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IDK – Frontin (Pharrell Cover) Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Don’t wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain’t looking at no other dudes
‘Cause you love me
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe ’cause you love me
Ladies

[Pre-Chorus]
So then we tried thinking it slow now
Because you weren’t used to how fast we touched (Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon’ tear your ass up (Tear your ass up)

[Chorus]
I know that I’m carrying on, never mind if I’m showing off
I was just frontin’ (You know I want you, babe)
I’m ready to bury it all, unless you don’t carе at all
But you know I want ya (You should stop frontin’, babe)

[Verse 2]
Tryna be the bеst girlfriend you could be
But still you peak and look at me, and girl, I love it
Uh-huh, uh
Then you give your other girls a show
Tell her you gon’ call her, ask how it was
And she’s gon’ love it, woah-oh-oh-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
So then we tried singing it slow now
Because you weren’t used to how fast we touched (Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon’ tear your ass up (Tear your ass up)

[Chorus]
I know that I’m carrying on, never mind if I’m showing off
I was just frontin’, you know I want you, babe
I’m ready to bury it all, unless you don’t care at all
But you know I want ya, you should stop frontin’, babe

[Bridge]
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

[Verse 3]
She said I picture bright red stop signs
I picture “Don’t walk here” [?] mop signs
I picture all of the bullshit we been through
Now you just picture the picture of what I picture when I picture you
Picture two pictures of lemonade, the sweetest of lips
You used to pitch me the idea that you want my dick
Whenever we split like banana and empty the clip
‘Cause we be at war then come together like an eclipse
Because of the stick, the stigma shouldn’t be like this
But shit, the stigma of crossin’ lines, reason we trip
And fallin’ in love but true gon’ fall from above
A shot of the cupid ’til it crosses the flock of a dove
And that’s a fancy way of sayin’ you ain’t shit
After all this time, this is what I get?
Like the slang of a Miami nigga, in his words
“You the opposite of truth, you ain’t legit, legit”
I’m tryna flip the switch
Of feelings as you insist to bitch
But momma taught me never call a girl out of her name
For now, you and I [?]

[Chorus]
I know that I’m carrying on, never mind if I’m showing off
I was just frontin’, you know I want you, babe
I’m ready to bury it all, unless you don’t care at all
But you know I want ya, you should stop frontin’, babe

[Outro]
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

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Pop Smoke – Mr. Jones Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Look

[Chorus]
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be about ten
I’m like, “Your ass seems fat enough”
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”
I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suck all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy
The lil’ nigga fucked around, nigga, I swear

[Verse]
She came out the room like, “Papi, my ass hurt”
She just put up with mad work, yeah
You worried ’bout the wrong thing
That’s bad work, it’s ’bout thе cash first
When you down, we run up that shower
Brеak it down in the back, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours
You can’t put me first, that’s backwards

[Chorus]
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be about ten
I’m like, “Your ass seems fat enough”
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”
I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suck all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy
The lil’ nigga fucked around, nigga, I swear

[Open Verse]

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Groovenics – Booty Barn Lyrics

You got that rump shaker
It’s definitely your heartbreaker
Break me off a piece of that ass
So I can hit it really fast
If you don’t want me to leave ya
Bend over and ill believe ya
You’ll be mine and ill be sure to bring you to my booty barn
The kingdom down south is the place with the mouth
All the hoochies in the house scream Miami
Give us this day our daily head
And I pray and I pray

Swing your booty round and round round and round round and round
Swing your booty round and round ass in the air face in the ground
Swing your booty round and round round and round round and round
Swing your booty round and round

Smoochie boochie you old hoochie coochie
Ride you in in the style of a poochie
As long as you got that mile wide booty Ill get fruity
If you turn mutt baby you won’t become my slut
You’ll be mine and ill be sure to bring you to my booty barn
The kingdom down south is the place with the mouth
All the bitches in the house scream Miami
Give us this day our daily head
And I pray and I pray

I am not a pimp
Can’t you see IM just a gimp
Living my small fairy tale
It would be nice
Not having to role the dice

Wish I could wear a vale
Being me will
Only make you want to kill
You’re own self-esteem
Put me in a place
Where IM not a big disgrace
Like the circus or my dreams

Swing your booty round and round round and round round and round
Swing your booty round and round ass in the air face in the ground
Swing your booty round and round round and round round and round
Swing your booty round and round

You got that rump shaker
It’s definitely your heartbreaker
Break me off a piece of that ice
So I can drink you like a slice
If you don’t want me to leave ya
Bend over and ill believe ya
You’ll be mine and ill be sure to bring you to my booty barn
The kingdom down south is the place with the mouth
All the hoochies in the house scream Miami
Give us this day our daily head
And I pray and I pray

I am not a pimp
Can’t you see IM just a gimp
Living my small fairy tale
It would be nice
Not having to role the dice
Wish I could wear a vale
Being me will
Only make you want to kill
You’re own self-esteem
Put me in a place
Where IM not a big disgrace
Like the circus or my dreams

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Lil Wayne & Kodak Black Pardoned By President Trump In Last-Minute Spree

Lil Wayne and Kodak Black can breathe a sigh of relief today after Trump granted them clemency.

