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Jordan jails two senior figures convicted of plotting coup

The case came as a shock to the kingdom, for decades one of the region’s more stable countries.

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Jordan tries ex-royal adviser and minor royal over alleged coup plot

An ex-royal court chief and a minor royal deny plotting to destabilise the kingdom, a lawyer says.

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Jordan royal family pictured together following ‘royal rift’

They appear in public a week after Prince Hamzah was accused of plotting to destabilise the kingdom.

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Jordan crisis: How Prince Hamzah and Saudi Arabia fit in

Saudi officials categorically deny suggestions their country had any role in an alleged coup attempt.

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Bankroll Freddie – Dope Talk Lyrics (feat. 2 Chainz & Young Scooter)

[Intro: Bankroll Freddie]
(Ayy, Heavy, turn that beat up, though)
Woo
Yeah
Bankroll
(TK, this money right here)
Dope boy

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Ayy, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
Nigga, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
I was middle manning bricks (Woo, woo), ayy, trying to get that dope off (Yeah)
Ayy, nigga, what that dope cost? (What it cost?)
I can get that dope off (Yeah)
Nigga, this a dope house (Huh?)
I come from a dope house (Huh?)
Smokers cleaning up the spot, they trying to get some dope now (They want that, right)
Daddy hypnotized me when he let me count that choke now (Ayy, count that up)
One foot in the game, one in the trap, I need a rope now (I’m stuck up in the trap)
And I can whip it, let it dry, and bag it, it’s gon’ float now (Right now)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
Nigga, ain’t no secret, they know Bankroll, he a dope boy (Dope boy)
I got rich off grams (Woo), but I had a plug up on that coke, boy (For real)
If you get caught, all I say is, “Bruh, don’t drop that soap, boy” (Don’t drop that soap)
And never rat on a nigga, them traits of a ho, boy (p*ssy)
Nigga, why you get up in the streets, ain’t keep it solid? (Damn)
You know what you getting into before you caught that body (Pew, pew, pew)
I’ve been getting money since ’09, ayy, boy, it’s a hobby (For real)
Bricks the color Lindsey Lohan and Miley Cyrus (That white girl)
Trap been going off every since Coronavirus
They say I dress my ass off, I’m talking thousand island (Ranch dressing)
And every other week, I profit good, sixty thousand (Sixty racks)
And I ain’t spent a rap check yet, this shit been piling (Pile it up)

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie & 2 Chainz]
Ayy, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
Nigga, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
I was middle manning bricks (Woo, woo), ayy, trying to get that dope off (Yeah)
Ayy, nigga, what that dope cost? (What it cost?)
I can get that dope off (Yeah)
Nigga, this a dope house (Huh?)
I come from a dope house (Huh?)
Smokers cleaning up the spot, they trying to get some dope now (They want that, right)
Daddy hypnotized me when he let me count that choke now (Ayy, count that up)
One foot in the game, one in the trap, I need a rope now (I’m stuck up in the trap)
And I can whip it, let it dry, and bag it, it’s gon’ float now (Right now, Tony)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Bag it up and sell it (Sell it)
I’m a two-time felon (Felon)
Don’t get ahead of yourself, you might get beheaded (Brrt)
Your mama want some credit (Credit)
Head ain’t good, then I’ll forget it
And straight up out the slumpers, I proceed to wear some gaiter (Gaiters)
Ooh, wear my chain in layers, you know my roommate was some scales (Scales)

And the dope so good, I know it’s gon’ increase my sales (My sales, woo)
Pounds in my car right now and pounds in the mail (Pounds)
Last night, I had a dream like Dr. King, I found a bale (Bale)
So much money, I need a money counter and I need a chair (Chair)
I’ma be here for a couple hours, life ain’t really fair (Uh-uh)
Sell a little bag in front of Jordan tower, I ain’t really care (I’m trapping)
Fifty-five for the O now, right up on the left (Woo)

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie & Young Scooter]
Ayy, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
Nigga, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
I was middle manning bricks (Woo, woo), ayy, trying to get that dope off (Yeah)
Ayy, nigga, what that dope cost? (What it cost?)
I can get that dope off (Yeah)
Nigga, this a dope house (Huh?)
I come from a dope house (Huh?)
Smokers cleaning up the spot, they trying to get some dope now (They want that, right)
Daddy hypnotized me when he let me count that choke now (Ayy, count that up)
One foot in the game, one in the trap, I need a rope now (I’m stuck up in the trap)
And I can whip it (Yeah), let it dry, and bag it, it’s gon’ float now (Right now, yeah)

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
f*ck that show money (Show money)
I got dope money (I got dope money)
Streeter, hustler, nigga, I get fast or slow money (Yeah)
Rap the dope like mummies, distribute ’em to a junkie (Jugg)
Yeah, my money grow on trees, ooh, this gas bunkie (Bunkie)
Everyday a different jugg, I’m always up to something (I’m always up to hustling)
Cameras ’round the whole hood, see ’em before they coming (No cap)
On a Freeband marathon, paper chasin’ money (I’m on a jugg-athon)
Got to wash the cash out, we call it dirty laundry (Count up, count up)
Dripping, salute to Gucci, but me and Freddie talk chicken soup (Talk chicken)
Free Tay, he used to have the J’s rocking Louie shoes (Free Tay)
That drought dope, you gon’ lose it all if you can’t cook (Whip)
I know so much about the streets right now, I could write a book (Street)

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Ayy, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
Nigga, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
I was middle manning bricks (Woo, woo), ayy, trying to get that dope off (Yeah)
Ayy, nigga, what that dope cost? (What it cost?)
I can get that dope off (Yeah)
Nigga, this a dope house (Huh?)
I come from a dope house (Huh?)
Smokers cleaning up the spot, they trying to get some dope now (They want that, right)
Daddy hypnotized me when he let me count that choke now (Ayy, count that up)
One foot in the game, one in the trap, I need a rope now (I’m stuck up in the trap)
And I can whip it, let it dry, and bag it, it’s gon’ float now (Right now)

