demons ménage screaming "I’m alive"
Life is a freak, I put faith is this lady mama lie
I just sign on the dotted line
It’s for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta time

[Chorus]
Just like that, that, that, that
That

[Verse 3: ElZhi]
I’m poisonous pesticide, extra wide nostrils
Hostile infects aside, it’s the chainsaw massacre
Texas side in a Lexus fried doing donuts
As if I grabbed the coffee with it for breakfast
This shit I write it make you ball up your fist to fight and
Take off on a nigga, make him think he missed a flight
So you shouldn’t ignore me then, I can trade lines with Scorpion
Or pretend I’m not Kevorkian, just his dorky twin
And I ain’t got a lock when I’m sticking the door key in
Cause I got this in the bag like apartment 4B when
Jigga was a hustler who later wrote about it on the intro
To In My Lifetime, and you’s a customer
Not accustomed to how I’m on the cusp of greatness
And at the top of the food chain, I could hump the waitress and
How you do these dishes? I’m truly vicious
I know you wish my life sucked and Death blew me kisses
But I’m extra closer to the Testarossa
The best, supposed to make you sick to your stomach till you possess an ulcer
You know my reputation, who in yo’ camp wanna step to Jason?
A sick disease that cut into you like six degrees of separation
You’ll find it’s more lines in this rhyme than a brick of ki’s
That any crime unit would be quick to seize
From some high rollers who are thick as thieves
Who love the top dog and how he flick his fleas
And I could give you food for thought before fricassee’s
Or I can just rub you out like two crickets’ knees
They rather see me chatching murder charges
‘stead of Jamaica in the spot on my third massage
Living the life that’s in need of a narration
Give me the spotlight, you can keep the interrogation
At the sheriff station
And I swear if you tryna play the don
Think before you dive in murky waters with a megalodon

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Sean Paul – Temperature (Dutty Classics Collection Album)

The gal dem Schillaci…Sean da Paul
So me give it to…so me give to…so me give it to…to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty…
Baby girl…all my girls…all my girls…Sean da Paul sey…
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin’ you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I…
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom! Oh oh!
Make I see the gal them broke out on the floor from you
Don’t want no worthless performer
From you don’t want no man way can’t turn you on gal
Make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can’t tan pon it long…naw eat no yam…
No steam fish…nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna…
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin’ you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I…
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom! Oh oh!
Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out
But you no wasters cause gal you "Empress" out
And if you des out a me you fi test out,
Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress out…
Me hafta flaunt it because me God Bless out…
And girl if you want it you hafta confess out…
A no lie way we need set speed a fi test the mattress out..
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin’ you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I…
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom! Oh oh!
Gal don’t say me crazy now,
This Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava show..
Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaan like you a act shady yo…
Woman don’t play me know,
Cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo….
My lovin’ is the way to go…
My lovin’ is the way to go…
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin’ you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I…
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom! Oh oh!
When you roll with a player like me…
With a brotha like me girl there is no other
No need to talk it right here
Just park it right here keep it undercover
From me love how you fit inna you blouse
And you fat inna you jeans and mi want discover…
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin’ you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I…
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom! Oh oh!
Make I see the gal them broke out on the floor
From you don’t want no worthless performer
From you don’t want no man way can’t turn you on gal
Make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can’t tan pon it long…naw eat no yam…
No steam fish….nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna…

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Squidnice – Trap By My Lonely

[Intro]
Don’t you ever being scared business to me
You lookin’ at the toughest, rass’clat Jamaican in the United States of America
I run shit
I kill for nothing
I make lots of money and deal out the business
Don’t bring that shit to me again
Ya’ hear me?