Outgoing President Donald Trump has pardoned over 150 persons and commutations, sources within the President’s administration has revealed in the early morning of his last day in office. Trump spends his final full day in office- January 19, 2021, finalizing his list of pardons, and it turns out that rappers Lil Wayne and Kodak Black made the list.

According to three CNN news sources, the batch of clemency actions includes white-collar criminals, high-profile rappers, and others but does not include the President, who has been reported as suggesting that he would seek to pardon himself and his children before leaving office. It seems that did not happen after his lawyers advised him against it.

“President Trump granted a full pardon to Dwayne Michael Carter Jr., also known as ‘Lil Wayne,’” White House press secretary Kayleigh McEnany said in a statement to the press. “Mr. Carter pled guilty to possession of a firearm and ammunition by a convicted felon, owing to a conviction over 10 years ago. Brett Berish of Sovereign Brands, who supports a pardon for Mr. Carter, describes him as ‘trustworthy, kind-hearted and generous.’”

“Mr. Carter has exhibited this generosity through commitment to a variety of charities, including donations to research hospitals and a host of foodbanks. Deion Sanders, who also wrote in support of this pardon, calls Mr. Wayne ‘a provider for his family, a friend to many, a man of faith, a natural giver to the less fortunate, a waymaker, [and] a game changer.’”

Lil Wayne was a staunch Trump supporter and ally during his election campaign last year, so it comes as no surprise that he was pardoned by the outgoing President. The full list of names was released to the press at approximately 1 AM on the morning of the inauguration. Lil Wayne was facing a gun charge – possession of firearm during a 2019 search of his jet. The rapper’s jet was searched after landing at the Miami airport, where authorities found what Wayne said was a father’s day gift- a gold plated gun as well as marijuana in his bag.

Just had a great meeting with @realdonaldtrump @potus besides what he’s done so far with criminal reform, the platinum plan is going to give the community real ownership. He listened to what we had to say today and assured he will and can get it done. ?? pic.twitter.com/Q9c5k1yMWf

— Lil Wayne WEEZY F (@LilTunechi) October 29, 2020

Weezy remains a controversial personality in hip hop and received heavy backlash, especially from the black community after meeting with Trump and declaring his support for the then President and encouraging African Americans- a key demographic in the contentious 2020 election, to vote for Trump.

Controversial Florida rapper Kodak Black, whose real name is Bill Kapri, was also pardoned after he took to his social media accounts to make an appeal to Trump for a pardon in exchange for donating millions of dollars to charity last year.

“Kodak Black is a prominent artist and community leader,” McEnany said in the statement. “He has served nearly half of his sentence. Before his conviction and after reaching success as a recording artist, Kodak Black became deeply involved in numerous philanthropic efforts. In fact, he has committed to supporting a variety of charitable efforts, such as providing educational resources to students and families of fallen law enforcement officers and the underprivileged. In addition to these efforts, he has paid for the notebooks of school children, provided funding and supplies to daycare centers, provided food for the hungry, and annually provides for underprivileged children during Christmas. Most recently while still incarcerated, Kodak Black donated $50,000 to David Portnoy’s Barstool Fund, which provides funds to small businesses affected by the COVID-19 pandemic. Kodak Black’s only request was that his donation go toward restaurants in his hometown.”

According to one source, the pardon does not come at zero cost as the President is expecting to collect later on his favor. “Everything is a transaction. He likes pardons because it is unilateral. And he likes doing favors for people he thinks will owe him.”

Among the people who received a pardon from Donald Trump include Death Row Records co-founder Michael “Harry O” Harrison, who got his sentence commuted after Snoop Dogg and his allies successfully lobbied the Trump administration.

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Alus – No No Lyrics

Hate me if you must that’s a no no
I be riding round straight slow mo
He wanna eat me out that’s a no-go
Something in my cup that’s a Solo
Only aisle that I walk is the Grammy’s
Told ‘em wasn’t me like I’m Shaggy
You be wearing Givenchy but it’s a hand-me-down
I be laced in leather by McQueen himself, uh

Cut me check
Cop me a Wraith, ah-ha
Stars on the roof
Birkin in my safe, ah-ha
Wrist on a flood
Open the gates
Show me some love
When I step on the stage, uh

I just hopped off a boat in Miami (oh!)
Euphoria face look like I’m Maddy (oh!)
My sugar daddy asking me for candy

Hate me if you must that’s a no no
I be riding round straight slow mo
He wanna eat me out that’s a no-go
Something in my cup that’s a Solo
Only aisle that I walk is the Grammy’s

Told ‘em wasn’t me like I’m Shaggy
You be wearing Givenchy but it’s a hand-me-down
I be laced in leather by McQueen himself, uh
Hundreds in the case
Diamonds on my waist
I ain’t talking Maybelline when I say get up out my face
His type just be the freaks
A Petey Pablo Freek-A-Leek
I ain’t hittin’ on a pretty bitch when I say I wanna peak

I just hopped off a boat in Miami (oh!)
Euphoria face look like I’m Maddy (oh!)
My sugar daddy asking me for candy

Hate me if you must that’s a no no
I be riding round straight slow mo
He wanna eat me out that’s a no-go
Something in my cup that’s a Solo
Only aisle that I walk is the Grammy’s
Told ‘em wasn’t me like I’m Shaggy
You be wearing Givenchy but it’s a hand-me-down
I be laced in leather by McQueen himself, uh

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Erick Morillo: ‘I like to move it’ DJ dead at 49

The internationally acclaimed DJ was facing charges of sexually assault a woman in Miami.

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An underwater webcam in the port of Miami has become a lockdown sensation.

An underwater webcam in the port of Miami has become a lockdown sensation thanks to its tailless star ‘Oval’.

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Blac Chyna – Seen Her Lyrics

[Verse: 1]
Fine China, Chyna doll
I’m just tryna ball, ’till my money gets tall like the china walls
Sorry, if you ain’t getting no views there’s no time to talk
Look, back when I was getting down I ain’t seein no sign of y’all

[Pre-Chorus:]
See money talk bullshit, walk on a toilet roll
Trill bitch, I’m the type you wait your whole life for
See I’m the type of bitch your wifey might just turn dyke for
I’m the type to make your hubby leave you just for one night (oh!)

[Chorus:]
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her

[Refrain:]
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine

[Verse: 2]
Grab that new thing and pull up the dice
I’m swerving round lights in Miami vibes killer way
And f*ck with a broke hoe a sucker say
I’m a star bitch when I’m gon see her it ain’t no cut her wave
Every move I ever make hit the front page
If you ain’t in your bag in the safe you just in the way
I just might roll me up a check and f*ck me up the day
Rich bitch, gotta get it quick, quick on the lay

[Pre-Chorus:]
See money talk bullshit, walk on a toilet roll
Trill bitch, I’m the type you wait your whole life for
See I’m the type of bitch your wifey might just turn dyke for

I’m the type to make your hubby leave you just for one night (oh!)

[Chorus:]
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her

[Refrain:]
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine

[Verse: 3]
Shawty bad hot girls p*ssy smell like dirt
Throewing green money black louie, white fur
Gotta sign on my back that say put the money right here
Gotta sign outside my bruch save y’all fella right here
Shawty bad hot girls p*ssy smell like dirt
Throwing green money black louie, white fur
Gotta sign on my back that say put the money right here
Gotta sign outside my bruch save y’all fella right here

[Chorus:]
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her

[Refrain:]
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine

[Refrain:]
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine

[Outro:]
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her

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Fuerza Regida – Ando Contento Lyrics (feat. Natanael Cano)

[Letra de “Ando Contento” ft. Natanael Cano]

[Verso 1: Fuerza Regida & Natanael Cano]
En carros nuevos siempre ando
Con las puertas de mariposa
Se agüitan porque lo hago mejor
Y porque salí de las calles sin diamantes
Con diamantes aunque les arda
Ahora porque tengo las pacas
La dejas según me conocen
Los billetes ahora están llegando
Yo sé que les está pesando a los lacras
Que según, fueron mis hermanos

[Coro: Fuerza Regida & Natanael Cano]
Pero yo sigo viviendo mi vida loca
Chicago, Nueva York, Miami, muchas morras
Ando contento
Givenchy, Balenciaga ropa, la más cara
Me vio tu hermana y se quedó con las ganas
Ando contento
Y a tu vieja me la llevo
¡Eah!

[Interludio: Fuerza Regida & Natanael Cano]
Y si les queda, pónganse el saco

Pura Fuerza Regida
Y su compa, Natanael Cano, viejones
Yes, jajaja

[Verso 2: Natanael Cano & Fuerza Regida]
Y en restaurantes más finos
Con calamare’ en mi plato
Donde come uno comen todo’
Eso ya está bien comprobado
Si no pregúntele a mi clicka que es mi respaldo

[Coro: Natanael Cano & Fuerza Rgida]
Pero yo sigo viviendo mi vida loca
Chicago, Nueva York, Miami, muchas morras
Ando contento
Givenchy, Balenciaga ropa, la más cara
Me vio tu hermana y se quedó con las ganas
Ando contento
Y a tu vieja me la llevo

[Outro: Natanael Cano & Fuerza Regida]
Yes sir
That’s right
Peace out, fool
Let me know how my dick taste, nigga
¡Ajá!

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Bad Bunny – Bendiciones Lyrics

[Letra de “BENDICIONES”]

[Intro]
Estoy aquí porque Dios tuvo planes conmigo
Gracia’ a ustede’ y a lo’ mío’ soy agradecido
¿Tumbarme a mí? Mis enemigo’ no han podido
Yo estoy bendecío’

[Coro]
Bendicione’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
Chavo’ pa’ to’ el mundo
En el club botella’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
Hasta pa’ los que se viraron y me tiraron
Bendicione’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
Salud y vida pa’ to’ el mundo
En el club botella’ pa’ to’ el mundo, eh
Hasta pa’ los que se viraron y me tiraron

[Verso]
Bendicione’ pa’ to’ los que me maldicen
Y que me perdonen si yo algo le’ hice
No hables de hipocresía, no, que se contradicen
Yo combino las Yeezy, ey, con los día’ grise’
So, no hables de eso, háblame de progreso
Ello’ me sacan el de’o mientra’ yo le’ tiro beso’, ey (Muah)
Mi vida e’ un V.I.P y tu mala vibra no entra aquí
Me estoy cuidando del viru’ y de lo’ envidioso’

Yo sigo siendo el mismo, no me llevo con famoso’, no
Arrebata’o, viendo todo borroso
Gracia’ al sol por otro día hermoso
Que Dios proteja a los niño’ y a lo’ mayore’
A la’ enfermera’ y los doctore’
A Puerto Rico de huracane’ y temblore’
Yo tengo fe de que vendrán día’ mejore’, ey
Y que saldrán nuevo’ colore’
La vida es corta y yo quiero más amores
Por ahora sigo hablando con las flores
Un phillie pa’l estrés y alcohol pa’ los dolores

[Puente]
Y hoy me levanté con gana’ de abrazar a mami
De janguear bien loco por Miami
La felicidad me canceló una cita
Pero siempre doy buena’ vibra’ por si alguien la’ necesita

[Coro]
Bendicione’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
Salud y vida pa’ to’ el mundo
Desde acá un abrazo pa’ to’ el mundo, eh
Hasta pa’ los que se viraron y me tiraron, yeh (Yeh, yeh)

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Two men arrested for murder of Miami girl over Adidas Yeezy shoes

The captain of her school dance team was murdered last week during a botched shoe robbery.

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Pitbull & Stereotypes – Jungle (feat. E-40 & Abraham Mateo) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide!
Abraham Mateo, E-40, Stereotypes that’s the show
I want all the ladies out there
Go ahead and uh, shake what your mama gave ya
(One, two, three, oh)
Talk to ’em like

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
You know I eat it from the roota to the toota
Let me do ya, let me school ya
He may be smooth but I’m smootha
I’m slick Pit ruler, let a slip d*ck through ya
Hit the Virgin Mary from the back
And had her screaming ha "Hallelujah"
The devil’s hot but I’m hotter
Yeah these boys rap, but they say, a whole lotta nada
Me I’m building schools, from Miami to Nevada
Now baby bend over and show me that got it
Off in the Exumas, actin’ a fool
Where the water so clear, b**ch look like a pool
Whoody who, whoody what, who’s f**king you
That would be me, P-I-T

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Verse 2: E-40]
Pushin’ a mainly line, travel the planet solid as granite
Tax a b**ch like a W-9
Move manage, get my mathematics right
Havin’ money, wearin’ a hoodie when it’s sunny
Huddled up in a circle, smoking a mummy
In a luxury scraper or something foreign
Ya b**ch chose me, she said you’re boring
I put a b**ch on restriction, make her sit on the porch
Won’t let her in ’till tomorrow, until the next morning, Mayne
It’s true that I’m chasing time can’t be wastin’ or delaying
My pockets anticipating lump sums
Patiently waiting for my high to come down
And get back to earth
So I can start all over like I rehearsed
Pistol-packing power clatter higher than a cell tower
In her outer space to wasted she owe me, we hella faded
Underrated honey thicker than K. Michelle hella tail
Bokey poking out, hella swell

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Outro: Pitbull]
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)

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2 Chainz – 4 Am (feat. Travis Scott) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

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FUTURE – Drip On Me lyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know I just bought another shovel
This sh*t we buried a lot of bags, you dig?
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter (whatcha doin’)
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I keep a house out in [Denver?] [Ember?] (yeah)
I got them racks in my denim (yeah)
I let my dog out the kennel (swear)
Patek or Phillippe on my drip (drink)
Yeah, yeah, and she don’t want me to sip (pour up, pour up)
It’s too much jealousy, niggas can’t ever be real (can’t)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn’t none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this sh-, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh-, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas, rogue us
Yeah, water me down like Pacific, my watch and my chain, my rings
Yeah, all the drip on me, I had to go change my name (yeah)
I came from Lil Mexico, this sh*t ain’t gon’ ever be the same (Freebandz)
I f*ck her on the every day, but she ain’t gon’ ever get claimed

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m whippin’ the Rover out (skrrt)
I got a plastic FN, a lil’ under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O’s, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat while you rollin’ ’round (gotta repeat)
I’m doin’ the same thing (you dig)
Lickin’ molly like ramen (R.I.P.)
Getting head on the private plane
Cost me 23 thou’ like LeBron James (LeBron James)
Might put me some gators on
And get in the ‘Lac and just blow the brains (blow the brains)
I f*ck on her face
I came fast like when Sonic came, oh, oh
Get on my level, dawg
I just want some rest, I’m just tryna ball
I spend a couple milli’, on my nigga behind the wall (the chain gang)
I teach him the Feds are comin’ (the band gang)
Don’t say nothin’ at all (don’t say nothin’ at all)
I got some chips on me (you dig?)
It’s on my hip on me

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

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FUTURE – All Da Smoke lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

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Future – All Da Smoke lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

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[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

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Future – Drip On Me lyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know I just bought another shovel
This sh*t we buried a lot of bags, you dig?
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter (whatcha doin’)
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I keep a house out in [Denver?] [Ember?] (yeah)
I got them racks in my denim (yeah)
I let my dog out the kennel (swear)
Patek or Phillippe on my drip (drink)
Yeah, yeah, and she don’t want me to sip (pour up, pour up)
It’s too much jealousy, niggas can’t ever be real (can’t)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn’t none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this sh-, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh-, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas, rogue us
Yeah, water me down like Pacific, my watch and my chain, my rings
Yeah, all the drip on me, I had to go change my name (yeah)
I came from Lil Mexico, this sh*t ain’t gon’ ever be the same (Freebandz)
I f*ck her on the every day, but she ain’t gon’ ever get claimed

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[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m whippin’ the Rover out (skrrt)
I got a plastic FN, a lil’ under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O’s, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat while you rollin’ ’round (gotta repeat)
I’m doin’ the same thing (you dig)
Lickin’ molly like ramen (R.I.P.)
Getting head on the private plane
Cost me 23 thou’ like LeBron James (LeBron James)
Might put me some gators on
And get in the ‘Lac and just blow the brains (blow the brains)
I f*ck on her face
I came fast like when Sonic came, oh, oh
Get on my level, dawg
I just want some rest, I’m just tryna ball
I spend a couple milli’, on my nigga behind the wall (the chain gang)
I teach him the Feds are comin’ (the band gang)
Don’t say nothin’ at all (don’t say nothin’ at all)
I got some chips on me (you dig?)
It’s on my hip on me

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

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Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like (Acoustic Remix) (On Charlie Rose) (Live)

Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Go pop it for a player, pop-pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a player, drop-drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies (nope)
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio, serve that scampi
You got it if you want it, got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it, take my wallet if you want it, now

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my fleeka
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything twenty-four karats
Take a look in that mirror (take a look)
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? (is it you?) is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

You say you want a good time
Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind
What’s on your mind
If you want it, girl, come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
What you tryna do

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

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Jacquees – At The Club (feat. Dej Loaf)

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
He said meet me in Miami
Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic
Get used to the whips and the mansions
He ain’t know I was this thick
T-Shirt, Panties
We hit the club together we tip the dancers
Might grab a couple if they really attractive
Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
It’s all up to you
What you wanna do

[Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
I used to love em, leave em
Girl it’s something about you
Think I’ma keep you
Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Let’s take a trip to the other side
Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
You’re a boss I wanna treat you
I know you tired of all the leeches
Girl I’m in love with all your features
And I will love you til your knees weak
It could be simple but it ain’t easy
I know you know what’s up
It’s all on us

[Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
I used to love em, leave em
Boy it’s something bout you
Think I’ma keep you
I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Boy we living lavish kick your feet up

[Bridge: Dej Loaf]
All I wanna do
Is get away with you
You had me at hello, what’s up
What we gonna do when we leave this club

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

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NICKI MINAJ – Big Daddy lyrics

You hear that right there?
That sound like, but that 300 thousand
I’m triple OG in my hood
These hoes call me big daddy

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Standin’ on the corner and stuntin’
That look like I payed like a million for
Blowin’ the money I heard that they askin’ around town what he really worth
My niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first
Now these bitches gon’ get this work
I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt
She Google my net worth, lookin’ like “what is his neck worth?”
My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work
I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work
You niggas so lame that my bitches won’t f*ck unless you cut a check first

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Pulled up in something that look like a million, nigga put me up on
Ain’t gotta sell it, but he say the n*gger a drug that he re-up on
Spur of the moment I ball like Ginobli you bitches get D’ed up on
You mad at me go get mad at your nigga ‘fore I put my sneakers on
He cop me this wrist game, now its just us at the Knicks game
I might have to take him on tour just to f*ck in Australia, Brisbane
Your time is ticking you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids
You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

You bitches ain’t stupid, you bitches ain’t stupid
You bitches ain’t stupid, is you?
Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying
Get this bitch a tissue
For what it’s worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you
I ain’t even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue?

Still on top, pretty bitch gang
Pussy still tight, pistol still bang
Yo nigga call me big mama
Let him eat the n*gger then I dip on him

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

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Rick Ross – Jumping Ship

[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Hoe overboard!)
It’s only one Christopher Colombus
A.k.a The Big Fish
Uhh

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
All blue Ferrari, bitches think it’s crip
I tip the valet then it’s straight to V.I.P
We rocking side to side, just like we in a boat
We moving units and we selling coke
I walk the city like I run the coast
Shorty started swimming when she seen the boat
They jumping ship, shawty jumping ship
We the shit, niggas getting rich
She got a pretty smile and got an ass
Diddy shot, I got Cîroc all in my glass
You deserve a nigga with a yacht
Fat nigga with a lot, yah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
She got her hair down to her ass
King of diamonds, got her throwing cash
It should be a crime, she a dime
Sending pussy pics, that’s all the time
Come to the boss and get your raise
All the hoes hating from a fake page
You the shit, shawty, you the shit
Plead the fifth, they gone plead the fifth
I got your ex liking my pics
Even wrote a comment, life’s a bitch
Life vest, he need a life vest
Yacht club with the pyrex

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Big booty bitches live on the Gram
Big money baller, so they know just who I am
A Lonzo Ball [?]
All the cheerleaders I fuck ’em all
I’m confident I’m wealthy in a nigga afterlife
Rich forever, definition of a sacrifice
So, hold my hand and we can run the world
Loyalty will get you everything that you deserve
I left the Lamborghini in Miami
I took the Wraith with me to Cincinatti
I gotta driver who keep all the sticks
For pussy niggas who be jumping ship

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

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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 – Misunderstood (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
It’s like fuck it, I’m just misunderstood. That’s the story of my life

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 1]
I keep this tool on me like I done turned into a mechanic
I’m a fuckin’ CEO, I don’t need no damn manage
I don’t like no interviews, see y’all don’t speak my language
We can’t hold no conversation, you don’t know what I’m sayin’
She say she wanna know the real me, bitch I am it
Tell the blog "correct that shit," ’cause I ain’t from Miami
I don’t even speak code, when I do, I’m misinterpretated
I don’t even need no surfboard, I’m too fuckin’ wavy
I ain’t take my meds bitch, ’cause I ain’t fuckin’ crazy
Say you thuggin’ a lil’ too hard, life you livin’ dangerous
They don’t see potential, they say I’m a project baby
Just ’cause my dad so goddamn selfish, he ain’t wanna raise me

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 2]
I’m on 18, I’m slangin’ like I’m Peyton Manning
My bitch just told me to be more gentle ’cause I’m too demanding
They say that all my demons seeming but I’m not satanic
And I keep her back wet but shawty ain’t Hispanic
I see you in [?] vision through my Prada lenses
No point in goin’ to school if I’ma keep on jumpin’ fences
The block too hot and that’s the only reason I’m on campus
It’s a pandemonium ridin’ panoramic
Once they let me out of jail I went back to the dentist
I snapped my golds out and flood my gums with VVS’s
Yeah, you listenin’ what I’m sayin’ but you don’t get the message
Did so much dirt I wonder how I still be gettin’ any blessings

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

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Malibu – Desiigner lyrics

Lyrics Desiigner – Malibu

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you (Yeah)
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you.

That nigga drive through with them Challengers
Jump out the window with calibers
I got your b***h in Miami, bruh (Hey)
I got her swallowin’ Xanies, bruh
I got her swallowing Plan B, bruh
Niggas they talk and I smack ’em
Let the geographists map ’em
Then we run up and we clap ’em
In the Bentley, I got mad room
And my driver, he a baboon
Bad b***h with Chanel on
Next to me with her head down
Watch me hit her with the fast moves
Watch me hit her with the mack moves
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now the bed in the bathroom
Gettin’ head in the bathroom
Gettin’ s*x in the bathroom
Special Ed. like the classroom.

We that, we shred
He that, read that
He dead, we clap
You talk, we crack
She trap, she trap
Versuri-lyrics.info
Need that, need pack
She got pounds, hundred bricks
If a nigga need that.

I just f*ckin’ with the vowels
DJ turnin’ up the volume
Made a song called “Slap A Nigga”
Then I put it on the iTunes
Then I put it on my iTunes
Then I put it on my myTunes
You be lookin’ for it, find tunes
You be tryna go to find tunes
I get it on the iTunes
I be gettin’ it on the iTunes
I be chillin’ with the right goons
And they chillin’ with the rice spoons.

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you.

Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench
You niggas
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
I’m ballin’ like it’s
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah.

Money take trips to my avenue, huh
Bullets fly through on my avenue, huh
You gettin’ hit up, they baggin’ you, huh
Take a roundtrip ’round my avenue, huh
I do not know what that dagger do, huh
You do not know what this swagger do
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
I’m in my thoughts, I’m vanishing
I jump off my jet and don’t land it, bruh
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie f*cked, huh
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie f*cked
.., huh
.., huh
(Hey!)

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge youuu.
Desiigner lyrics
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Zoey Dollaz – Bad Tings (Richmix) (feat. Future & Tory Lanez) (M’ap Boule Album)

[Intro: Future]
Drink or smoke
Am I the only one for you?
Its the Richmix
Do I mean everything to you?
Pull up, haha
Am I the only one for you? (drink or smoke)
Future, Hendrix
Do I mean everything to you?
Yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez & Future]
Do you drink or smoke? (drink or smoke)
Pull out pieces, lookin’ like I’m whippin’ dope (whippin’ dope)
You can tell them fuck niggas, I’m with this smoke (With this smoke)
Shawty, came around, she on a new pretty (new pretty)
Spent like 60 thousand, on some new titties (skrr, skrr, switch it up)

[Chorus: Future]
All boss bitches, for my boss team (boss team)
I see bad things on a good girl (good girl)
All want honors, for my bad team (bad team)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz & Future]
New louboutin for my bad ting
Felipe and Mcqueen, thats a cash ting (cash ting)
Do you drink or do you smoke (do you smoke)
Do you take Molly? or play with your nose (your nose)
See this Lamborghini (skrr, skrr)
Blue paint, wet look like it’s a blue Martini (splash)
We be down on Collins, when we in Miami (in Miami)
Top down, shawty, said that "I ain’t got no panties"
Wait, switch, switch it up
Look, thats a bad ting, with a bad ting
You see how many bad tings, cash brings?
Shawty, you know that I’m lovin’ the way you movin’ that body
Said them jeans fit on you like Pirellis on a new Bugatti (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Said them jeans fit on you like Pirellis on a new Bugatti (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Shawty, do you got a man? (got a man)
Do he take you shoppin’, do he drop them bands? (drop them bands)
Christmas gift wrapped, bow tie on them brand new Benz (ooh)
Never felt this feelin’ before (true)
Are you rollin’ and rollin’ and rollin’ like you on a boat
Never been with a real one (real one)
Red bottom like you gon’ kill some’ (kill some’)
Giuseppe shoes with the gold on it (ooh)
You a bad ting for real hun (for real hun)
You a bad ting for real hun (real hun, real hun)
Shawty, tell me

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Do you drink or smoke?
Do you shop in Paris, like you in Dubai? (pull up)
All of them different bags, must stay stuntin’ (must be designer)
Can you cop a ‘rari, or switch a private plane (skrr, switch it up)

[Hook: Future ]
All boss bitches, doin’ boss things (boss things)

[Verse 2 : Tory Lanez ]
Do Céline shoppin’ that some mad ting
We all know Toronto, got the bad tings
All bad bitches, talkin’ bad tings
Whippin’ on the 40, talkin’ mad tings
So, when I pull up in Miami
Bad bitches callin’ me daddy
Pourin’ that Dirty Diana, yeah
Putting a 4 in the liter
She got me goin’ I’m leanin’
Shawty you know that I seem it

[Bridge: Future]
Am I the only one for you?
Do I mean everything to you?

[Verse 3: Future]
Swap out your Gucci for coochie
All of my good ones wear Louis
Harder you go, the more money you get
The more money you get, the more shit you could go buy
You grind the way to the top
That pussy good that’s why you rise
I filled out your watches (wise)
Got rich, and bought the whole block I grew up on
That’s how you do it
Chanel and those Berkins, you hate the influence
Right talkin’ money, talkin’ she speakin’ it fluent
I’m working that wood, she know how to do it

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Do you drink or smoke?
Do you shop in Paris, like you in Dubai? (pull up)
All of them different bags, must stay stuntin’ (must be designer)
Can you cop a ‘rari, or switch a private plane (skrr, switch it up)

[Chorus: Future]
All boss bitches, doin’ boss things (boss things)
All boss bitches for my boss team (boss team)
I see bad things on a good girl (good girl)
All want honors, for my bad team (bad team)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Future]
Te-te-tell me you don’t wanna test the prototype (prototype)
Get back out to sleep, ’cause you the photo type (photo type)
Do you fuck with locos? Are you takin’ flight?
Can we go home and make love tonight?
Can you get drunk with a bad bitch, right?
All want honors, for my bad teams
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Money Man – Conceited (Secret Society Album)

[Hook]
Lil Momma body conceited
Fuck them vouches I ain’t need em
These niggas flaw I could read em
These niggas ain’t slick I could c em
No I’m not lucci but wish me well
I had to make a living from a bail
I had to make a living from the scale
I had to overnight it in the mail
Lil momma body conceited
I read her like telekinesis
? Spraying we eating
I cut em off he was leaching
No I’m not lucci but wish me well
I had to make a living from a bail
I had to make a living from the scale
I had to overnight it in the mail

[Verse]
She tryna ride a nigga like a scooter
She tryna ride a nigga like a uber
I stay prepared I ride around with shooters
I’m talking plugs all over the country
I ain’t just talking bout no rap money
Look at her body damn the shit amazing
I’m in Miami cooling with some Hatians
You talking numbers then we understanding
You talking money you talking a nigga language
She want a nigga to come and jump inside
Drop off a package than I gotta slide
I’m on the road too much a nigga tired
She tryna come and eat a nigga alive
I heard you took from your own homie
12 kicked the door and then posed on me
I told my niggas don’t fold on me

[Hook]
Lil Momma body conceited
Fuck them vouches I ain’t need em
These niggas flaw I could read em
These niggas ain’t slick I could c em
No I’m not lucci but wish me well
I had to make a living from a bail
I had to make a living from the scale
I had to overnight it in the mail
Lil momma body conceited
I read her like telekinesis
? Spraying we eating
I cut em off he was leaching
No I’m not lucci but wish me well
I had to make a living from a bail
I had to make a living from the scale
I had to overnight it in the mail

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2 Chainz & Travis Scott – 4 AM (On DAMN Tour) (Live)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas, yeah
Ride with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (its lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crew neck
Ooh, on a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ Tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Trench God, drench God, really
Represent and we the squad, really
TEC got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a truck with the extra
Might use the legs for a necklace

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

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Rick Ross – Kyrie (Geechi Liberachi Album)

[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

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Rick Ross – Dead Presidents (Geechi Liberachi Album)

Rather you than me
If you’ve been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
Ain’t nun’ changed nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser, maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it

I’m pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics
Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can’t trust no people fucking with the Reverend
I got a chopper, boy don’t make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and know the password
Gave me his blessings, boy I’m hotter than the last verse

Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
The murder’s on the news, all front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
I’m in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face

Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga
Loafers and the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that’s what my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah that’s what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it’s Amsterdam
Dope boy Prez, you know who got the troops
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never ride dirties in the extra car

Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

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Lyrics

Tyler The Creator – Droppin’ Seeds (feat. Lil Wayne) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
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