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Drake – Say You Will (freestyle) Lyrics

Why do I feel so alone
Like everybody passing through the studio
Is in character as if we acting out a movie role
Talking bullshit as if it was for you to know
And I don’t have the heart to give these
Bitch ass niggas the cue to go
So they stick around kicking out feedback
And I entertaining as if I need that
I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that
My privacy about the only thing I need back
But it’s hard to think of them polite flows
Mr. fano poloto suits on your night clothes
And jordan sweat suits are your flight clothes
And you still make it even when they say your flight closed
Eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows
Life was so full
Now this shits just been light pole
Always said I’d say it all on the right track
But in this game u only lose when you fight back
Black diamond bracelets
Showing you the basics
I can’t live and hold the camara
Someone gotta tape dis
I make hits and like a bitch
Just married I ain’t miss
24 hours from greatness
I’m that close to
Don’t ever forget the moment
You began to doubt
Transitioning from fitting in to standing out
Los angeles, cabanas or atlanta south
Watchin home shows
Embarrassed to pull my camera out
And my mother embarased
To put my phantom out
So I park about 5 houses down
She said I shouldn’t have until I have the crown
But I don’t wanna feel the need to wear disguises around
So she wonder where my mind is and counts in the minus
But yet I’m rolling round the f*ckin city like your highness
Got niggas reactin without a sinus
Cause what I’m working with is timeless
And promoters trying to get me out to they club
And say I have fun but I can’t imagine how
Cause I just see my ex-girl
Standing with my next girl
Standing with the girl that I’m f*ckin right now

And shit could get weird unless they all down
And so I stay clear
We from a small town
And everybody talks and everybody listen
And somehow the truth just always comes up missing
I’ve always been something dat these lables can’t buy
Especially if they tryin to take a peice of my soul
And still b only tellin tales “damn drake fly”
And he just be like “silly mother f*cker I know”
That was your bad
How could you pass up on em?
He just take the records
And he gas up on em
Wayne will prolly put a million cash up on em
Surprised no one ever put your ass up on em
Oh they did pole
At least they try to
And that’s what happens
When you spitting what’s inside you
But slip up and shoot the wrong f*cking video
And they think they can market you
However they decide to naww
Before they told me to do me
And don’t listen to anybody that knew me
Cause who of known me would
Mean that there’s a new me
And if you think I’ve changed in the slightest
Could of fooled me
Baa into my city I’m da 2-3
Drug dealers live vicariously through me
I quit school and is not because I’m lazy
I’m just not the social type
And campus life is crazy understand
I could get money with my eyes closed
Lost some of my hottest versus down at cabo
So if you find a blackberry with the sides scroll
Sell that mothaf*cka to any rapper that I know
Cause they need it much more than I ever will
I got new shit
I’m gettin better still
Little niggas put my name in their verses
Cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal
Future said cause it’s ye shit you better kill
And I think it’s got them making of a legend feel
Problem with these other niggas they
Ain’t never real
Yea… that’s all I can say

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Aidonia Drops New Song “Dat Eazy” Amid Beef With Vybz Kartel

Aidonia dropped his new song “Dat Eazy” amid eviction rumors.

Dancehall fans and critics have been verbally pummeling Aidonia since rumors surfaced that the deejay and his family were being evicted from their home. Though it took a while, Donia seemingly denied the claims on Instagram in a post previewing his new song “Dat Eazy.” “Me live inna dem brain RENT FREE!!!! #DatEasy” he wrote asking fans, “UNU READY?”

The new release has now arrived with accompanying visuals, and it was worth the hype. In the new Chimney Records Production, Aidonia taps into his flow master facet and delivers trap dancehall rhyme schemes and flows all up and down the track.

In the music video, Didi likens his lyrical prowess to a basketball star putting up shots and slam dunks. “Jordan ask mi fi shoot mi seh dat easy / Dawg dem a fool dem a fool / Nah no clue to the flow wah mi use / Yeah mi flow gi dem flu / I’m fly yeah mi flew / Dem watch wid dem yiy / Weh mi fly weh mi flew / Pon a island weh cool wid a nice likkle boo / Wid a smile wah so cute / And a vibe by the pool / And she tight and she cute / And mi like how she ride when she ride pon di tool,” Didi deejays on the track.

“Dat Eazy” sees the deejay speaking on his constant scrutiny in the media while he remains low-key. Recently, Vybz Kartel accused Aidonia of being “hype n still a pay rent,” which many believe is the post he was addressing with his “rent free” subliminal. The deejay does not address the scandal directly in the new track, but he does talk about his relevance and how “easy” it is for him to make a banger.

Prior to the release of “Dat Eazy,” Aidonia took to Instagram to prep fans for a midday drop. Alongside a photo of the artwork for the song, he wrote, “All who never know ah Today unu aguh see seh it #DatEasy fi didi ! #BOMBSAWAYYY !!! How midday sound?”

Listen to Aidonia’s new track for yourself and decide if it really is “Dat Eazy” for the dancehall star.

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Nez – Work Lyrics (feat. DUCKWRTH & Saint Bodhi)

[Verse 1: Nez]
Aw look at me
I bet ya can’t do it like me (Hey!)
A bad bitch get on the ground (Hey!)
A freak make me wanna go down
A bad girl shake it all up
Do it like ya tryna to f*ck
I’m drunk so you know what’s up
I got the party going up (Aah!)
She told me I could pull her hair
She make me do it anywhere, ayy
She shake it like she don’t care
Shaking ass everywhere
Shawty got cakes by the pound
She love it how I make that sound
Baby girl keep going round
We can go another round

[Chorus: Nez]
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like that (Ayy-ayy)
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like, do it like

[Post-Chorus: Saint Bodhi]
Work the middle, ayy
Work the middle
Work the middle, ayy
Work that, work that
Work the middle, ayy
Work the middle
Work the middle, ayy
Work that, work that
Work the middle, ayy
Work the middle
Work the middle, ayy
Work that, work that

[Verse 2: DUCKWRTH]
Pan the camera to the middle of the dance floor
I think it’s something going down (Down)

Shawty packing goods like a JanSport
And I ain’t never seen something so round (How round?)
Round like a planet in orbit
Round like a b-ball, 23 Jordan
Dunking on default, automatic forces
Attract me to females, I look this gorgeous (Damn)
How did you even come in existence? (Hey)
Or did you just appear out in an instance? (You)
Got me all driven revving my pistons (I)
Wonder if she like to ride a stick shift, ayy
Count to four and make a wish (Wish)
I wish (What?), that shorty keep it lit (Uh)
Cuz if I shoot my shot I won’t miss (No)
No backboard, got me sounding like swish

[Chorus: Nez]
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like that (Ayy-ayy)
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like that
Go down baby do it like, do it like

[Post-Chorus: Saint Bodhi]
Work the middle, ayy
Work the middle
Work the middle, ayy
Work that, work that
Work the middle, ayy
Work the middle
Work the middle, ayy
Work that, work that
Work the middle, ayy
Work the middle
Work the middle, ayy
Work that, work that

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Explosions rock Jordan military base

High temperatures caused the massive blast in a warehouse storing decommissioned mortar bombs.

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Quando Rondo – Depression Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Hold on bruh, you too slime
Youngin’ big blue, but deep inside, he like a red rose
[?] on the beat
Bank account on overload, but I’m still broke in spirit
“Depression what he suffer from,” same words from Doctor Henry
It ain’t no love inside the slums, know if they cut, they kill me (Kill me)

[Verse 1]
For sixty days and sixty nights, I been goin’ hard off this ecstasy
I pray to God that my killa don’t be a nigga sittin’ next to me
Keep ya circle tight, this mornin’ Alicia sent a text to me
Like they just want ya spark, reached for the stars, youngin’ you blessed to see
Pablo callin’ from the yard like “Drop that shit, it’s time to bless the streets”
I had to make myself a boss, they want the sauce like “What’s the recipe?”
Deep down inside I’m feelin’ lost, I got a pound for the [?]
I’m bonding out my nigga off for the way he look, he wanna bury me

[Chorus]
I was taught that loyalty is priceless so true love shouldn’t cost a dime
I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin’
No, it don’t matter how far I look, for some reason, I can’t find
I keep abusin’ these drugs to substitute what’s on my mind
I need someone to hold me down and have my back just like my spine
I’ma let off shots from that four pound and double back, empty the nine

[Verse 2]
I seen it in my grandma face, she was hurtin’ from Auntie [Porter?]
Feds did a sweep on 38th, we flushed the pills inside the toilet
Last night been tweakin’ off of Percocets, I’m steady hittin’ bars
Say I got the prints, shawty can’t even [afford/abort?] me
When I was locked in juvenile and called they phone, them folks ignored me
But now they all suitcase-ready every time the plane gettin’ boarded
Who all on Instagram, flexin’, can’t even sing or poppin’ no money
It ain’t no love inside my section to the point where it ain’t funny
Just call from Uncle Teddy like “Nephew, just keep on goin’”
Guess I can’t seem to kick the drink, day and night lean, I’m steady pourin’
Now, I’m designer head-to-toe, she ain’t wanna fuck when I wear Jordan’s
Might have a baby with this Haitian bitch just so my child be foreign
I’m paper chasin’ in ’bout sixty ways, I gotta run up more
They was on the basketball court when I was catchin’ time in court
Sometimes I gotta hit my knees and pray like “Please forgive me Lord”
I’m steady caught up in my wicked ways, grippin’ extension cords
Before I blew up, they ain’t root for me, I couldn’t get support
Now everybody wanna shoot for me just ’cause I live [a-lore?]
Reppin’ in this blocl city to city, day and night I keep on tourin’
In fact, I know that they ain’t with me, the reason my heart so torn
The number one reason they hate because I made it out the storm
Penitentiary chances I take, sometimes I wish I wasn’t born
No they can’t say they wasn’t warned (No they can’t say they wasn’t warned, oh, ayy)

[Chorus]
I was taught that loyalty is priceless so true love shouldn’t cost a dime
I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin’
No, it don’t matter how far I look, for some reason, I can’t find
I keep abusin’ these drugs to substitute what’s on my mind
I need someone to hold me down and have my back just like my spine
I’ma let off shots from that four pound and double back, empty the nine (Deep down inside, I’m steady cryin’)

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New Boyz – Fm$ (freak My Shit) Lyrics

I could fall off today
But still steal a famous nigga hoe, I’m a young fly nigga fa sho

Okay, now put your ass, on my dick, and pose that shit
Okay now Freak my Shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
Bitch freak my shit
Freak my shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
Bitch freak my shit

I said I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
I’m-I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
Shout out to the f*cking DJ for playing this shit

[Legacy:]
Ass all over me
Drunk It’s the only way I’m supposed to be
My ex say I’m trippin’, the money made me different
I said bitch you just addicted, because of what the dick did
Do you like this position? Do you like this position?
Is that sip you sipping get you interested in kissing women?
Is it f*ck your inhibition?
Fu-f*ck your inhibition?
Then bring that ass back, like it’s stuck in intermission
Ay
Cute chick with her hair curly
She ride a dick till it get early
Her p*ssy clean but she dance dirty
f*ck me you getting blown out, bitch I am Kirby
We been makin’ love too long, do me like your nigga gone
Do me like your nigga gone
The baddest girls in LA, in the bay, and I do ’em even when I’m on break

So if I fall off today
Still steal a famous nigga hoe, I’m a young fly nigga fa sho

Okay, now put your ass, on my dick, and pose that shit
Okay now Freak my Shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
Bitch freak my shit
Freak my shit, freak my shit, freak my shit

Bitch freak my shit
I said I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
I’m-I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
Shout out to the f*cking DJ for playing this shit
Ay

[Ben J:]
If your bitch came up to me, homie that’s mackin’
Swag killing you on what you call your best outfit
Plenty more so it’s fo sure we getting on these whores
Have an orgy in this bitch, no more locked doors
You a wall flower, and I’m West known
But I got my Jordan’s on, so don’t step on em
Be up here in flexing, I might have to drop it homes
Tell the mother f*cking DJ to turn the Waka on
But I’mma turn it down, because there’s too much p*ssy
Throw my GoGo at these Birds Bird
Call em whoopees
Can’t do it such as fast, come on girl make it juicy
Dancin’ on me, african booty booty call her Judy
Tonight its going down, I only came out here for work
I said I liked ya girl, but actions speak louder than words
I didn’t do nothing that bitch came onto me first
I can’t lie I had some money; told that bitch to work. hah
(told that bitch to work)

(Put your ass on my dick, o-on my dick, o-on my dick)

Okay now Freak my Shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
Bitch freak my shit
Freak my shit, freak my shit, freak my shit
Bitch freak my shit
I said I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancin’ with
I’m-I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancing with
I’m about to f*ck who I’m dancin’ with
Shout out to the f*ckin’ DJ for playin’ this shit

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Crooked I – Truth (Why U Mad) (feat. Royce 5’9″)

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
"I gave you niggas the truth, huh? Huh?"
"And what’d you do with it?"
You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy tales, huh? (uh, uh)
You niggas losing it
I coulda’ did it for the mainstream (uh, uh)
Nah, I wasn’t cool with it
Truthfully, I never thought I’d rap like Common Sense
But I woke up my people, been rapping like Common since
The hood is moving different than you envisioned
Consumerism’s the new religion
There’s fewer Christians and fewer Bishops reading them Jewish scriptures
A slew of bitches with shoe addictions and niggas who truly risking it all for the coupe if the roof is missing
On a foolish mission
What if I told you I knew the system wanted the future spending their youth in prison
"Who would listen?"
No time to listen to dudes who spittin’, while music’s missing
[?]
But you was trippin’, because your jewels have nothing to do with wisdom
You stupid, ludicrous, nigga
You’s a victim (Amen)
We lost souls, put that on the bible
Sell us some Jordan’s
We’ll be ignoring distorting on what’s important
Even though there’s been a war on the poor
Before they was recording, Jordan scoring titles
Me and your survival was more than vital
They say my people are like Jelly Beans
Wait!
Because nobody like the black ones
Unless it’s our culture, then they like everything
Wait!
"I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?"

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Tell the truth, "nigga, who the best in this industry?"
If it ain’t Crooked, Kendrick and Cole, bitch, then it’s me
You only acting tough ’cause you sniffing coke and sippin’ Hennessy
I click triggers re-lentlessly
I kill rich niggas instantly
While I’m here I’m fucking all your little bitches
All I said to that little thot, was "hello" back
Marshall called me the best out, I called him the "kettle black"
I’m like Nas, I’m about the check
My cars is parked in an underground garage like Das EFX
I’m about the deposits like I’m in debt, ‘cept I’m not in debt
I move in silence and I don’t move inside it, unless I’m protected like contracepts
I’m a Contra-vet
Thought you got me my [?] was wet
God just wept
I’m the flyest yet
I’m disguised as Ness
Your brides is [?], but your [?]
I left my deposit slip on the Gaza strip, while I was checking my connect
Yes!
I confess
I don’t rap for checks
I rap to kill rappers and for my respect
I shall let this nine go pyrotech’
Lies gon’ catch up and guys get lied to rest
I confess, shit don’t go right, then I go left
We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette’s
I’m on yo’ head!
Like berets
I’ma show up where you did your show last
That’s gon’ be yo’ ass
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ ave
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ lab
Show up frontin’ like I’m drunk with the MO-AB
I’m a seasoned Slaughter House general, ya’ll the beginners bro
If I’m starving you know I target your dinner bowl
I’m a part of an augmented envision in God’s image
Part of a team that brings all the women
When I’m stepping wherever, they got to check the weather
When I’m summoning, summer bring autumn winters
I’m too up to understand what under means
Anytime I’m coming it’s humbling to all contenders
Male or female, we can bet your budget
I got asked in a interview, "where did I think I would be if I wasn’t in this bitch being the best who does it?"
That’s easy, I be somewhere else, being the best who does it

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AJ Tracey – Quarterback

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback

[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

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Rapsody – Right Now Lyrics

[Chorus (Sampled)]
Gimme that [?] right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (We gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (We do it right now), right now
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)

[Verse 1: Rapsody]
Yo
Normally spit ice cold, three-thousand [?] below
Opposite [?], niggas don’t feel me doe
Back in it, two molars to kill ’em, I’m ill: cobra
I’m sittin’ [?] shit [?] yo, it’s so over
Blue Ivy Carter, Deshaun became a pop
Like daughter they say the flow of Hova is beautiful
I’m killer, my nigga, rigamortus like K. Dot
My Jeremy Lin flow, yo, I stepped in the game hot
They [?] to me, over on Blake Griffin
I ball so hard, couldn’t find me [?] you niggas
Been awaitin’ mine, witnessin’ real proof
[?] been over like that too

[Chorus: Rapsody & Samples]
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Yo
Saturday-Sunday flow, that’s how the week end
Lines remind you of waitin’ shoppin’ for Jordan 10’s
Anxious for my release, rap is the real deal
D’Angelo naked truth [?] drugs how it really feel
Gettin’ ’em sky high, stuck in my flow still
Rushin’ my patience gon’ have me rushin’ patients I kill
To E.R., more liquor for my homies, my nigga
[?] we catch ya attention like Aston
Martin’s driven in places niggas can’t afford them
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent (we gon’ do it right now)
Yo, [?] I’m holdin’ my weight
Don’t worry ’bout niggas, flow’ll take care of ’em: Drake
Lost in the party life, feeling eighteen again
Reason for wylin’ tonight but give me another sin
Killin’ these niggas off, exposin’ they spines
Niggas backed [?] half of these niggas can’t rhyme (yo)
Just speaking the truth, ain’t no fuckin’ with mine
Yo, [?] and right now is the time

[Pre-Chorus: Rapsody]
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)

[Chorus: Rapsody & Samples]
(We gon’ do it right now), [?], we did it right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)

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Audio Push – God Speed (Last Lights Left Album)

[Verse 1: Price]
I been waiting
I gave ’em all a head start
I lost ends, lost friends
But one thing I kept: heart
You want pressure, let’s start
I really swam with the sharks
So I don’t entertain bottom-feeders
Middle-finger to the non-believers
Yep, damn, she a eater, I gotta feed her
I never changed, I ain’t gotta meet her
Young Price, he a knowledge-seeker
Turn your main into a swallower
I ain’t even gotta meet her
Heard you got a million followers, but you still not a leader
None of y’all niggas working
Every time I see your face you got a new team, you got a new jersey
Ooh shit so disturbing
I done watched niggas switch up during crunch time when the shit rough
Now they call for the clique-up
I hit "Ignore" I don’t pick up
Respected by the Damu’s
I get love from the Keyways
Foreign tires on the freeways
I know these streets, I don’t need ways
My step-pops from the PJs
My real pops from the G’s
It’s gangsters all around me
But I just wanna live in peace

[Chorus: Price]
My life fast, god speed
Secure the bag, god speed
New chain, god speed
Need everything, god speed
I live it up, god speed
She fell in love, god speed
God speed, god speed
My life fast, god speed
Secure the bag, god speed
New chain, god speed
Need everything, god speed
I live it up, god speed
She fell in love, god speed
God speed, god speed

[Verse 2: Oktane]
Hair longer than long, skin blacker than black
My top speed god speed, nothing faster than that
I seen ’em switch the second you shoot and miss
But even Kobe went for five rings, and Jordan went for six
Living legend, game seven, just my squad in the middle
It’s all lions, never silent when we ride through the jungle
All my dogs bite hard, they should ride with a muzzle
And chew it to pieces if it ain’t no piece inside of my puzzle
Yeah you’ll get rearranged, game make people change
Shallow women scared of love, they felt deeper pain
And we done got it from the mud, we done seen the rain
So if you gon’ be anything, don’t let it be in vain
Yeah I’m always on my toes, somewhere blowing O’s
And everywhere I go they say "You the one the Lord chose"
So I just pray to ’em, they ask "What he say to ya?"
He say "Point the enemies out and we going straight through ’em"
Ever since then, everything god speed
Make her walk knock-kneed
I need a ring at top speed
‘Cause I’m tryna plant my seeds
Faith alone won’t get you home
You gon’ need [?]
Airline alone top three
Just go home you’re not me
Everything god speed, everything god speed
Got roll-up, got tree
Still not high up as God be
For God’s sake, golly
Everything top speed, man everything god speed
God speed, god speed

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Fifth Harmony – Down (feat. Gucci Mane) (Fifth Harmony Album)

It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kinda situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’mma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (down, down, down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

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PartyNextDoor – Damn

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I was trying to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Left me alone in the streets
Now you done woken the beast
All these GG snakes on me
Shopping sprees after shopping sprees, I go
I go, yeah, should have seen the sign
[?] love’s blind, I guess danger gets me excited
I am on a threesome diet right now, baby
I’m taking trips to Miami traveling down seven keys
Ducking off, sipping Grey Geese
Never thought you plea these actions I did
Never thought you had my head on a leash
Never thought you had my heart tryna leave
Saying things I never speak about
I’ma handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, you’re not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fér!
They said you used to be the one that used to two step, baby
But I’m too rich for that to happen, whoa whoa
Like Ali, I’ma bounce back off the ropes
In my Jordan’s, yeah, Jordan with the tongue
In my Kobe’s, yeah, hitting 81
And I’m going gold, find a badder one
Let the check blow, now that’s platinum
I’ma recoup, buy the blue coupe
Bought a new house, that’s a new roof
I’ma make lemonade out of lemons, got a sweet tooth
And I learn from my truths
And learn from my last
And learn from my past
I knew this won’t last
Just tell me quick fast

[Bridge: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
So I can handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, your not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

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Kodak Black – No Codefendant (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
Of course I wanna see you make it
Shit, only if you taking me with you
Shit, If you ain’t taking me withcha now I don’t know
Shit…

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant
All ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant

[Verse 1]
I’m on posted on the Ugly, I’m outcha" in the open, wit it
I’m on that Zoe shit, ain’t no hoe shit, ain’t no folding in me
I got like four lil bitches on here, That one with no Jimmy
I ain’t wear no suit and tie right now but I give the nigga the business
I should’ve killed my cousin that night ’cause he was my only witness
But I ain’t kill him ’cause I love that nigga till infinity
And If I buy a house, you feel like you deserve to live in it
And If I buy a car, you feel like you deserve infinity
How the fuck you feel like that, when you weren’t ouchta here with me getting it
You wasn’t even at my sentencing
I was in a fucked up predicament
Oh you don’t love me no more?
I ain’t your brother no more?
Cuz I don’t give you nothin" no more
I ain’t your brother no more

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent

[Verse 2]
You ain’t have to eat grits, 3 in the morning
You ain’t have to sleep with a nigga on the toilet
I don’t wanna ball, [?] wearing Jordan’s
All that bullshit, I’m trying to avoid it
I ain’t ask you when you had your shot
I ain’t ask you when we got kicked out
I ain’t ask you, I was posted on the block
I was doing fraud, I was going up top
I was eatin’ peanut butter
Nigga how you got my number
I don’t really owe nobody
Matter fact I don’t know nobody
Matter fact nigga leave me alone
I ain’t tryna get out my zone
I ain’t tryna get out my bubble
I ain’t on that shit you on
I don’t wanna relapse on niggas
I better not wack me a nigga
I’m just tryna rap these songs
So let me just rap these songs
You ain’t take me when you had your time
You ain’t take me when you had your shine
Why when I’m focused y’all saying I got changed
It’s like y’all wanna see me in them chains

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent

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Mozzy – Like You Say You Do (1 Up Top Ahk Album)

[Intro: Mozzy]
Four finger banging, I’m from four park
Pop a couple pills and then smoke ports
Y’all don’t know nothing ’bout that gangster shit, ah
I got shooters in my corner, they don’t play about me
Nigga watch what you say about me
Nah, they don’t play about me

[Verse: Mozzy]
I got shottas in my corner, they don’t play about me
Watch what you say about me
They chewing faces ’bout me
We in this ancient Audi, it’s in Alicia name
But this blammy I’m brandishing in them people’s name
My younging gunning for nothing, little Uzzy need a name
Inquired about his prices when I seen his aim
Them better days never came when we prayed for ’em
The oven on 450, keep the place warm
Jordan’s launching every month, I had to beg for ’em
And she still ain’t cop ’em, my grades started dropping
My gang started popping, ain’t no way I’m going to college
Momma and poppa couldn’t save me when them niggas robbed me
It’s traumatizing watching bullets penetrate a body
Without a body, niggas treat you like you ain’t nobody
You know I got it, I’m bagging up all this powder
Purchase 20 P’s, all sour
Be there in a hour
1750 on the counter
I promise it’s all there, you could count it
I never got an allowance
Now I’m up a couple hundred thousand
Slither through the hood, I’m just browsing
Peanut butter couches in the foreign got me lounging
Thinking ’bout this ‘Rarri, discussing with my accountant
My mama looking at houses, told her to point ’em out
And we gone make it happen, you know what your boy about
Watch how they follow the route
Getting to it for real
We don’t need a deal, niggas gucci over here
Cubicals in the air, cubicals in the charm
Tell ’em ring the alarm, a Cali nigga in charge
Banging B-Sunny, they tackled him on the yard
Anything can happen when shackled behind bars
Nah, you don’t love me like you say you do
When them suckers slid on me, nigga, fuck you do
A single body ain’t enough, gotta come anew
I’m 100 through and through, ain’t nothing new
You don’t love me like you say you do

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Kodak Black – No CoDefendant Lyrics

[Intro]
Of course I wanna see you make it
Shit, only if you taking me with you
Shit. If you ain’t taking me withcha now I don’t know Shit

[Hook]
Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant
All cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant

[Verse 1]
I’m on posted on the Ugly, I’m outcha” in the open, wet it
I’m on that Zoe shit
Ain’t no hoe shit
Ain’t no folding in me
I got like four lil bitches on here, That one with no Jimmy
I ain’t wear no suit and tie right now but I give the nigga the [?]
I should have killed my cousin that night cuz he was my only witness
But I ain’t kill him cuz I love that nigga till infinity
And If I buy a house, you feel like you deserve to live in it
And If I buy a car, you feel like you deserve infinity
How the fuck you feel like that, when you weren’t ouchta here with me getting it
You wasn’t even at my sentencing
I was in a fucked up predicament
Oh you don’t love me no more?
I ain’t your brother no more?
Cuz I don’t give you nothin” no more
I ain’t your brother no more

[Hook]
Cuz I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no solders with me
Cuz when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh Cuz I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no solders with me
Cuz when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent

[Verse 2]
You ain’t have to eat grits, 3 in the morning
You ain’t have to sleep with a nigga on the toilet
I don’t wanna ball, [?] wearing Jordan’s
All that bullshit, Im trying to avoid it
I ain’t ask you when you had your shot
I ain’t ask you when we got kicked out
I ain’t ask you, I was posted on the block
I was doing fraud, I was going up top
I was eating peanut butter
Nigga how you got my number
I don’t really owe nobody
Matter fact I don’t know nobody
Matter fact nigga leave me alone
I ain’t tryna get out my zone
I ain’t trynna get out my bubble
I ain’t on that shit you on
I don’t wanna relapse on niggas
I better not wack me a nigga
I’m just tryna rap these s
So let me just rap these songs
[transcribing in progress}

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Don Q – Corner Stories (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Interview]
[?] :There’s certain tapes that really take shit to another level for an artist
With 50 it was 50 Cent was the Future
When it was Wiz Khalifa it was Kush & Orange Juice
You know, Drake it was obviously So Far Gone
J. Cole, The Come Up
Does this feel like one of those for you?

[Intro]
(D-Lo on the beat)
Yeah
Don
Corner stories nigga
Takin’ niggas to the corner for real nigga
For real, for real
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa

[Verse]
I pull up on bitches that fronted when we ain’t had nothin’
My nigga we came here from nothin’
Niggas just makin’ assumptions
We faithfully pumpin’
I woke up and shaved me an onion
I put my hood on the map
They talkin’ that talk
But they ain’t put they foot in the trap
I put down that pack
Man, I couldn’t relax
Perfected my craft
Now look where I’m at
I’m not forgettin’ it
Pourin’ and sippin’ it
Me and you, we not equivalent
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m [?] it
Water I’m drippin’ it
Avianne got me drenched in it
Yeah
I’m Perk poppin’, Louis shirt rockin
The work pop, I take her purse shoppin’
I put Céline on my main bitch
Channel for my second and third options
I’m frontin’ in Fendi
I’m back off the bubble
Them racks in the duffle
I keep it stuffed
My neighbors is bitchin’
I’m plannin’ on buyin’ a crib
On a lake when the lease is up
The money callin’ and I keep in touch
If it ain’t blind you
You ain’t see enough
I’m callin’ Jordan when I’m re-in’ up
I got a shipment comin’ if my [sneakers scuffed]
They know me for pourin’ two liters up
Straight out the bottle
You know I don’t need a cup
10,000 to brighten the pinkie up
I could’a put that on a Kia truck
I’d rather stack it till I’m in the Aston
With the system blastin’ while I’m whippin’ past ’em
Woods burnin’ like I’m in the cabin
Expensive fashion when the pictures snappin’
I go to Atlanta I’m hittin’ them firest bitches
Give Xans and them Mollies to biches
Percs and the Roxies we fuck on a lot of prescriptions
‘Cause you treat ’em like Hollywood bitches
Slide in your DM, but I don’t be followin’ bitches
I just had to block a few bitches
See ’em in public I’m duckin’ and dodgin’
I can’t even say I acknowledge you bitches
Whoa

[Interview]
[?] :Yeah man, Don
You know, I.. I.. I appreciate… For me, as a journalist
There’s no better time for an artist. This is most exciting time
As an artist. These are always my favorite interviews because it’s like…
Don Q: These are special moments right here
[?]: Yeah, you got that glow man, definitely, the.. the… It’s there in Corner Stories. I think… it’s gonna cement it man. So I’m just happy to be a part of it
Don Q: Yeah man. I’m happy to have you a part of it man
[?]: My man though!
Don Q: Corner Stories

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ASAP Twelvyy – Periodic Table (12 Album)

[Verse 1]
With a love for the underdog
Man, they treat me like they wanna fuck
Ain’t the favorite on your undercard
The livest nigga under y’all
So don’t make me get the gun involved
Catch a charge and run the [?]
I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store
Corner stone
I’ma be the nigga that they calling for
Soaring up
Like that nigga Mike in his Jordan 4’s
When I’m coming down only time I’m falling off
Get a calling card, ‘lil nigga so broad, fucking talk
I’ma be a statement for that [?] Forbes
This that magic shit like Dumbledore
This that lavish shit y’all tumble for
Niggas want it but I want it more
Make a band off a couple cups, and I’m hot, I got the sun involved
I don’t want it, man, I want it all
These my feelings in a couple bars
Sun shining like it’s fucking [?]

[Hook]
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy

[Verse 2]
I’m from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Big semi on they side
Real life, making fifty out of five
Puffing sticky, sipping Henny while I drive
Real niggas die but I feel so alive
My eye up on the prize
You always gotta strive
Take your piece of devil pie
Now my level rising high
See a ribbon in the skyline
Fuck the other side
See my shots is ill advised, I know niggas that duck inside
It’s dark outside
It’s nuts outside
Sharp niggas leave you pumped outside
Parallel to your ride, [?] is the C-25
Blood [?], see the heat in my eyes, keep the heat on my side
‘Cause this Tec probably keep me alive
I ain’t high, I’m just peeping the vibe
Just beef in the Trap, fuck that, and I ain’t keeping it back
Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah

[Hook]
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That very night make a [?] boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That very night make a [?] boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy

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Fler & Jalil – Sollte So Sein (feat. Mortel)

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

[Part 1: Jalil]
Yeah, laber mich nicht voll, Nigga, yeah
Und sag’ mir nicht, Jalil wäre nicht famous
Was, ich hab’ kein Erfolg, Nigga?!
Weiße feiern mich wie Oasis
Rap’ mir keine Message vor
Tagsüber im Store, nachts Predator
Aha, Kapuze auf wie Skeletor
Und Schläger um mich rum wie auf dem Center Court
Ah, Südberlin ist meine Hometown
Thermosiedlung, minimaler Wohnraum
12-2-07
Bleib’ loyal zu der Hood, man ich schwör’s auf die Bibel
Maskulin, wir zwei sind die Essenz, Nigga
Treffsicher, 9 Shots, 50 Cent, Nigga
Kugelsicherer Jugendlicher
Represent, represent, Nigga

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

[Part 2: Mortel]
Ah, yeah, ich komme rein mit einem « Nique ta race ! »​
Ihr kommt nicht klar auf meine Wortwahl
Ghetto-Youth, époque sale
Unter Tatverdacht in einem Mordfall
Meine Vergangenheit hat mich gefickt
Schon als Kinder hab’n wir Kilos weggedrückt
Keine Hantelbank, Digga, du weißt
Tausend Prozent Realtalk, ohne Scheiß
Stabile négros in NRW
On fait la bicrave um jeden Preis
Cash, Koks, Nutten, bin pflegeleicht
Streck das Kokain mit Edelweiß
Griselda Blanco, busy wie Pablo
In Kongo wird geschossen so wie in Chicago
Scheiß auf Rapbeef, bin unparteiisch
Hab’ schon Beef mit Bullen, das reicht

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

[Part 3: Fler]
Bleib’ derselbe, man du kennst mich
Jede Woche wieder vor dem Richter
Leben auf der Überholspur
Führerschein weg wegen Blitzer
Jeder kleine Schritt wird zur Headline
Jede Handbewegung wird zum Gangsign
Seit 2003 in den Top Ten
Und das alles nur durch rumbrüll’n und frech sein
Signe den Deal
Droppe Sentino, signe Jalil
Bleib’ immer real
Streite mit viel’n, live aus Berlin
Diese Rapper alles Fler-Klone
Doch passen nicht in meine Air-Sohle
Ich Racaille, du Lakai
Du bist vor Gericht Papagei

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

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Camila Cabello – OMG Lyrics

[Intro: Camila Cabello]
Oh my God

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami causing trouble in LA
Rough day, Tennessee
If I ask them for you, best not come for me
Jordan, 23
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold, like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah
Cyclone, make it spin
Cause all I, all I, all I do is win
Yeah I’m cut like a diamond, I’m coal
Follow your bloom like a rose
Cross like the sun when we go
Oooh

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

[Verse 3]

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

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Krewella – Fortune (feat. Diskord)

[Verse 1]
Pull up on the party with an army
Our guns inked up like a Harley Hells Angel on the one
Like a bull in a china shop, steaming like buns
Coming in like a wrecking ball, you gon’ need a Tylenol

[Pre-Chorus]
Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young guys
We got everything that we could ever want

[Chorus]
Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune

[Post-Chorus]
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune
Fortune

[Verse 2]
Diamonds are forever, but a girl’s best friend
Is a bank full of ride-or-dies stickin’ ’til the end
We stay mobbin’ the party
But no, we ain’t the Godless
We come in peace from the East
Pakistan to Miami

[Pre-Chorus]
Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young guys
We got everything that we could ever want

[Chorus]
Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune

[Post-Chorus]
Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune
Fortune

[Chorus]
Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune

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2Pac – Better Dayz (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

Lookin’ for these better days
Better days, heyy! Better days
Got me thinkin’ bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Hey! Better days
Got me thinkin’ bout better days
Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin’ weed like it ain’t no thang, so even kids
Wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watches ’em clockin’ the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin’ victims screamin’
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
‘Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I’d love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It’s up to us to clean up the streets, it ain’t the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his family, but what could I say?
Keep yo’ head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, hey!
Better days, got me thinkin’ about better days
Better days, better days, better days
Hey! Better days
Got me thinkin’ about better days
Thinkin’ back as an adolescent, who would’ve guessed
That in my future years, I’d be stressin’
Some say the ghetto’s sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won’t let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Tryin’ to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slangin’ llello all day long, but they wrong
So I’m solo and so broke
Savin’ up for some Jordan’s, ’cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I
I can’t take her to the place she wanna go to
So we argue and play fight, all day and night
Makin’ pa**ionate love ’til the daylight
Plus we about to get evicted, can’t pay the rent
Guess it’s time to see who really is yo’ friend
Tell me you pregnant and I’m amazed
So many blessings while we stressin’
Lookin for them better days
Better days, better days hey!
Better days (Oh better days)
Thinkin’ bout better days (I’m lookin for better)
Better days, better days, better days
Hey! Better days (Better days)
Got me thinkin bout better days (Oh)
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressin’ like grown men when rollin’
I went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin’ marks
Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin’ you well, I know it’s hell
Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail
And me I’m doin’ cool
I settled down, had a family, workin’ in night school
Every once in a while, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the better days
Better days, better days, hey!
(Better days) Thinkin’ bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Hey! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
I send this one out,
To all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with,
E Block, F Block, lower H
N-I-C in Rikers Island,
Downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better days is comin’ homeboy, keep your head up
Better days, better days,
Lookin for the better days hey
Better days, hm better days, lookin for the better days
Better days, better days,
Lookin for the better days hey
(Better days)

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2Pac – Lie To Kick It (feat. Richie Rich) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It’s all good.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x2]

Jack of all trades ballin’ like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can’t
do half of the shit that you was claimin’ in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You’s a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you’s an old basehead kickin’ too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you’d probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain’t got to lie to kick it.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
y’all don’t hear me
I got these niggas yackin’ in my face
about some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
that’s what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
I’m gettin’ richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don’t know me
Hey it’s gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed inside a casket
Rippin’ the shit like it’s my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga’s nothin’ nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga’s riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don’t get no dick
and got a nigga screamin’ Fuck That Bitch!

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

Well if a bitch’ll be a bitch
Then a trick’ll be a trick
I’ve got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin’ hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I’ll stay out of yours
It’s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn’t understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin’ Fuck yo’ man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin’ I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I’m steady clockin’
and if it ain’t about a buck I gives a fuck
it’s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what’s up with them low life bitches tryin’ to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo’ baby (Ha ha)
Trickin’ niggas better catch up on they pimpin’
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x5]

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Fifth Harmony & Gucci Mane – Down (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth that wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & (Lauren)]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’ma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + {Normani}: together & Dinah]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down {down, down, down, down}
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

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Lil Baby – A Town (feat. Marlo) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

[Verse 1: Lil Baby & Marlo]
Back when G-Dog caught his time ’cause he wouldn’t drop a dime
Back when Big Fred died, had the whole hood cryin’
OG True lost his life in his own hood
Niggas steady walkin’ ’round like it’s all good
Tiger T got crossed by his own man
I seen him and 8-Ball count a hundred bands
Remember Spencer killed a nigga with his bare hands
Meatball turned red on his own fam
Him and Jordan lil one got killed at the same time
Every time I close my eyes that shit on my mind
What you know about doin’ a paper for some paper
You niggas can’t relate ’cause you ain’t never ran around in that

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

[Verse 2]
Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, yeah dey know
Back when he was comin’ through the bricks in an armed [?]
Mario got shot, that’s still some bullshit
Remember NuNu got hit with a whole clip
You niggas ain’t from my side, they must be two-sided
They sayin’ C-Dog turned in the whole west side
You niggas never was there
I remember neighborhood fights all at the fair
When micros was the only thing that girls would wear
Then these bitches started puttin’ the kink and twist in their hair
True Religion was the shit, hood days spend your last on an outfit
They say Keen and Big been rich

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

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Lil Baby – Dates (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots

[Verse 1]
Young niggas really paved the way
Pussy nigga tryna ride the wave
Young nigga want a bankroll
Try me, I’ma break a nigga, woah
C Note with me, got a four-five
Nigga ain’t lettin’ shit slide
Tiger told me fuck it, let ’em ride
Told me fuck it, go and spend a block
I keep them blue hundreds like an ATM
You can’t pull up in lil Cali, it ain’t safe out here
Keep some shooters with me, they keep K’s on them
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan, tryna break the rim
Quarter million dollars on me
Ballin’ on these niggas, Curry
Still screamin’ fuck the police
Nigga ain’t gettin’ shit from me
DC in the cut with a MAC-10
Quan in the back with a Draco
All my niggas slidin’ when I say so
All my niggas slidin’ when I say so

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots

[Verse 2]
Look out for my people
Sellin’ all this reefer
Servin’ like it’s legal
Pull up in the Regal
Went to school to fuck the teachers
Shooting shots from the bleachers
These niggas didn’t believe me
I had to show ’em, made ’em see me
Pull up full pockets for a thigh pad
I got all these niggas big mad
Bitches tryna get some get back
Lil bitty bitch get back
Nigga’s bitches riding pom poms
My lil niggas goin’ straight dumb
I ain’t Lil Weezy but a hot boy
I can’t wait to smash on a call call
These niggas sweet like poptarts
Drive the Hellcat like a hotbox
Party real hard, I’m a rockstar
Rudy in the cut, he a top shotter
If I send the word you a done dada
These niggas broke, got no dollars
I’ma run the money up, no problem
I don’t give a fuck about nobody

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots