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SpotEmGottem & Mulatto – Beat Box (Big Latto Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Mulato]
Yeah, yeah, this shit exclusive
Big Latto

[Verse 1: Mulato]
I told ya I’m that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
I’m outside swinging sticks, I ain’t talkin’ top golf
I been killin’ features, I’m on everythin’ like hot sauce
So don’t act like I ain’t been that bitch since I popped off
Big chains hang around me, loitering, wifey bring, them pointers in (Ice)
Show ’em, the end of the road, I ain’t into turnin’ boys to men
Walk through, there’s forty bands, red bottoms like Toya man (Yeah)
Who cut a nigga off quicker than me? Shit, not even Lori can (On God)
Who she think she is? She don’t win big, so well, bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches ain’t on shit but dick, I’m pullin’ triggers, not no wigs (Yeah)
Latto that, Latto this (Ha), tryna figure out my biz (Yeah)
Tell the blogs when they speak on Latto, don’t forget the Big
Higher than them tree tops (Yeah), bitch thinkin’ she hot (What?)
AP scally bust down (Ice), long way from them G-Shocks
Your fave is a freak thot (On God), no walls, sheet rocks
Told you he don’t eat, but to this pussy he gon’ beatbox
Ha, on God
This shit just too motherfuckin’ easy
Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin’ everything motherfuckin’ big
I’m the biggest, ha

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, ridin’ with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherfuckin’ heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can’t fuck wit’ her no more, that lil’ bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I’m thinking that’s something you need to know
I’m smooth and I’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin’ my song, I got her takin’ off her thong
I’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
I’m kickin’ shit like Jackie Chan ’til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this bitch regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

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Reh Dogg – That Is Real Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah
One love
Yall should step out of the way
Real OG coming through
Here I go

(Verse)
Big Art from NC have no common sense yeah hell he has no damn sense
Put him on my label white dude think he can blow up overnight
Honestly he wasn’t bright smoke too much 420 no brains inside his head is empty
Damn he want to threaten me I’m pretty sure he don’t know me If he knew me he wouldn’t threaten me
I don’t think he knows what i got tell them niggas try and test he knows that he’s gonna die
Don’t ask God why cause you tried to test the OG and now you’re twenty feet under ya heard me

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Verse)
Yeah I keep to myself yo most times I chill by myself attack me I will defend myself
Tried to teach him how to do hard work but Big Art was just a jerk
Most of his songs laced with profanity he thought that made him better than me
Create your beats and see how you do B you just don’t even understand
Bet millions that you’d suck at it though he had no respect so i give you none in return
I’m serious I’m not playing Big Art in NC stay away If you knew what was good for you
Understand I’m warning you

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that

That is real

(Verse)
Big Art you have no common sense hell the nigga have no sense at all
Went to put him on my label white dude want to blow up overnight
Honestly has was not too bright smoke too much 420 in his brain is empty
He had the nerves to threaten me I’m pretty sure that this nigga didn’t know me
I don’t understand why he want to come at me like that he don’t know that it’s a known fact
I got my baseball bat and I don’t need that cause I fight him with my brains cause he don’t have any
He’s insane white dude smoke too much chill

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Verse)
Most times I stick to myself most times I chill by myself attack me I’ll defend myself
Tried to teach this nigga hard work Big Art you are just a jerk
Most times your lyrics were laced with profanity you thought that made you better than me
Create your own beats and shoot your own video yo

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Outro)
Yeah real talk you can’t compete at this level
You tried don’t give up though you’ll make it someday
Actually hell no I don’t think so
Ha ha ha ha ha

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Playboi Carti – King Vamp Lyrics

[Intro]
Slatt, slatt
Yeah (Oh, bitch, slatt)
Rockstar bitch, you already know that
Yeah (Slatt), ayy, okay
Slatt, slatt (Yeah), slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt (Yeah), slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah), yeah
What? What? (Whole Lotta Red)
Yeah

[Chorus]
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that’s me
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that’s me

[Post-Chorus]
I’m a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can’t sleep
I’m a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can’t sleep
I fly in the sky, I got wings on my feet
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it’s time to creep
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it’s time to creep
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it’s time to creep

[Verse]
Zombie
Uh, shawty told me that she been lookin’ for me (Talkin’ ’bout me, talkin’ ’bout)
Bitch, I meant wildin’ on it
I been ballin’ harder since the death of Kobe
I’m so close to the fire, I got no sleep
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (Show what?)
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me
I just called my label up, I think they owe me (I don’t care)

I just called my label up, I think they owe me (Yeah, racks)
I been on the codeine (Yeah, red)
I been movin’ slowly (Whole lotta red)
Can’t let a nigga hold me
Bitch, I’m a OG
I got older, I got bright
I got older, I got wise
I got older, I got wise
I got fat pockets, but my jeans tight (Tight, tight)
Keep that gun on me, bitch, I won’t fight (Pop it)
Keep that stick on me, bitch, I won’t fight, yeah

[Chorus]
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that’s me
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P (What? What? Go, what?)
Yeah, that’s me

[Post-Chorus]
I’m a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can’t sleep
I’m a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can’t sleep
I fly in the sky, I got wings on my feet
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it’s time to creep
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it’s time to creep
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it’s time to creep

[Outro]
(What? What? What? What?)
(What? What? What? What?)
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it’s time to creep
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it’s time to creep, yeah
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it’s time to creep, yeah

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Djonga – HAT TRICK Lyrics (feat. Coyote Beatz)

[Letra de "HAT-TRICK" com Djonga]

[Verso 1]
Falo o que tem que ser dito
Pronto pra morrer de pé, pro meu filho não viver de joelho
Cê não sabe o que é acordar com a responsa
Que pros menor daqui eu sou espelho
É, cada vez mais objetivo
Pra que minhas irmãs deixem de ser objeto
E parece que liberaram o preconceito
Pelo menos antigamente esses cuzão era discreto, ó
Três anos, três grandes obras
E ninguém sabe o que tava pegando lá em casa
Então lave a boca pra falar de mim
O que me fez chorar, num foi a morte do Mufasa
Eu sou a volta por cima
Uma explosão em expansão igual o Big Bang
Eu sou um moleque igual esses outros moleque
Que a única diferença que não esquece de onde vem
Eu peço a bênção pra sair e pra chegar
Não canto de galo nem no meu terreiro
Honra com os adversários na luta
Porra, eu sou filho de São Jorge guerreiro
Mente fria, sangue quente
Paralisam do meu lado, choque térmico
Quando saí prometi que não voltava com menos que o mundo
Tá aí mãe, o que cê quer, pô?
[Refrão]
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Me considero assim, pois só ando entre reis e rainhas, rá rá
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Me considero assim porque…

[Verso 2]
Eu fiz geral enxergar em 3D
Deus, o diabo e Djonga, pô
Bitch, please, não rouba minha onda, ô
Que os mesmo 90 minutos
Não te faz suar igual quem joga e tem raça, hahaha
Da terra onde nada vira, um mano do nada vira
A maior referência de um jogo onde saber quem joga mais
Vale mais do que pôr comida no prato
Dinheiro é bom
Melhor ainda é se orgulhar de como tu conquistou ele (É)
Aquelas coisas, né, o que se aprende no caminho importa mais do que a chegada
Isso te faz seguir real, igual um filme de terror na direção de Jordan Peele
Aquelas coisa, né, quem vai com muita sede ao pote, tá sempre queimando largada
É pra nós ter autonomia, não compre corrente, abra um negócio
Parece que eu tô tirando, mas na real tô te chamando pra ser sócio
Pensa bem, tira seus irmão da lama, sua coroa larga o trampo
Ou tu vai ser mais um preto que passou a vida em branco?
[Refrão]
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô

Abram alas pro rei, ô
Me considero assim, pois só ando entre reis e rainhas, rá rá
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Me considero assim, pois só ando entre reis e…

[Verso 3]
Lanço aqueles sons que você arrepia toda vez que ouve
Olha os playboy gritando que o Djonga é o mais OG
Poupe-me, poupe-me, é
Me desculpe aí
Mas não compro seu processo de embranquecimento de MC
Eu sigo falando o que vejo
Tem uns irmão que tá falando o que essa mídia quer ouvir
Alguns portais nem me citam, é que eu já ultrapassei, pô
Competições pra ganhar do bonde, não sejam tão trapaceiros
Perca pra um grande adversário, não pra sua incompetência
Um castelo de areia não suporta o tsunami
Ponha a mão na consciência
É, e dizem que união de preto é quadrilha, pra mim é tipo um santuário
Quem pensa diferente, sanatório
Se junta Brown e Negra Li temos um relicário
É, num é porque agora eu tô de tênis, mas a real é que deixei vários no chinelo
A real é que mostramo o que era bom pr'uma estrutura que tava sem critério, hey
[Ponte]
Nas favela do brasa é tudo nosso
Entre o bem e o mal é tudo nosso
E é tudo nosso, e é tudo nosso
E tem os irmão que é só negócio, hey
Fala que a voz dos preto é tudo nosso
Na paz ou na guerra, é, é tudo nosso
E é tudo nosso, e é tudo nosso
Quem tá contra tá mandado

[Saída]
O dedo, desde pequeno geral te aponta o dedo
No olhar da madame eu consigo sentir o medo
Cê cresce achando que é pior que eles
Irmão, quem te roubou te chama de ladrão desde cedo
Ladrão, então peguemos de volta o que nos foi tirado
Mano, ou você faz isso
Ou seria em vão o que os nossos ancestrais teriam sangrado
De onde eu vim quase todos dependem de mim
Todos temendo meu não, todos esperam meu sim
Do alto do morro, rezam pela minha vida
Do alto do prédio, pelo meu fim
Ladrão
No olhar de uma mãe eu consigo entender o que pega com o irmão
Tia, eu vou resolver seu problema
Eu faço isso da forma mais honesta
E ainda assim vão me chamar de ladrão
Ladrão

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Lil’ Duke – Most Wanted Lyrics (feat. Peewee Longway & Offset)

[Intro]
Tryna get through
Smokin’ rapper f*ck
Do right get you some sacks

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
All of my whole life I been waiting on this moment
And why the hell you rented something so cheap
You coulda owned it
And my niggas got felonies man all them niggas wanted
I could take on whatever in front of me show me my opponent
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted

[Verse 1: PeeWee Longway]
They posting my face up on corners, Americas Most Wanted
I’m ready to take my opponent
Trappin’ the pack on the corner, OG gas
Most of my niggas we felons for intent to distribute them onions we workin’ our bag
Keepin’ it blue crippin’ trap with the rag
Americas most wanted for trap and dab
Dope in my Rollie leaving out that lab
Arabian bitch pulling up in the lab
Been waitin’ on my moment
Got a head chopper can’t wait to use
In the traphouse I went undisuputed
Take that lil’ bitch make a movie
Stuff crust up the bitch with 2 gram doobies
Make that bitch spit up loogies
We chewin’ on my shrooms, hallucinating
Cavalli my body, moon shades
Longway be kickin’ and pimpin’ like he from the bay
Forever most wanted, paper cuts thumbin’ through hundreds

[Chorus: Lil Duke & Offset]
All of my whole life I been waiting on this moment
And why the hell you rented something so cheap
You coulda owned it
And my niggas got felonies man all them niggas wanted
I could take on whatever in front of me show me my opponent
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted

Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted (Uh, oh)
Americas most wanted (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
How does it feel to be stuck in this situation where you can’t even elevate
My niggas on go they accelerate
A million two cups I’ma celebrate
When I’m droppin’ the top off the ‘Rari
I’m sippin’ on Actavis I’m good on Bacardi
Look at the haters through my Cartiers (See ya)
Dab up on that bitch like I’m from Bel Air
I know that you thinkin’ that it ain’t fair
Because all of my niggas flexin’ Ric Flair
You don’t want war, I declare
My niggas with me, hood affair
Running through the lobby trappin’ broccoli
Come through the bitch and countin’ up monopoly
Most of my niggas coming from the poverty
We seen it coming took the opportunity

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
I know how to whip a whole well
Trappin’ and servin’ the fish scale
All ’bout a work and I don’t need a scale
Coming in 50 pounds, kilo bales
I’m so on point no nail
Promethazine with codeine got me movin’ like a snail
Only run with big dogs, p*ssy nigga be well
Now its Rollies 40 pointers VVS’s, big stones

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
All of my whole life I been waiting on this moment
And why the hell you rented something so cheap
You coulda owned it
And my niggas got felonies man all them niggas wanted
I could take on whatever in front of me show me my opponent
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted

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Mac Dre – Da Real Deal Lyrics (feat. Dubee)

[Intro: Dubee]
Yeah doe, bitch
The motherf*cking Crestside is up in the building
You know we tearing shit up like this, man
‘Cause you know, I’m first up to bat
I’m gonna start this shit like this here
So check it out, Foreezy

[Verse 1: Dubee]
Now I’mma crack my heem, twist my blunt
But you know MD and Sugawolf ain’t know punk
Bringing it to ya, kick the really real to confool ya
Crestside pound, with style, and I’m the ruler
Riggity-rough and tough, strap 4-5’s and stuff
In that niggity-North Pole is where you’re finding us
Do it matter? Nope, we international
And boat super spokes while we smashing ho’s
From deep in the east or even New York
I bet I got that Cali indo to smoke
Creeping tailored, talking more shit than a sailor
Twisting Backwood blunts can’t f*ck with Vega’s
Now the ho’s say a Nigga ain’t shit, but I’m raw
Sharpshoot a saw, and put the grip in they jaw
Now what you thought? We chasing up some
Check a trump put that dump with my dump gun
Come from the Country Club Creeznest
Killer affiliated so I [?] by request
A nigga show my tactics
And eat up with a little [?] in this here rap shit

[Verse 2: Mac Dre]
Well here’s a little something about a nigga like me
Young silky, R-O-M-P
Super fly lavish, Creesy savage
Love Kool-aid, neck bones and cabbage
Be in the cut, smoking the chronic
Nigga couldn’t see me with a high bionic
Drink Micky not Miller, cold cot dealer
Got more ho’s then they got in Chachilla
Super bad peela, got’s to have skrilla
Bitch treat a nigga like I’m a mad killa
No man lying incarceration
Read to the general population
Silky, slim like Penny, smooth like Remy
But y’all don’t hear me
Pockets so fat that I walk with a limp
And I’m doing big things with that Sugawolf Pimp