[Chorus]
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy

[Verse 1]
I flex everyday of the week
White girls love the way that I speak
Ya’ll heard lil’ Xane on the beat
Fuck around wit’ niggas leave your brains on the street
Fuckin’ with me that’s a bad situation
Got no patience, turn you into a patient
Fuck your bitch, but don’t get crazy
It’s a man’s world stop actin’ like a lady
Who you know on IG with a thousands followers actin’ famous?
Who you know in the NYC with a flow too hot like Jamaica?
My time, no time, Warner Cable
Do the math nigga you should know your times tables
Got the raw papers, and the fronto leaf, rollin’ up paper
My teeth is golden , she got lil’ titties, she gon’ still show them, ayy
She wet like the ocean, pull out a Trojan, give her the motion, ayy
My pupils is bulgin’, grindin’ my teeth, my nigga I’m rollin’, ayy
But I’m a stoner, I’m gettin’ zooted, I’m leanin’ over, ayy

[Chorus]
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy

[Verse 2]
How ya act like you don’t like me, nigga?
But you gon’ act just like me, nigga?
You mad that your girlfriend like me, nigga?
And she like girls just like me, nigga
You don’t fuck with me, I dont fuck with you neither
Heating up the heater have him running like a cheetah
Fuck yo bitch, make an onomatopoeia
After that happen, I ain’t really wanna see her
Everything you can do, I can do better
Hotter then a sweater in the summertime weather
SquidNice make your boyfriend get jealous
I could be you but I’m way too clever
I don’t fuck with my pops, he don’t fuck with me neither
I’ma kill him when I’m see him, go 7:30 PM
Swear to god he a bitch nigga like Madea
Niggas can’t see me, John Cena
No you not like me, nigga
My life like a movie no Spike Lee, nigga
I am not a motherfuckin’ hypebeast, nigga
I TYB in a white tee, nigga
NYC niggas know where I be, nigga
Put the location on IG, nigga
If a nigga gon’ try find me, nigga
I’ma have his ass layin’ on the concrete, nigga

[Chorus]
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy

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The heart part 4 – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – The heart part 4

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.(the heart part 4)

Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel ’round the atlas in this spaceship
Candy-coated, my day shift’s
Been devoted to f*ckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals three-fourteen
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up, lampin’ in Jamaica versuri-lyrics.info
The clouds turnin’, my thoughts turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but..(the heart part 4)

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk-ass
And crush ya whole lil’ shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared little b*tch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, you lame
And when I get at you, homie
Don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh, I was just playin’, K-Dot
C’mon, you know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the f*ck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive!”
So damn great, motherf*cker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water, I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo’ cars, mo’ leers
Mo’ bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—f*ck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
You know what the risk is
Earthed in ditches, your body revertin’ to stiffness
The whole world gone mad
Bodies is addin’ up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, b*tches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump
Know how we feel, punk? Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was two O’s from a M, tryna be big as Em
Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You lookin’ at me in Chucks, I’m lookin’ at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playin’ rock-paper-scissors in court
A real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC, you see the flames
In my E-Y-E’s; it’s not a game
And the whole world is goin’ mad, daddy, it’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca on trial, tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the CO’s watch him
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they— (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirkin’
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, f*ck!)
So many verses, you live in denial (f*ck!)
So many verses, I never run out (What?)
You makin’ him nervous, the music is loud
Ho, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit yo’ punk ass down!
(Sit yo’ punk ass down!)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playin’ the back scenes (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as “That King”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get y’all shit together.(the heart part 4)

Let’s get it
Look, look
On foenemmm.
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KENDRICK LAMAR – The Heart Part 4 lyrics

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am the greatest rapper alive”
So damn great motherfucker I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach nigga
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy
Lee Baca, on trail tryin’ portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m fouled
They throwin’ me out, you throwin’ the towel
Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (that ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (what else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
My name is identified as “that king”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got till April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

Lets get it!
Look look, on foenem…

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Kendrick Lamar – The Heart Part 4

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 1]
30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 2]
My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you, homie, don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, "One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great, motherfucker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from a M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca, on trial tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (Sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as "that king"
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

[Outro]
Let’s get it!
Look look, on foenem

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Snow – Informer

[CHORUS:]
Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame
A licky boom-boom down
‘Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom

[CHORUS]

Bigger they are they think they have more power
There on the phone me say that on hour
Me for want to use it once and-a me call me lover
Lover who me callin’-a the one Tammy
And me love her in my heart down to my belly-a
Yes say Daddy Me Snow me I feel cool and deadly
Yes the one MC Shan and the one Daddy Snow
Together we-a love ’em(?) as a tornado

[CHORUS]

Listen to me ya better listen for me now
Listen to me ya better listen for me now
When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me are the article don
But the in an a-out (?) a dance an they say, "Where ya come from?"
People them say I come from Jamaica
But me born and raised in Etobicoke I want ya to know-a
Pure black people man thats all I man know
Yeah me shoes are-a tear up an-a my toes used to show-a
Where me-a born in-a the one Toronto

[CHORUS]

Come with a nice young lady
Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie
Everywhere me go me never lef’ her at all-ie
Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a
Roam between-a dancin’ in-a in-a nation-a
You never know say Daddy Me Snow me are the boom shakata
Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me-a go reachin’ out da top

[CHORUS]

Why would he? [repeat]

[MC Shan:]

Me sittin round cool with my jiggy jiggy girl
Police knock my door, lick up my pal
Rough me up and I cant do a thing
Pick up my line when my telephone ring
Take me to the station, black up my hands
Trail me down ’cause I’m hanging with the Snowman
What an I gonna do, I’m backed and I’m trapped
Smack me in my face, took all of my gap
They have no clues and they wanna get warmer
But Shan won’t turn informer

[CHORUS]

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Drake – Ice Melts (feat. Young Thug) (More Life Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Nigga, what you thought?
Slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah)
Jeffery

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Look, I want you to myself
But I know you just left someone else
I know you did, he did a number on you
That must be why you move so icy
Icy like 1017
Icy like there’s nobody who’d ever need
Better not give that all to anyone but me
Patient as could be, but

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Drake]
I wanna see you do more in this life if we takin’ it there
I want to see you do 911, fuck a Panamera
See you when I see the real thing
Gettin’ realer and realer, yeah, yeah, yeah
But you icy like 1017
Icy like there’s nobody you’ll ever need
Better not give that up
I’m here patient as can be, man

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Nigga, what you thought?
Slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah)
Jeffery
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah

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DRAKE – Ice Melts lyrics

Yeah…
Nigga, what you thought?
Strike, strike, strike!

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

I want you to myself
But I know you just left someone else
I know you did
He did a number on you
That must be why you move so icy
Icy like ten-seventeen
I see like there’s nobody who’d ever need
Better not give that all to anyone but me
Patience asking me
I just need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

I wanna see you do more and it’s life if we takin’ it there
I want to see you do 911, fuck a better man
See you when I see the real thing getting realer and realer
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But you icy like ten seventeen
Icy like there’s nobody you’ll ever need
Better not give that up
I’m here patient as can be, man
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

Ya man
There is a truth, flashbacks
This is your party (Ya man)
This is your party

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G Herbo – Reject (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]
Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, i8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

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Nadia Rose – Intro (Highly Flammable Album)

[Intro]
Hello? Can you hear me?
Nadia? Hello?
Hello, it’s your mummy
Hi, it’s mummy, can you hear me?
Yeah hi, Nadz
Bell me back bruh
This is your grandmother and your grandfather in Jamaica
Hi, I hope you’re okay, I’ve just seen your message, love you, call back, bye

[Verse 1]
Everything is fine, I’m well and I’m breathing
I’ve just been busy and this is the reason
Grafting hard, I ain’t getting no sleep in
My hair ain’t even done, shit, I look like The Weeknd
Shit, I’m looking a mess
But how can I look pretty knowing that you had to face death
I’ve been writing more and talking less
‘Til they’ve hardly heard me on the phone since my grandma’s death, I mean
Rest In Peace, you’re gone, but know you’re not forgotten
If they need me then I’m there, you know I’ve got ’em
Talking bars, you’re talking flows, you know I’ve got ’em
So for who, what, where and when will I be stopping?

[Outro]
I couldn’t stop even if I tried
This is me for life
I am Nadia Rose and this is the intro
Love you, bye

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G Herbo – Reject Lyrics

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]

Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, I8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

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T.I. – Black Man (feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara) (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin’ too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

[Verse 2: Rara]
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
Hangout the G like free Meek
Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
And you know it

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that you nervous? (damn)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Black man
Running from the law like Pac-Man
Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
Too many felonies on my jacket
All of my brothers turn to assassins
We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
Black man

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death here
The liquor we die, we just substances left here
First you put us in a small hood
And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
You doin’ wrong just to run shit
One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
With people who look similar to you and I
Cause he don’t wanna have a

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

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Injury Reserve – Keep On Slippin (feat. Vic Mensa) (Floss Album)

[Intro]
Lately I feel like I’ve been losing my mind
I’ve been losing my mind, mmmm
And every now and then I feel like I’m fine
I feel like I’m fine

[Bridge]
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
And then I start slipping
I keep on–

[Verse 1: Steppa Groggs]
I’m losing it, it really feels like I’m losing it
Sad thing is I ain’t doing nothing to improve the shit
Some days are better than others, feeling distant from my brothers
I almost lost control and choked my baby’s mother
But I checked myself, thank God I checked myself
Always helping others but I just can’t seem to help myself
I just can’t help myself, nothing to be concerned about
Listening to Amy I ain’t going either but we know how that turned out
Then the homie Josh OD’d, I’m thinking to myself that could’ve been me
Just turned 28 but my liver’s probably like 73
This ain’t the life for me, ain’t feeling like the man I’m supposed to be
Thought having kids would make you tame
I’ve been doing even mo’ just since my daughter came
My momma’s gonna hear this and feel so ashamed
So ashamed

[Hook: Ritchie with a T]
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
Can we restart?
Cuz things be hard
And we need our niggas
Yeah we need our niggas
(Vocalizing)
Keep keep on, yeah
K-k-keep on it
Cuz we need our niggas
So k-keep on niggas
Cuz we need our

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
Do you know what it feels like to be at war with yourself? I do
My mental issues going on and on, I feel like Badu
Can’t seem to shake this shit, I can’t even take this shit
Sometimes I fucking hate myself, I swear to God I hate this shit
I think I need a "Hitch" the way I ruin my relationships lately
We used to vacay in Jamaica, now ya makin’ me crazy
Fighting with my baby girl turn us to exes quick
Now we’ve been tryna break it back like the Exorcist
And I be stressing shit so much that this Effexor don’t work
I would switch the medicines, but I did Lexapro first
Feeling skeptical, sometimes I think my blessing’s a curse
The same depression made me anxious is what gave me this verse
But every time I think of making it work it gets worse

[Outro]
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping

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Nick Jonas – That’s What They All Say lyrics

Too broke to pay attention, got it for the low
So all I really have is a penny for your thoughts,
But I really wanna know, yeah, I really wanna know, oh
I’ve been on a mission, hazy from the smoke
Turning all these issues into solid gold
But I really wanna know, you saying we should let it go

That’s what they all say
So I don’t mind (So I don’t mind)
Yeah but they all come back in due time
But if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been getting mine
That’s what they all say
That’s what they all say

Got a one way ticket, searching for the show
Preach you’re on a mission, everywhere I go
But I really wanna know, yeah I really wanna know
Cause my feet are in the sand and I’m thinking ’bout snow
Tell me how is Pepsi really different than Coke?
Yeah I really wanna know, I really wanna know
(Don’t you?)

That’s what they all say
So I don’t mind (So I don’t mind)
Yeah but they all come back in due time
But if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been getting mine
That’s what they all say
That’s what they all say

I’ll be on a boat built for two, yeah
I’ll be on it waiting for you, oh
Nothing like Jamaica in June (ain’t nothing like it)
I’ll be right there waiting for you, no, no, no

That’s what they all say
So I don’t mind (So I don’t mind)
Yeah but they all come back in due time
But if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been getting mine
(Getting money)
That’s what they all say
That’s what they all say
(Listen, listen)
That’s what they all say
So I don’t mind (So I don’t mind)
Yeah but they all come back in due time
But if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been getting mine
(Hundred dolla bills)
That’s what they all say
That’s what they all say
(Stop)