[Hook: Dubee]
We bout our money, get our paper
Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers
All you baller haters can’t f*ck with the real deal
‘Cause the real deal get real skreal
And we rolling with out the windmills
We bout our money, get our paper
Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers
All you baller haters can’t f*ck with the real deal
‘Cause the real deal get real skreal
And we rolling with out the windmills

[Verse 3: Dubee]
Now what if I whip the truck and twist a sack of some of that dosha
I’m nothing soldier, f*ck with me and I’ll fold ya
So trick don’t get it twisted, I spit that potent pimp shit
f*ck with an OG pro up on the floor and get your bitch lipped
Party like I’m faded, ’cause I be captivating
Player haters who hate these players who fly without a cape
Now when a soldier skip to the rescue
I’m out with a gat in the Crest fool
[?] I whip then dip ’cause nigga that’s what the cess do
So improve your macking skills, f*ck Jack and Jill
I’m all about my skrill deal, so these real niggas feel me
OG game pumping up through my blood
So twist a twap sack and burn it down to the nub
We roll on Vogues and thang, it will be [?] to them 15’s
Keep heat in your seat, clip in your shit, make sure your shit clean
Show no fear, call about this here
90’s game so I maintain, steady Bogarding like a beer
And I swear on purple hair dosha dank that got me buzzing
Folks [?] so I know there ain’t no love
In this environment, it’s just retirement
When folks f*ck with that heat and get burnt by the fire, bitch

[Verse 4: Mac Dre]
We putting that Country Club Crestside for shows
Love to choke, 420 smoke
That’s dank, you ain’t knowing? Ride Regals
My compadre cuddie, my amigo
I’m 24 Karat Bay Area road
And 707 is the area code
Popping like Jiffy, butter like Skippy
Old school like Rodney Allen Ripley
Hit me with your wide receiver
Million dollar man like that fool [?]
Never had a dog that didn’t get down
Never had a broad that didn’t kick down
Dick down, top notch [?]
Double down heels when I tap that ass
Making my cash, selling my game
I don’t think they know mayne, tell ’em how we swang

[Hook: Dubee]
We bout our money, get our paper
Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers
All you baller haters can’t f*ck with the real deal
‘Cause the real deal get real skreal
And we rolling with out the windmills
We bout our money, get our paper
Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers
All you baller haters can’t f*ck with the real deal
‘Cause the real deal get real skreal
And we rolling with out the windmills

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Mistah F.a.b. – Where You At Lyrics (feat. The Jacka)

[Intro]
Uh, The Jacka
(I know you know, ayy)
Uh, Remy (J)
Love you, bruh, ‘preciate this one
(I know they know what this is)
TT3, uh

[Chorus: The Jacka]
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Uh, still in the trenches with the killers and the dealers
And the dopeboys post on the corner
And for a rock, man a knock, he’ll give you his droptop
I rock it, that’s a loner
Call them dope fiend rentals, knocked out like dope fiend dentals
If don’t nobody know you on the spot then you ain’t official
You can ask the OGs, you can ask the young G’s
Everybody know me, ball like Kobe
Dirt by my lonely, need no codeine
Watched my daddy get high, damn near OD’d
He off that heron stick, I’m off that syrup and shit
I used to pour it, tap it, mix it and sip
Grab a Sprite, make sure you mix it right
Roll a little blunt of that Kryptonite
You know I’m on like shit tonight
Got Oops with me, so I ain’t slippin’, right
I miss The Jack, this a fact
Damn, wish I really could get him back
But it’s shit like that that really hit like that
When you really dwellin’ where them killers at
Where them niggas at, and them drillers at
And them flippers at, that be flippin’ packs
Man, I grew up, yeah, with them powder heads
That be gettin’ high and they be sniffin’ sacks
They double up and then dippin’ back
Got the hammer on him, he’ll split his hat
Don’t care how hard it get, real niggas know the script, don’t never rat

[Chorus: The Jacka]
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Hard to be humble in this jungle when these animals free
Where niggas don’t move their lips and if it’s beef, that cannon gon’ speak

Tryna make an animal of me, but I got handles in these streets
A dog-eat-dog-eat world, that’s why sometimes gotta Hannibal these G’s
I shed tears for all my thugs that’s no longer here and they’re gone
If I could call Heaven, man, I swear I’d get The Jack on the phone
Put my mama on speaker, raised by the dope fiends and tweakers
I knew my nigga didn’t wanna do it, but he needed them sneakers
Grew up in houses that was cold, stayin’ quiet, that’s the code
Where I’m from, some never grow, still on the corner at 40 years old
Dressin’ like a young nigga, pants on sag
With a mouth full of rocks or a bundle in a bag
And the old nigga mad ’cause the lil’ nigga savv’
So he try to steal his stash and he wanna stop his cash
Then the lil’ nigga flash and he go and get his Gat
And the nigga told him, “Bruh, give that nigga a pass”
But the lil’ nigga mad and he ’bout to go back
And he shot four shots to the OG’s ass
And that’s how it go where I’m from
But you wouldn’t know where I’m from
If you don’t come to the slums
Where they be killin’ for crumbs

[Chorus: The Jacka]
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
And all he know is murder, all he know is kill
Raised around on fake shit, he don’t even know what’s real
Nah, he don’t even know his dad, heard the nigga took a deal
15 locked down in the Pen, tryna wait for an appeal
My lil’ nigga poppin’ pills, all prescriptions, though
And when he pop a pill, he get to trippin’, though
Put the Xan off in the bowl, get to flashin’ on this four
Sippin’ syrup and he sniffin’ coke
Robbin’ niggas, make ’em hit the floor
Off them Percocets, he become a threat
And now nobody trust him on the set
Stripped the dice game the other night
Took his chain right off his neck
But he on that bully shit, and young niggas ain’t goin’ for it, though
‘Cause no bullies last where I’m from, cuz
Lil’ nigga like he got us f*cked up, nigga, tough luck

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Taysav – Shark Tunes Lyrics

[Verse]
Late nights on that corner used to be everything
They done took away everything from my niggas
Gotta make a way for my niggas
I know Pappy with me in spirit, but that still ain’t good enough
But it’s good enough for them tools bustin’ your moves bust, but that’s stupid stuff
I’m tryna make it out this hellhole, that’ll be the day that hell froze
‘Cause you niggas dumb, brought the devil out
Might as well of brought your shovel out
‘Cause your soul and body goin’ underground, I don’t f*ck around
Hundred bands, that’s nothin’ now
I’ma probably spend it at the summer now, on a summer house
I miss some niggas that’s missing
Step out the frame, take yourself out the picture
Now tell me if you see what’s bigger
Tell me if you see a million
Pappy he gave me the vision
He told me to make sure the fans see the riches
To be out of town f*ckin’ all of they bitches
And pull out the lot bearin’ all of the business
He told me to make sure OG get a mansion
Look after my sister Tamryn
Give her bread just to manage
Give him some bread just to jack it
Go ‘head and splash it, we poppin’ tags ’cause we never had it
I just wanna live lavish, twenty mil in the stash like nigga we made it
I’m feelin’ great but I wanna feel better so I’m gettin’ faded
Perc-30’s I’m takin’, Backwoods what I’m facin’, we done upgraded
Came a long way from not havin’ cable, food on the table
I just want to do better, so in this shit I can’t let up
My own brother got wet up
How do you think that I feel? p*ssy I want to go kill
Thinkin’ like why the f*ck would I chill, if that’s my blood gettin’ spilled, huh?

You niggas don’t know that feeling
You don’t know about stashin’ poles in the ceiling
You don’t know about on the pole in the winter
When a nigga try to leave you froze in December
You don’t know about neck shots in September
It’s a whole lot of shit we don’t talk about
Free the guys locked up, can’t wait ’til they walkin’ out
Them is my dogs and we got lots to bark about
Broad day, night time, we’ll spark it out
I’ll show you what the sharks about
I’ll show you what the boys from the park about
I’ll show you how to blow when I hawk you down
It don’t even feel the same when I walk around ’cause I miss my niggas
On the other side pullin’ them triggers
Poppin’ though like they were that nigga, now you gone
Soon as we hop out I’m already blowin’
Soon as I’m blowin’ I’m already scorin’
Soon as I’m scorin’ I’m already runnin’ out
Shots in his face, like I told you don’t f*ck around
Lil nigga now what?
Me and gang roll him up in a fat blunt
Me and Lu slide down with the gats up
If a nigga ain’t dead, better act slumped
Free the gang for the work, that’s Spazz Out
That’s Shotta plus Lil Steve be back down
Couple days Big (?) be back down
Couple months, Leeky Leek be back down
I don’t know how to act now
So I’m ridin’ with the MAC now
If you try to run, blow his back out
f*ck around, ran up twenty-three racks now
Gonna go blow that, two or three bags now
Glock-22 got twenty-three, back down
‘Fore you get sat down, I got a sack now
I shop at Saks now, I’m throwin’ racks now
Missing my niggas, I wish I was back now, gang

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G Herbo – Man Now

[Intro]
Uhh
You know I come from a city of sorrow, man
Ugly introduction, red snow
Heartaches, heartbreaks, headache, look

[Verse 1]
Growin’ up it wasn’t no joke, ‘member all we had was hope
Nigga all we did was soak, no detergent, wasn’t no soap
I caught on to my environment, I had to, I had to grow
Thought she asked if could see, but she really want some smoke
I’ve been stepped on, pushed over, pissed at, shot
I’ve been bitch slapped, only by the police with my handcuffs
I’ve been spit at, smell the piff’ all on me, know you got it
Where that shit at?
In the back seat of the Crown, thinkin’ ’bout my homie Kobe
Why you walk off from the crowd? Bro you let me down
‘Member mornings, I’d call you ’til you pour me up
Even though I’m broke as fuck, bro know you never let me down
Why you let me down? (why you let me down?)
See me countin’ all these racks, you lookin’ at me now
See me fuckin’ off at Sak’s, in and out Maybachs
Most of all ain’t like these actors, lying in all they raps
Ooh I’m nothing like these rappers, lining all the acts
I spit all the facts

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out it’s dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancin’
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

[Verse 2]
I’m that nigga’ now, don’t roll no Swishers now
I’ma spend at least 250 when I’m gettin’ high
‘Member drinkin’ up six ounces just to get me by
I stopped sippin’ on the deuce, that shit wasn’t gettin’ me high
Now I’m riding to the clip, jumpin’ on G5’s
‘Member puttin’ on the 15, rollin’ up three fives
‘Member doing shows and features, splittin’ it with my guys
Stickin’ to the G-code, didn’t see nothin’ wrong in my eyes
I looked the devil right in the eyes and saw my niggas die
Can’t get caught at the light, I wrote that song and I cried
I ain’t emotional, you know me, that’s another joint for Kobe
Smokin’ 50 grams of OG, 420 just for brodie
I’ma wish you happy b-day, tell the world to smoke the dodi
Look like everyday our birthday, Dolce, Louie, ‘Sace, Balmain
Bitches wanna’ tag alongside, your little hoe got all the jaw game
She want me to fuck it raw, gang, I ain’t trying fuck at all, gang

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

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Big K.R.I.T. – Keep The Devil Off

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Verse 1]
I was born on the south side of the moon
Country boy did this big from the bottom of the map
To the top of the mountain, pimpin’ I’m on the move
I’m in the groove, on the late night
I make the move if the play right
You ain’t seen it like I seen it
My vision nowadays ’bout as bright as the daylight
Supernova
I made a strong foundation outta all these boulders I carry
I ran them snakes in my yard
And you were tuckin’ your tail, actin’ all scared

[Bridge]
We ain’t cut from that cloth (well)
I paid in gold what I bought (well)
I ran circles ’round y’all
And never ever, ever got caught (woo)

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Verse 2]
I was born underneath the pecan tree (pecan tree)
With the soul of giant and the heart of a lion
But now world couldn’t wait for an OG
I was creepin’, crawlin’, fallin’ out the shack
Backwards slippin’ upward through the crack
Now I creep in storage where you want to be
But barely get to see but never ever at paid for
I made more than they thought I would on my tax
I mix the candy with the grain
And the soul with the swang and the bang
And that’s called bounce

[Bridge]
We ain’t cut from that cloth (well)
I paid in gold what I bought (well)
I ran circles ’round the non believers, the feds, the people
And never got caught (woo)

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Refrain]
(Keep the devil off) keep the devil off
(keep the devil off, devil off, devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
Keep the devil off (keep the devil off, devil off, devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Keep the devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Ah, ah, ah)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Keep the devil off)
Lord, be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

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The Underachievers – Packs

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Backseat, riding with the trays, rock bottom
That’ll turn that nigga to a ghost
Ain’t no love in my city, straight drugs in my city
Niggas walk around this shit, no hope
Gotta keep the gang here with me, anything hold fifty
Niggas wanna bang, want no smoke
Nigga had the cash out, silly, bought the bag out with me
Nigga tryna stack, show you how it go
Follow my eyes, shit gon’ be right on the prize
Repping the set with the gods
Split up them pods
Run up the check to get high
Fuck it, my nigga, we crying
Out of my mind, most of these niggas is lying
All of my shit a design
Look at me shine, nigga might hit a few lines
Then I might bang on your dime
Do it, I hope
You do me, Peter Pan, four in my liter, man
Repping the coast
All of my hitters bang, run up and get your man
Word to my bros
Flexing on Instagram, made over insta-fame
Blowing my dope
Punching up instant bands, move like the Crip in gangs
Taking those shorts
Jedi, I came with the force
Roll up and spark up the torch
Enter the corpse, pouring some liquor for cous’
This for the niggas we lost
Don’t trap on the corner, killers is in the town
Nigga not ducking ’round
Fuck with the growers, hit me, I need your loud
Shipping, you get your pounds

[Hook: Issa Gold, AK The Savior]
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
Call me the pack-tifist, smoke hella weed
Travel all through the atlas and planting my seeds
Grew to a money tree, as it should be
Got some young niggas gunning while on LSD
They want my hundreds, start hitting the bitch
When I open like auras, she thought I was cute
Hold up, now you retreat
Make you bow to the feet
I ain’t rocking designer, red bottom my speaker
Don’t get your people annihilated
Sip the sap and my pupils be dilated
I reside in the group with the finest ladies
Free my mind now I move with no limitations
We just demonstrating, dollars circulate
Blowing recreation, pussy penetrate
Ain’t no fucking trophies when you in the grave
Throw your girl emoji, she just give me face
Never gave me faith, had to push it in place
Manifested my future on daily basis
Getting stoned like Medusa, ’bout getting paper
Cop a P, then we move it, don’t tell the neighbors
Only blow OG, that potent flavor
Nigga, roll me a dollie and then I face it
Wrap that shit tight so they cannot trace it
Fed Ex sent me a text that the package made it

[Hook: Issa Gold, AK The Savior]
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

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Starlito & Don Trip – Untitled No Hook

[Verse 1: Starlito]
I lost what was left to lose
Privacy, sanity, thirty day spent about 90Gs gambling
Grind like I’m famished
Still ride with them hammers
Try to understand me
Man I’m just tryna provide for my family
My lil cousin in college she need tuition and books
The niggas you hustle with probably won’t even put shit on your books
That’s why I move different like bishops and rooks
Keep a tool with me I’m cool with being misunderstood
I got street credit and I’m also rich in the hood
But you can keep that and I traded my OG status
I just wanna be happy fuck around with these rappers
They just selling dreams you get a syrup and a weed happy
Endured a loss just keep stacking, stashing for a rainy day
Strapped when I’m in traffic
And I ain’t playing just like a rain delay
War torn from the game I ain’t ashamed but I remain this way
Learn from all my pain because it’s lame to make the same mistakes
‘Lito

[Interlude: Starlito]
I mean we don’t have
Like we’re not so similar like
There people like I mean we have different habits
We have different ways of doing things
But when you put us in the room with a mic and a console
You know it’s clock work
So I think with that film that was the other thing
Like those guys play by their own rules
And they did what made sense to them
And that was the strength of their bond
Lito

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
You know you can count on me like a mathematician
If it’s ’bout cash I’m with it, I never slack to get it
Long as my casket empty
Niggas say my name in one of his raps I’m ready to slap ’em silly
I got a clapper with me
And it got a back up with it, that got a back up with it
Three hour drive to Nashville
Stop at Prince’s to grab a chicken
Then it’s back to Memphis
By the way my name ring bells like class dismissal
Bitch I ball hard you don’t believe me?
Ask a catcher’s mitten
Betting against us is like hitting a strip club
Searching for classy women
Meanwhile I’m flier than a flight attendant
But still not high as God intended
Smallest giant, largest weapon
223 if the odds against me
Momma ain’t raise no punk
Disagree with me thats ’til I raise this pump
I can come back everyday and not have to reload
But ain’t enough days in a month
Third time hearing bout a raid this month
Make a nigga proud ain’t still in the cut
I remember riding low key on pins and needles
For all this hay in the truck
And I got a baby AK in the front
I’m strapped up, I’m strapped in
Got road rage on the road to riches
To city near you for my backend

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Fergie – Love Is Blind

Hey baby, won’t you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me, pretty please
Oh baby, baby, won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a minute, just tell them you belong to me
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Cook you breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook you chicken soup
Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a second, just tell them you belong to me
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind, blind-ind
Love is blind, -ind, -ind
Love is blind
I’m number one, original, the OG forever
Me say two, por vida y que we’ll be
Together me say three, call me your main bae
‘Cause baby I’m your rooka and your hunna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman!
Creation
So pass the dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind, blind-ind
Love is blind, -ind, -ind
Love is blind
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell them bitches to go home
Ba bap bap
Bap bap bap bap
Bap bap bap bap
Yeah yeah yeah
Whine up, whine up eh
Whine up, whine up eh, eyo
Whine down, whine down, now whine down whine down
All my girls!
Whine down, whine down, now whine down whine down
All again
Whine up, whine up now, whine up, whine up
Bless up
Whine down, whine down, whine down whine down now
Now whine it all round, whine it all around, oh boy you’re mine
Whine it all round, whine it all around oh boy you’re mine
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again

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FERGIE – Love Is Blind lyrics

Lalalalala
Ladadalala…

Hey baby, wont you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me pretty please
Oh baby, baby won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes,
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind

Cook your breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook your chicken soup Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes, (uhhh)
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

I’m number one, original, the OG
Forever me say two,…?…
Together me say three, call me your main bae
Cause baby I’m your ruka and your hainna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass The Dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

(Outro)
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell those bitches to go home

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Fergie – Love Is Blind lyrics

Lalalalala
Ladadalala…

Hey baby, wont you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me pretty please
Oh baby, baby won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes,
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

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(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind

Cook your breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook your chicken soup Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes, (uhhh)
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

I’m number one, original, the OG
Forever me say two,…?…
Together me say three, call me your main bae
Cause baby I’m your ruka and your hainna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass The Dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

(Outro)
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell those bitches to go home

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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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Musiq Soulchild – Hard Liquor Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All the young folk talkin’ ‘bout turnin’ up
They ain’t even been nowhere, don’t really know what’s up
Don’t get it twisted, this is not a diss song (Diss song)
No, it’s just a real song
All you old heads always got something to say
Yeah, I respect the game, but OG, you had your day
(Yeah, you had your day)
I’m just trying to figure mine out (Mine out)
So sometimes I gotta ride out
Do what works for me, I don’t always know what it is
Sometimes it’s hard to see
I can’t tell whether I’m headed for hell or Heaven
Oh well, guess we just gon’ have to wait and see
Either way it’s up to me, so
All I know is that I’m part of a generation
Making up for some past mistakes and
Yeah, I know we may not be the best role models
But real life’s a hard pill to swallow
So that’s why we…

[Chorus]
Fresh, flicks, the best and nothing less
Like to pretend if you win the stress hits your chest like some hard liquor
Uh, hard liquor
When your life what you like, just had a hard night (Hard night)
Hungover, you know you ain’t needin’ another shot of hard liquor
Hard liquor

When your moonshines hit the sunrise
While you were trying to good night’s…sleep
Insomnia got you up, thinking ‘bout all them thoughts and they addin’ up

[Verse 2]
I won’t complain, but I can say that I’ve been better
Life’s a bitch but I loved her since the day I met her
We got more issues than I care to mention
(Yeah, that I care to mention)
Think we need an intervention (Yeah)
Dark shades and aspirins (I need some aspirins)
Crossroads and dead ends
You don’t always know how it’s gon’ turn out (Turn out)
Gotta be smart about it or you could burn out
It’s finna change, here we go again (Here we go again)
So toast to the world we in
Yeah, might be a little hard today
But tomorrow, we gon’ still be here and we gon’ be…

[Chorus]
Fresh, flicks, the best and nothing less
Like to pretend if you win the stress hits your chest like some hard liquor
Uh, hard liquor
When your life what you like, just had a hard night (Hard night)
Hungover, you know you ain’t needin’ another shot of hard liquor
Hard liquor

Take life, shot after shot
Gotta hold it down whether you like or not
Just like some hard liquor
Just like hard liquor

Take life, shot after shot
Gotta hold it down whether you like or not
Just like some hard liquor
Just like…

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Audio Push – Window Seat (Last Lights Left Album)

[Intro]
No outdoor on the indo
When my seat rise I be real low
We gon’ go far, we gon’ go far
But [?]
No outdoor on the indo
When my seat rise I be real low
We gon’ go far, we gon’ go far
Yeah, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I get you high as your window seat (yeah)
I feel your vibe, feel your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get you high as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love your vibe and your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Uh, go, step, woah, down, go, step
Real niggas gonna eat no need to compete, no
She rolling up her cream seeds, TLC with the cream, woah
Backdrop, pretty bitches when I mob
Only sweets, no we don’t do [?]
Tell the maintenance I got OG in my zip
Got my whole team and we all gon’ take a hit, lit
Come to [?] with me
Take it past the bar with me
Smoking gas with you
Puff, pass, and laugh with you
Got hundreds on me now, fresh and want your place then they come around
They didn’t hold me down, I don’t see a face, I don’t know them now
Get freaky, freaky, word
They ain’t speaking, but I know they peep me, word
I still tap in a check to [?], word
Lil’ mamacita, [?] can’t defeat me and I get her—

[Chorus]
High as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel your vibe, feel your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get you high as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love your vibe and your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge]
She asked me if I’m high right now
I told her, "yeah"
She said can she come by right now
I told her, "yeah, ha, yeah"

[Verse 2]
Everybody talk dumb ’till you see ’em in public
And everybody wanna work ’till you mention a budget
But me and you, we work effortlessly and I love it
But you don’t wanna fall back in love, so let’s get the subject
See you, you got squad goals
And I got [?] goals
Some people don’t know how to love you, that’s just how it goes
Gotta accept that, smoke one, don’t stress that
My phone stay going crazy, I never text back
Writing to myself, well really, wait no, really
See you say you love these songs cause you still hear the real me
How I went through all this BS and I’m still me
I just hope it don’t kill me
Look here, I’ll get you—

[Chorus]
High as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel your vibe, feel your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get you high as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love your vibe and your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
The last lights

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Snoop Dogg – What Is This? (feat. October London)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg + October London]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The revolution will be televised
The revolution
Just Blaze
Oh-oh-oh-oh
This is serious business
Dududududu

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
(Yes)
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Sitting back watching, but I’m so unstable
I been an OG since I was rockin’ in the cradle
Y’all don’t know that my bite is so fatal
Kick a fool down like the homie with the 8-0
Ayy though, nigga don’t play though
With the ‘K though, like the spray though
Sculpted left hand full of clay dough
Split him in the middle cut him up like a potato
Oh, leave ’em on the sideline, bleeding cause he tried mine
We loot ’til the boot out
Me and my brother, we was caught up in a shootout
Had to handle, pigs on a nigga, four days
Eight laws of power, eighty-five ways
TEC-9’s with a couple 45’s
And the revolution will be televised

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
This ain’t the local pass cash with the bra fast views
This shit will be viewed on your broadcast news
Why did I do it? My momma is on the call
Shot three lil pigs and now my back against the wall
Nowhere to turn and nowhere to go
My blood is burnin’ I’m about to blow
Huey, Malcolm and Martin, those are my peers
They been doin’ niggas like this for over hundreds of years
Poppin’ us, fear, now it’s time for us to clap back
But this time we gon’ bust, step the fuck back
We ain’t runnin’, we shootin’ and lookin’ forward
Anybody, somebody, everybody on the floor
They just surrounded my place
Hold the court in the streets so I can win my case
TEC-9’s with a couple 45’s
And the revolution will be televised

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Bridge October London]
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
Will be televised
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
Oh, la-la-la-la-da-da-da

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh, na, na, na, na, na
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

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Two – Trill Sammy lyrics

Lyrics Trill Sammy – Two

Yeah I keep 2
Two of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I just blew some change and walked in like boss with all my chains
Seen my diamonds dancing now she wanna kick s**t like Liu Kang
I just met this b*tch and fucked her now she really acting strange
Jump in that coupe go insane
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna sip on my drank
All about my cash so I’mma need that check in advance
Know this b*tch’ll f**k my mans
So I can’t give these b*tches a chance
I just wanna win they want me to lose
I ball out the gym then jump in the coupe.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I know that I can have that p***y but I rather wait
Ran into the plug in LA say he ship it outta state
Been counting worth too much cash and I ain’t even graduate
This a Audemars play versuri-lyrics.info
Model b*tch like Kim K tryna flex on me no way
Flexing in some fly s**t when I fall through
Put her on the team she tryna ball too
F**k your b*tch in Céline pour up the promethazine
Pull up in somethin real clean man what do you mean
Woke up thought it was a dream.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two oobad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Twooo backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explaineddd.
Trill Sammy lyrics
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Elijah Blake – Dopeamine (Audiology Album)

[Verse 1]
Finna get wreckless
I’m all one, I’m on now
Hit me with the tex message
I can’t talk, it’s too loud
Man, look at me now
Super fucked up
Too adderals later and I’m ‘bout to fall down
But there’s plenty more rounds to go

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel like
Falling in love, falling in love, tonight
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like
Falling in love, falling in love, surpass the light
Baby you’re gonna be… all mine
Give me drugs, give me the drugs, tonight
Do me like kush, keep it OG
You should slide through on the low-key
‘Cause low-key

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a fiend, I’m a fiend
Oh you know you got me going off your dopamine
All I really need, all I need, is for you to put me on to the recipe, yeah
Ooh, ooh
Purple flowers, candy showers, in the air
You, you
Dance for hours as I watch from over here

[Hook]
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine

[Verse 2]
Don’t try to tell me calm down, calm down, calm down
I’m surfin’ on a wave now, wave now, wave now
Blue drink in my red cup
No telling when I wake up
Hit your phone up from outta town
Hope to see, you around

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel like
Falling in love, falling in love, tonight
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m feeling like
Falling in love, falling in love, surpass the light
Baby you’re gonna be… all mine
Give me drugs, give me the drugs, tonight
Do me like kush, keep it OG
You should slide through on the lowkey
‘Cause low key

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a fiend, I’m a fiend
Oh you know you got me going off your dopamine
All I really need, all I need, is for you to put me on to the recipe, yeah
Ooh, ooh
Purple flowers, candy showers, in the air
You, you
Dance for hours as I watch from over here

[Bridge]
You can bring your friend if she a freak on the low
Heard she used strips, she a beast on the pole
Know a couple niggas that would pay for the though
Woah, woah
You can bring your friend if she a freak on the low
Heard she used strips, she a beast on the pole
Know a couple niggas that would pay for the though
Woah, woah

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a fiend, I’m a fiend
Oh you know you got me going off your dopamine
All I really need, all I need, is for you to put me on to the recipe, yeah
Ooh, ooh
Purple flowers, candy showers, in the air
You, you
Dance for hours as I watch from over here

[Hook]
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine

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Chip – About Time (feat. Kojo Funds) (League Of My Own II Album)

[Intro: Chip & Kojo Funds]
Yeah
Ay Where’s my lighter?
Gotta get that vibe right
Aye Kojo and Chipmunk
Hm

[Verse 1: Chip]
I cock back yeah, Buss mine (Boom)
See your cock back (Yeah)
You my star nine (Boom)
I bill a zoobie just to pass time (Ganja man)
Do it every time like it’s the last time
(Come here)
When you smell my neck
What’s that, Chanel Bleu
I smell your neck
What’s that, Chanel too
Whisper in your ear, got things to tell you
I smell my bedsheets, I can smell you
Oh I like it, I like it
Plumber Chippy I fix the piping
Close my eyes and I see you
Gyal, you have to come out of my eye lids
Come in and let her play play when it’s fun time nah
Come time, when you come mine, come by cuh
????
I want your time like all of the time so
Every time you pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Chorus: Chip]
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She ring my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She ring my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Verse 2: Kojo Funds]
Me no go lie, yeah
Seen you the other night
Me no care mama too fine
[?]
Me no lie, ay ay
Bitches will say what they wanna say
But baby if you come my way
Baby man I’m here to stay day by day
[?]
Take your time, ayy
[?]
Me know you want to feel it all the time ayy
Me know you want it in your belly everyday aye
Me no play no games ay
Ay ay ay
[?]
Me know want the pipe everyday aye
Hey ay

[Chorus: Chip]
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Verse 3: Chip]
Busy girl yeah she work, work, work
I take my time on your body like a verse
I skr skr, pull up on you in the Merc
Cos if the beats on me, Me haffi merk
Nice in a tracksuit or Nice in a skirt
Whine as she twerk, Yeah she bad from she birth
Girl the way you lick me, you make me toes dem curl
So if you ever left me, that will lick me where it hurts (Lord oh mercy)
So I’m in your mouth, hm shh dat
In me, I’m gon’ push dat
Yeh me push, Yeh she push back
Always tryna read me, library where the books at
I’m the youngest OG like baby where that kush at
Cuh you met Mr wolf rise under the moonlight
Sometime chills time, sometime shine
I want your time like all the time so
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Chorus: Chip]
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Chorus: Kojo Funds]
And Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time
Last time you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time

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Lil Debbie – Summer Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ten toes down, head is in the sky though
Name another bitch going hard as I go
I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though
Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe
Go bigger, pouring up the liquor
Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen
And going bigger, go figure
Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher
In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 2]
Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder
Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler
Just another way to say I’m going bigger
Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold
But still a stoner!
All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder
Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper
Started with a vision turned it to a dollar
Tried to shut us down but now we got the power
Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side
Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side
Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride
Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide
Fuck that!
Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear ’em out
Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about
Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary
Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary
I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown
I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone
Touchdown, touchdown
Pass another swisher, I could bust down
Looking for the winners, look at us now
Real Shit!

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 3]
They either love me, or they hate me for it
Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it
Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it
Same business only difference is they pay me for it
Swaggin’ only taking wins, I think you best be in
All we talk about is balling like ESPN
I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit
I’m the motherfucking pilot
Now my diets vegetarian
More green, bitch we eating, give me more green
Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean
Different city, still winning like the home team
Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team
Lord!
And I ain’t even wanna have to do ’em like that
I react, bitches hating when you moving like that
I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit
Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch
Now you see me though

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

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Gunplay – On A Daily

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

[Verse 1: Stalley]:
I be picking through the stickiest of greenery
28 grams on my Cuban link
Riding shirtless in the TransAm bumpin’ Cuban links
Cardies on my face, diamonds in my pinkie ring
Midwest nigga from the streets to the kitchen sink
Grape Swisher Sweets and a box of Middletons
I go straight to my connect, I don’t need a middle man
A zip of blue dream and platinum cookies
This is big dog smoke school, we don’t toke with rookies
And my jewels give you that 1989 feel
All solid 24k from david and will
4g out of real on my ’76 Seville
Ridin’ slow through the hills
I’m Beverly, one toke, two tokes
Got me feeling heavenly
Top down riding around chain smokin’
Chain pokin’ for all a y’all to see
And my nigga Gunplay tell em bring some more weed

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]:
Niggas try to sound like grime lipe [?]
Say they get high like the one in the bubblegum blue 52
Bel Air at the fair rollin gold shoes
Whole shoes fans fair
Very rare you find an ounce of this shit anywhere
Cuz you incredibly square
Nobody trust you, you actin like the feds
Smokin’ to my head
Cuz the one that I wanna pass the doobie to dead
My momma and my girlfriend scared, cuz I be outside
But don’t worry baby, I know how to play it
Watching while I’m blazin’, all my jury on
OG in the bomb space station, home basis
From the club to the fool spot
We all racing, we got paper
We all make it fast as we can spend it
Take a new hundred, roll that weed in it

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

[Verse 3: Gunplay]:
Countin’ tokens, chain smokin’
In a seven-trey Chevrolet, everyday chokin’
And the paint like white cocaine
My dog say match when I’m like "okay"
Fresh paper, raw paper
Trippy stick, kush or
The color syrup maple
All vapor
To the crib, this bad bitch
I’m gon’ take her, then wife her, then break up
Leather seats
My swisher forever sweet
Fresh off probation let’s celebr-eat
They be tardy for the party but I’m never late
Put the fire to the tip ’til I levitate
Four strands, loud as four bands
Tryna hold smoke, she tryna hold hands
This shit fire like I’m rolling up a sun
On a back to back run
Coughing up a lung

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

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CHRIS BROWN – Burn My Name lyrics

Burn my name on my stone (everything)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up (everything)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Verse 1: Ray J]
I fucked around with the devil
Shirt feelin’ like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don’t really care for
Real niggas, I ride for
My niggas that’s locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standin’ next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood niggas on beast mode
Crip niggas from East Coast
Ridin’ round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that shit up
And burn that shit right to my soul

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
Fucked around and got bitches tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up (everything)
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
‘Bout to start actin’ funny on your ass
I reaper that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to burn you, I did it on purpose
If it was your ass, get away with murder
Burnin’ letters ’cause I’m writin’ in cursive
Don’t care if I’m right, nigga, fuck bein’ perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixin’ the Perc’ (everything)
You know that I’m accurate, missin’ a purpose
And I’ma look back on this shit ’cause you worth it
I’ma grow from my mistakes
I’ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flyin’
Niggas smoke that OG, let it burn

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Post-Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
Let it rain when I put ’em in a
When I put ’em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put ’em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard ’em in pain
I’ma call you voodoo when I’m in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don’t really wanna raise blaze
Don’t pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that shit
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don’t think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don’t really wanna be a commodity
But it really don’t bother me
‘Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she’s burning my name

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul (oh yeah)
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Post-Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

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Lil Debbie – Summer

[Verse 1]
Ten toes down, head is in the sky though
Name another bitch going hard as I go
I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though
Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe
Go bigger, pouring up the liquor
Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen
And going bigger, go figure
Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher
In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 2]
Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder
Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler
Just another way to say I’m going bigger
Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold
But still a stoner!
All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder
Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper
Started with a vision turned it to a dollar
Tried to shut us down but now we got the power
Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side
Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side
Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride
Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide
Fuck that!
Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear ’em out
Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about
Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary
Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary
I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown
I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone
Touchdown, touchdown
Pass another swisher, I could bust down
Looking for the winners, look at us now
Real Shit!

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 3]
They either love me, or they hate me for it
Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it
Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it
Same business only difference is they pay me for it
Swaggin’ only taking wins, I think you best be in
All we talk about is balling like ESPN
I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit
I’m the motherfucking pilot
Now my diets vegetarian
More green, bitch we eating, give me more green
Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean
Different city, still winning like the home team
Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team
Lord!
And I ain’t even wanna have to do ’em like that
I react, bitches hating when you moving like that
I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit
Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch
Now you see me though

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

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G-EAZY – Nothing Wrong lyrics

If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, fuck you, this is nothing but a song

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
My momma said judge not, yet he be judged
We don’t trip, the bullshit just get skip like a CD does
She light up more than GE does
I’m in the party just appreciating the molly and my fiji buzz
Why stress I’m too blessed to ever come down
I might be the rarest cat that’s ever been found
One off the medicine now, and it’s a wednesday
I’ll fuck something and wake up drunk the next day
They love to talk about it, people saying I’m reckless
The microscope I’m under, they just love to inspect us
But fuck ’em, make them eat their words for dinner and breakfast
That shit come back around, full circle though like a necklace
Fuck outta here, I came for no bullshit in my agenda
If you’re artificial Splenda, well then you are not a friend
I never save, I’m spending cash for as long as I remember
So I went to spend a fortune on this Porsche and not a rental

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, fuck you, this is nothing but a song

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Strip club in this damn [?] cock blocking at the ATM
We be going dumb until like eight AM
Lana think I’m crazy, and I maybe am
Killing hella brain cells in my cranium
The realest who did it, and got away with it
They pouring drugs on titties and now everybody sniffing
She acting shocked by it, guess we live a little different
I’m out here just mobbing in my Oakland A’s fitted
I never sell my soul, I stay green and gold
Knew I’d be a legend back since I was 10 years old
I knew I would be [cold?], his story would be told
Imma have to fuck Jessica soon before she gets too old (Alba)
I’ll snatch her from her husband, I told you I was [?]
I’m going super saiyan, yes I’m entering that mode
Like Goku, I’m old school, so anti-social
The money is all I say hello to
Like God Damn this shit so soon

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
If she want sniff, then she looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me than fuck you, this is nothing but a song

Haha, Beautiful and Damned, Damn
Young Gerald, this OG talk right here
I don’t see nothing wrong
They don’t get us Gerald, it’s different!
Different to her, hahaha
All these bitches on the side of the stage
While all y’all singing our songs
Nothing wrong
Spending all this money he making
One shot, we don’t see nothing wrong
Y’all don’t understand, cuz we do it again
Fuck it, we don’t care
We don’t care
All y’all who don’t understand, don’t fuck with us, y’all got something wrong
You know what we call y’all?
Muffins, haha
We don’t see nothing wrong

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Skyzoo – For Real(Er) (Peddler Themes Album)

[Verse 1]
Stop fucking around and be a man
You either can be stuck underground or flee the land
Like you can be the one in the ride who lead the band
Or you can be the one on the line who need a gram
Do it how they taught you on the records they brought you
Your hero said he’d run outta town on Peter Pans
Cool, all that resonates and all that dedicates til you outside and you see the vans
I rolls on the loop with everything we about
’cause circles can’t fit no squares, it keeps em out
Looped in off what the stoop is
Where the pound talk is treys like Lupin
Un-markeds side by side where the coupe is
They c’est la vie the next Trayvon shooting
I’m back to my brick in the booth shit, my vocab paraphernalia
I float around the track like Mahalia
Back for the braillers, know that they drag you when you gone like you playing for Baylor
That’s word to a Dennehy, and words to remember me
You know it’s either that or you turn to a memory
You are who you are, you can’t turn on your tendencies
Prove it when we call something over, ven aqui
Truck jewels while the truck move, caught it right off the deck
Til’ they strip it and call it quality of life arrests

[Chorus]
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

[Verse 2]
They say it’s like that, money entice that
The celebration is waiting like "where the lights at?"
I made a way out the gate and ain’t have to hype that
I put my name on a plate and they couldn’t price that
I seen cops get lower than where the night’s at
I seen dice turn over and push a life back
I sent dough in the mail like where the kites at?
They make your bro switch cells before you write back
But shit it’s like that, nothing else like this
Did it alone so I don’t know what the hype is
And when it’s like this and po-9 peruse by me
I treat em like if all of em think that they’re Giuliani
Said they got a reason to see what the aim like
I trained with my left ’cause I knew they would play me right
7 days 7 nights while the 7 is upon us
Que up the God number like Melo in the corner
Taught us our fathers to the heavens that adorn us
Caught us star gazing at the bezels that was on us
Pat your own self on the shoulders
Or mask on, put your name up like Quinones
OG told us how he blew dollars rights before the lick hit
Take ’em back, blue collar ’94 Knicks shit, it’s like that
Money entice that, the celebration is waiting like "where the likes at?"

[Chorus]
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

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Adamn Killa – Piss In The Sheets

[Refrain]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 1]
Pour my Vitamin D, broke ass nigga is heat
All my [?] on me
I just want the whole thing
I don’t want that old thing
I want new everything
I’m married to my name
I give it a weddin’ ring
I’m for my family
So they live happily
I want S550
I don’t get what you need
Bitch, you got ugly feet
Those hoes a get a D
Monkey doin’ see
They like Adamn is heat
Get money like truancy
Get money, hoes like a week
I’m just tryna me and everybody elses too apparently
My niggas know what I mean
[?] Google me or Bing
Make money like crack, I sling
Make money, Bill Gates on me

[Refrain]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 2]
I’m a young ass nigga
But, I’m really a OG
Niggas come and fuck around
I just might OD
Just like Killavesi say
These niggas might owe me
If we racin’ to the money, I got niggas beat
Take my feet, they planted under sea
Nigga, understand, I’m standin’ ten feet from the sea
I can’t buy no hatin’ ass niggas
Wanna [?] to eat
I ain’t never have no job
I make it off my speech
I just cut the leash
Like I switched the drums, nigga
Bitch, I’m ballin’
Like my name is net swisher
Niggas see me at the grocery store and take pictures
Same bitch that dismissed ya
I coulda dicked her
(I am Adamn, I am Adamn)

[Refrain]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

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Yung Booke – Stand Up (feat. Nick Grant & Kap G)

[Verse 1: Yung Booke]
Posted up right in the trenches
The OGs was teaching us lessons
They told me get up and go get it
And stack so I get me a milly
No time to lay up with them bitches
Ho [?] caught me no feelings
Ride ’round with lil meek, he the realest
It’s a whole lot of cash and a pigeon
My time, it comin’ I feel it
Can’t play, gotta be ’bout your business
Got war scars all on my back from being backstabbed so fuck being friendly
When I come through I’m in a foreign car with the window clip, you can see me up in it
With the draco and a Glock 40, with an S clip, both of ’em extended

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Let’s get it
Real niggas who we are boy
Stand up and applaud for us
Fuck a nerd, we’ll drag a screech
Like nails on a chalkboard
Boy you fighting in the wrong war
All of the things we fought for
Prezi Rollie but I’m never voting
Everybody running is the wrong choice
I get the drop on the opps
Never put trust in a cop
Young shooters like early Bad Boy
They run around with the locks
Dreading your days in the kitchen
Seein’ how they whip a pot
Old time nigga, Jigga Boo
How you sell that shit back to your block
You a fuckin’ sell out nigga

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

[Verse 3: Kap G]
I got on Louis V linens
I see the police in my business
They just gave my homie a sentence
For slangin’ that Dennis the Menace
Hands up, don’t shoot
Tryna jam us, we cool
Excuse me officer, I’m no fool
I let the OG’s drop jewels
I’ma hit Booke, he pull up with Uno
RIP Troupe, he stick to that blue code
I’m in the coupe, that be that two door
I’ma pull up with a hundred Latinos
I got your main bitch at home on my other line
Fuck it, I’m rockin’ them Timbs in the summer time
Fuck the police, they be tryna act colorblind
I swear they gon’ make me go buy me another nine

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera