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gunfiyah | Now will there ever be a day that my niggas won't ride for me? For me?
Nah, nah, nah
And will there ever be a day that your bitch won't slide with me? Homie?
Nah, nah, nah
And will it ever be a day that your hands ain't up when a nigga on stage
I been rollin' up haze in the studio for days just to work for a wage
Now I'm on, fuckin' paid in this mothafucka
Who got a hit just like this? And got heart and rich like this?
Never failed, 20 years and he still got grip like this
And got kids with a super hot bitch like this
You spendin' time tryna get like this
I wrote a script like this, I'm on some shit like
I'm at home on the track, nigga, this my shit
Try to spit my clip, you might get hit and divided
Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it
Laid out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga
Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We come for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set fire to my enemies
Fuck a rasclaat, or a enemy
Me got a few chains worth a hundred ki's
Them say they waan romp, me say, "Pussy, please"
Pussy boy never worried me
My clips up on the streets
Nuh call the police pon me
A hundred keys in these streets
Pussy boy, no wan romp wit me
Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it
Laid it out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga
How you spell C.E.O.? D.R.E
What a nigga dream he could try to be
Uh, even though I'm from a place where
Niggas got TECs, don't mean technology
Grew up 'round Blood niggas, real camaraderie
Plus Crip niggas on the other side of me
But I'm the only nigga that I ever tried to be
Winner never sins, you know these niggas tired of me
Not to it if you want crap shootin' in your home
Where a nigga came from, my life changed
'Cause a nigga made hits while my homies flipped bricks
Lot of them ain't here, can't complain
Tried to survive 9 to the 5
You ain't alive if you ain't not willin' to die
The lower the low, the higher the high
Do or you don't, you fall or you fly
I mean you ride or die, nigga
Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it
Laid out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga
Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We come for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set fire to my enemies
Fuck a rasclaat, those our enemies
Mi got a few chains worth a hundred keys
Them say they waan ride, mi say, "Pussy, please"
Pussy boy never worried me
My clips up on hundred streets
Nuh call the police pon me
A hundred keys in these streets
Pussy boy, now I walk with weed |
hitchhiker | Ooh, yeah
I can't explain what's going on
Something happened when you came along, oh
It's driving me crazy, crazy
You're taking me to new places
And I pretend I'm not anxious, but oh
You're driving me crazy, crazy
I was walking down this broken road
I was stranded, I was all alone
Always played it safe when it came to love
Until you came and picked me up
I've been waitin' all night, lookin' for your headlights
I know that we're strangers, but I'll leave it all for you
Go anywhere you wanna go
I don't really need to know, if my heart is in danger
'Cause as long as you're the driver
I'm your hitchhiker, yeah
I'm your hitchhiker, yeah, yeah mmm...
Don't even know where we're going
You make me live in the moment, oh, oh
Keep driving us, baby
I was walking down this broken road
I was stranded, I was all alone
Always played it safe when it came to love
Until you came and picked me up
I've been waitin' all night, lookin' for your headlights
I know that we're strangers, but I'll leave it all for you (yes I will)
Go anywhere you wanna go
I don't really need to know, if my heart is in danger
'Cause as long as you're the driver
I'm your hitchhiker, yeah
Take me where you wanna go (baby)
As long as you're the driver, I'm your hitchhiker
I've been waitin' all night, lookin' for your headlights (I’ve been waitin’)
I know that we're strangers, but I'll leave it all for you (but I'll leave behind it all for you)
Go anywhere you wanna go
I don't really need to know, if my heart is in danger (danger)
'Cause as long as you're the driver
I'm your hitchhiker, yeah
I'm your hitchhiker, yeah, yeah |
your girl | Carry me off the stage
I can't do this anymore
Been gone for 3 years
Is that enough for you boy?
Carry me to my bed, paint my toe nails blue
Tell me all about the things that you and I will never do
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
Ah
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
Ah
Carry me off the stage
Had too much to drink
Been on tour too long
And I've had too much time to think
Carry me to my bed
Lay me in a pillow town
Kiss me on my head
And remind me of the way we will not know
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
Ah
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
Ah
Late at night, baby you're my sign
Call me late if you wanna get high
Late at night, laying in Versailles
You and I get to know one another
Late at night, baby you're my sign
Call me late if you wanna get high
Late at night, baby you and I
Can get to know one another
Cause late at night, we have one life to kill
Oh You and I
Can get to know the thrill
Cause baby you're my sign
And I wanna get to know ya
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
Ah
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
Ah
(Ah)
(Ah)
(Ah) |
mark my words | Mark my words, that's all that I have
Mark my words, give you all I got
In every way I will
You're the only reason why
Oh I don't wanna live a lie
Mark my words
Mark my words
So you heard it all before
Falling in and out of trust
Trying to rekindle us
Only to lose yourself
But I won't let me lose you
And I won't let us just fade away
After all that we've been through
I'ma show you more than I ever could say
Mark my words, that's all that I have
Mark my words, give you all I got
In every way I will
You're the only reason why
Oh I don't wanna live a lie
Mark my words
Mark my words |
mona lisa | This is a story about Mona Lisa
The Mona Lisa
Ladies and gentlemen, I've got a little story to tell
About Mona Lisa, and how she suddenly fell
Now, see, everyone knew her, they knew her, oh, so well
Now I'm taking over to release her from her spell
She's the original (Yeah, yeah)
She's unforgettable (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wants you to know (Yeah)
She's been cloned
It's kind of incredible (Yeah, yeah)
She's so unpredictable (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wants you to know (Yeah)
She's been cloned, she's been cloned, she's been cloned
She was taken under, drowning in her sea
Running like an angel, she was crying and could not see (Oh, no)
Now, see, everyone's watching as she starts to fall
They want her to break down
There will be a legend of her fall
She's the original (Yeah, yeah)
She's unforgettable (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wants you to know (Yeah)
She's been cloned
It's kind of incredible (Yeah, yeah)
She's so unpredictable (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wants you to know (Yeah)
She's been cloned, she's been cloned, she's been cloned
Now, ladies, does that make you cry?
Mona Lisa's got to fly
Nobody really dies
Everyone, may we have a moment of silence?
Right here
God
She's the original (Yeah, yeah)
She's unforgettable (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wants you to know (Yeah)
She's been cloned
It's kind of incredible (Yeah, yeah)
She's so unpredictable (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wants you to know (Yeah)
That she's home, that she's home
She's the original (Yeah, yeah)
She's unforgettable (Yeah, yeah)
She want's you to know (Yeah)
She's been cloned
It's kind of incredible (Yeah, yeah)
She's so unpredictable (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wants you to know (Yeah)
That she's home, that she's home, that she's home |
coming down | I found god
I found him in a lover
When his hair falls in his face
And his hands so cold they shake
I found the devil
I found him in a lover
And his lips like tangerines
In his color-coded speak
Now we're lost somewhere in outer space
In a hotel room where demons play
They run around beneath our feet
We roll around beneath these sheets
I've got a lover, a love like religion
I'm such a fool for sacrifice
He's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down
I've got a lover and I'm unforgiven
I'm such a fool to pay this price
It's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down
I found a martyr
He told me that I'd never
With his educated eyes
And his head between my thighs
I found a savior
I don't think he remembers
Cause he's off to pay his crimes
And he's got no time for mine
Now we're lost somewhere in outer space
In a hotel room where demons play
They run around beneath our feet
We roll around beneath these sheets
I've got a lover, a love like religion
I'm such a fool for sacrifice
He's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down
I've got a lover and I'm unforgiven
I'm such a fool to pay this price
It's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down
(Down, down, down, down...)
Every single night pray the sun will rise
Every single time make a compromise
Every single night pray the sun will rise, but
It's coming down, down, coming down
He's coming down, down, coming down
I've got a lover, a love like religion
I'm such a fool for sacrifice
He's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down
I've got a lover and I'm unforgiven
I'm such a fool to pay this price
It's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down
Every single night pray the sun will rise
Every single time make a compromise
Every single night pray the sun will rise, but
It's coming down, down, coming down
He's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down
He's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down
He's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down
He's coming down, down, coming down
X, X, X |
cruising | But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', cruisin'
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', cruisin'
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', cruisin'
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', cruisin'
I woke up, kinda late
All good, thank God
Hit the shower, hit the closet, hit the mirror, stay fly
Really I'm rockin' some sweats
Oh well, I'm still feelin' blessed
Get fully dressed, walk in the kitchen
She already made me a plate, kinda impressed
And that sun shinin', it's good weather I'm feelin' good
Got the good book, I'ma read up
Put my feet up and then hit the hood
Gotta go cause the jeep got the top off
Throw my real shades on, not my knock-offs
On the street like fifteen minutes and the lights stay green
Boy, the team might win it
Slow down, speed got limits
But I'm cruisin', knee-deep in it
At the car wash, cleaned the Jeep and found a ten dollar bill in between the seats
I gave it to the man on the corner
Had a sign up sayin' he was hungry
Yeah, the world kinda crazy and the folks kinda foolish
But I keep cruisin'
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', cruisin'
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', 'sin
Cruisin', feelin' good, yo
I remember livin' in the hood bro
Death rate high and the funds low
When I used to get by on crumbs bro
Went to the park to get the scoop
Saw the home boys out there shootin' hoop
And my shot kinda rusty but the fade clean
And me and Steph Curry on the same team
Win it like back to back
Nobody really want it after that
Feelin' like a young Doctor J
They can't stop the J, they can't block my pace
It's true that they can't stop the rain of my shot today
And my girl still fine as ever
So when she hit my phone I had to stop the game
Later on, time to eat
Favorite restaurant, open seat
Sunset, the scenery
Told my lady, "Lean on me"
After that jump in the whip and we in a wind
Tomorrow may not be another win
But until then I'ma keep on moving
Cool it, I'ma keep cruising
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', cruisin'
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', 'sin
Windows rolled down but the night's goin' up
If you got the fire you can ride with us
Feelin' real good, I can't get enough
You know how we do it
Yeah, baby we cruisin'
Windows rolled down but the night's goin' up
If you got the fire you can ride with us
Feelin' real good, I can't get enough
You know how we do it
Yeah, baby we cruisin'
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', cruisin'
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', 'sin
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', cruisin'
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', cruisin' |
wielki gatsby z benzynowej stacji | Rzucam dziś wszystko, potem wrzucam wszystko do auta
Potem autem przekraczam Wisłę, sobie leci Nirvana, Unplugged
Potem Father John Misty, żadnych rapów, to dziś mój soundtrack
140 Traktem Brzeskim, robią zdjęcia, będę miał mandat, uh (Woo!)
Staję na stacji, biorę diesel, chciałbym zapłacić
Ale typ przede mną w kolejce tak się grzebie, mógłbym go zabić
Długo dobiera szampan, gości jakichś ma na kolacji
Chłopie tu sprzedają hot-dogi a ty gadasz jak Wielki Gatsby, ugh
Wielki Gatsby z benzynowej stacji
Za mną stoją dziwne nastoletnie lowelaski
Koleżanki chcą, by lać im gin i tonic w szklanki
Pani prosi o dowodzik, oni w konsternacji
Ich błagania są bezwartościowe jak polskie matury
Te niehandlowe niedziele już wiele humorów zatruły (Ooh)
Chciałbym im pomóc, lecz płacę gotówą i biorę fakturę
Ustawiam płytę na swym telefonie i wchodzę do fury, hmm
Lato w mieście, matko wreszcie
Lato w mieście, bym miał depresję albo weltschmerz
Ale mam lato w mieście, matko wreszcie
Lato w mieście, bym miał depresję albo weltschmerz
Nadeszło lato w mieście
Lato w mieście
Lato w mieście
Jadę tym wielkim miastem
Chciałbym móc lewym pasem
Przede mną ociężały Passat, szepcę, że nie tym razem
Za kierownicą żadna baba tylko jakiś wielki facet
Łykam go z prawej, w radio Tyler z cholernie ciężkim basem
Widzę go w lusterku wstecznym, w głowie się nie mieści mi to
Rogi pokazuje kretyn, a więc w aucie leci IGOR
Kiedyś miałem parę słów, w notesie, jakiś nędzny keyboard
Dziś mam szczęście, że wybieram swoje opcje nigdy default
Przed domem pitstop, strasznie na Orlen dziś tłok
Ja nie rozumiem nic już, tak jak fenomen TikTok
W kolejce osób z milion, już prawie miałem iść stąd
Wtem widzę w czym problem, Wielki Gatsby wybiera winko
Matko wreszcie
Lato w mieście, bym miał depresję albo weltschmerz
Ale mam lato w mieście, matko wreszcie
Lato w mieście, bym miał depresję albo weltschmerz
Nadeszło lato w mieście
Lato w mieście
Lato w mieście, OooOoo... |
poppy | Yeah
Had to do this one
One time
Hello death, it seems that we meet again
You keep taking friends that I'll never see again
I guess they gotta leave, but if we pretend
That they never left, well we gonna see them then
Never leave our heart, never leave our thoughts
As time goes by they'll never be forgot
Life goes on, though I wish that they was there
Shit like this ain't never gonna seem fair, yeah
So can I have a moment of silence
For anyone who's gone from the coldness of violence
And I know you wanna see me go to college
But I'm sorry I don't think that I'mma make it
Cause this world is mine for the takin'
So when I get famous they gonna know what your name is
And no one understand what the pain is
And how the blood runs numb where my veins is
I'd like to thank you, cause you made me a man
Told me to never let it go so I'm taking a stand
Always in the crowd when I played in the band
Your grandson is everything I say that I am
And maybe I am, a little bit over my head
But I'm feeling so alone tryna cope with your death
Holdin' my breath, wishing I had one more day
Wishing you could be there when I graduate
Uh, and it's sad to say that no one in this room understand me
I know you had to leave, so rest in peace, but please can you watch over Nanny?
Cause she loved you, and I love you
All the prayers I'm saying may bug you
But I'm just checking in on what you up to, so how they treating you up there?
Too stubborn for a cane, way too cool
Sleeping at your house, walking me to school
Thought I was a fool when my grades start slippin'
When I played ball you was always in admission
You loved me more than I've been loved before
And that's a type of thing that everyone ignores
But not me, you got me
Always and forever, poppy
Times goes by, going without you
Hope you know, I've been thinking about you
And I know, I know, I know, I know that they took you from your home
But you're in my heart, so I'm never gonna be alone
Times goes by, going without you
Hope you know, I've been thinking about you
And I know, I know, I know, I know that they took you from your home
But you're in my heart, so I'm never gonna be alone |
with you | It's about us right now, girl, where you going?
It's about us right now, girl, where you going?
I'm with you
Yeah, I can't get enough of you, babe
Bottles open up so you can try and open up for me, baby
M.I.A. in the M.I.A
You do you, girl, the haters gon' hate
Cut them off like you a sensei, girl
Oh, I know you feel what I feel
Breaking you off, it's so real
I can't fake that, babe
My love's locked down and you cuffing it
You're the only one I trust with it
You're the only one that stuck with it
It's about us right now, girl, where you going?
It's about us right now, girl, where you going?
I'm with you
It's about us right now, girl, where you going?
It's about us right now, girl, where you going? Yeah
I'm with you
Yeah, linking me down on my line
Busy as usual but we should make some time
Looking for things you can find
Just so you can have something to bring up when it's time
Mixing vodka and emotions, tapping into your emotions
Dry cry cause I'm hopeless
Choosey lover for the moment
Different story when I leave you
Story up just to keep you
I need you 'round, I need you, oh
It's about us right now, girl, where you going?
It's about us right now, girl, where you going?
I'm with you
It's all about us right now, girl, where you going?
It's all about us right now, girl, where you going?
I'm with you, I'm with you |
stereocoma | Видел луч в слепых глаза
Слышал гимн зашитых ртов
Иголок в стоге я, собрав
Принёс вам бурю на порог
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Как грустно и очень обычно всё вышло
Я просто услышал тот грёбаный выстрел
Ворвался на марафон своей жизни
Бежал со скоростью мысли
Я просыпаюсь от кошмаров
И я так рад, что начну сначала
Мой фильм не закончен, он был на рекламе
Мои внуки будут изучать Канье
Семь миллиардов миров
Подкинь в сердце нам ещё дров
Мои волосы — бумага Raw
Мои рифмы стреляют, как кольт (пиу-пиу)
Делаю демо, дремлю на дереве
Дерьма до неба, но в нём плавают лебеди
Я лью свою кровь, в ней нет генов Медичей
Но я очищу так много ей
Я так часто играл в судью
Что и сам подсудимым стал
Нарисованные окна вокруг
Кандалы из стереотипов
Кандалы из стереотипов
Кандалы из стереотипов
Кандалы из стереотипов
Я типичный парень из клипов
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Видел луч в слепых глазах
Слышал гимн зашитых ртов
Иголок в стоге я собрал
Принёс вам бурю на порог
Жизнь — это кома, жизнь — это кома
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Жизнь — это кома, жизнь — это кома
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Куда ведёт портал?
И почему к нему душа льнёт?
И почему я медлю на пороге
Всё орудуя словами, будто жонглёр?
Что я вообще забыл тут, а, ребзя?
В месте, где яблоку упасть и так негде
В мире, где, когда покупаешь дом с участком
Получаешь кости часто в комплекте
Я такой же, как и все, но я слышу зов
В барабанящем дожде, что на крышу зол
В дальнем лае псов и бормотании лесов
Я чьё-то чую сумеречное сознание сквозь сон
Знаешь, о чём я? Нет, скорее всего нет, ты скажешь «Чё за ересь?»
Нас учили трезво жить без сказок и поверий
Но в глубине леса Пан играет на свирели
Я слышу трель, сколько бы он масок не померил
Дайте укулеле
Я слабаю так, чтобы ойкумена охуела
Небо запотело, древо зашумело в такт
Я не маг, просто вырос на Akala с Killa Kela
Я верю, это кома, знаю, нужно время
Помню то, что кроны мне нашептали в аллеях
Я вижу себя в slo-mo в отражении лужи
И жалею, что поскорей очнуться не сумею
Хоть и понял, что пора и кроличья нора всё
По-прежнему глубока, там столько же добра
Но только сможешь ли во мрак опускаться, шарясь наугад?
Это главврач отключает аппарат, но…
Покуда не выдохнул и не скинул ярмо
Покуда не сгинул и тело с миром легло
Я буду нервировать мир и строить мирок свой
Буду терроризировать этот город Зеро
Пока недовыдумал то, что силой вело
Покуда в могилу не лёг, я киллю битло
Покуда в Иерусалим не пустил Вавилон, в мир иной
Буду носить это имя — Мирон
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Видел у слепых глаза
Слышал гимн зашитых ртов
Иголок в стоге я собрал
Принёс вам бурю на порог
Жизнь — это кома, жизнь — это кома
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь
Жизнь — это кома, жизнь — это кома
Жизнь — это кома, я скоро проснусь |
rightwhereileftit | If you don't want a problem then bitch stop talking
Cuz I'll slide up like a LG Chocolate
Last thing you need is to hear me knocking
Rather just stalk then I'm outside watching
Please be safe when you walking home late
Dunno what mood ima hold that day
Dunno what things my brain gonna say
Tell me do these things and I say okay
Boy It's just us
Fresher then blood
Veins over flowing with chemical crumbs
Young and we dumb shit we do it for fun
While I'm getting the feeling you do it for none
Love to get bucks, chasing the almighty dollar you run
Hurting, I see you, I really do feel for you
But you have just done what can't be undone
Boy when you gone
Oh, okay I be doing the same shit
Oh, okay I be doing the same shit
Oh, okay I be doing the same shit
Oh, okay I be doing the same |
tic tac | (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
Ayy
It's a big fact (Bitch)
If I pull up, get your shit snatched (Huh?)
B-Bitch, I stack them bullets like a Big Mac (Blit blit blit)
Ain't getting shit back
Pull up on a nigga and I pop 'em like a Tic-Tac
Lil Purpp pull up, nigga, no face
L-Leave 'em leaking out the top like a Colgate
Diamonds frozen (Ooh, huh)
Ice up on my body got me feeling like a snowflake (Huh, huh, ooh)
Riding with the guys, selling pot (Selling pot, ooh)
Hop outside the foreign, bitches cry, niggas die (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh) I got two guns
Like I'm in a band, bitch I came in with like two drums
F-F-Fuck up the trap, I did it, let's get it
Fuck up the trap, I did it, let's get it
Fuck up the trap, I did it, let's get it
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Fuck it up
Fuck up the trap, I did it, let's get it
Fuck up the trap, I did it, let's get it
Fuck up the trap, I did it, ooh
Fuck up the trap, I did it, let's get it
Fuck up the trap, I did it, let's get it
Fuck up the trap, I did it, let's get it |
gold | Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Rock the boat like a one-eyed pirate
Rick James, I get glitter on my eyelids
2 A.M., 85 on the highway
Whole world get a little misguided
Where the spotlight? Put me in the spotlight
Trust no one that put you in the wrong light
High scream when I hit her with the long pipe
Mmm, ice cream when I hit her with the sweet thang
Do my thing, no, I do not do speaking
Get my shot, point it out like Ruth, man
I'ma win a bitch and I got a mood swing
I'm the realest, bitch, now I got a mood swing
I got bipolar confidence
Wake up like "shit" then I feel like the shit
So I guess I'm the shit
Yeah, guess I'm the shit
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Grab life by the horns when I whip the Lambo
Black on red like I whip the sambo
Clip's so long it'll make you mambo
Watch you tango, dutty wine
She grind on my dick like a hundred times
Shawty love me long when I grip her sides
And slip inside like a Slip 'N Slide
My electric eel do electric slide but—
I just wanna feel on the booty
All on me, all on me, all on me
Make it slow clap like Rudy!
All on me, all on me, all on me
I just wanna feel on your booty
Grab the camcorder, we can make it a movie
Bring a friend with you if you like how I do it
Gold chain swingin' and she like how I shoot it
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Damn, damn, I'm frosty
Blood diamond, I'm flossing
Navy camo, I'm drowning
But you don't see what it cost me
Turmoil like the Saudi's, hand-me-downs never fit me
Party never fit me, punani never fit me
Damn, time-travelin', Honda-swervin', that's so Merlyn
That's so Merlyn, that's so Merlyn, that's so Merlyn
Damn, time-travelin', Honda-swervin', book learnin'
That's so Merlyn, that's so Merlyn, that's so Merlyn
Swan dive down the 405
Land at the bottom of El Toro High
With the precision of a cut from a Zorro knife
The boy spit like he made out of 409
So that's clean, bitch
You can't play with my team, bitch
We rock pink now on Wednesdays
Green looks good with your envy
Mix with white 'cause you salty but this stainless
I'm like platinum and it's painless
I just skip on the beat like I'm Pee-Wee Herman
Hands up for all my sermons
My wheel's turnin', now I'm more efficient than ever
I feel like Ratatouille when I'm whipping that cheddar
You see, you better find your thickest of sweaters
'Cause this ice might fuck around and change your whole life
'Cause we about to take flight
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain (fly, fly as a jet)
I keep a gold chain (fly, fly as a jet)
Keep a gold chain (I said I keep a, gold chain)
Keep a gold chain (I keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain (I said I keep a)
(I said I keep a gold chain, a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain
(I said I keep a, I keep a)
Keep a gold chain (fly, fly as a jet) |
wolves in sheeps clothing | Them niggas is talking baby
Don't mind them, they just talking
They know they can't fuck with me baby
You tell them like that bitch told Scarface
What did she say
I don't fuck with the help
They say they're out for dead Presidents, never respect it
First of all, Ben Franklin was never elected
That means him and Big Bills have never connected
They just say it cause they think it sounds clever on records
Secondly God's first should never be second
And if you living wrong, money can never correct it
I'mma say it once then it's whoever direct it
You never get off on me, I'm never the exit
All black everything in my black V
It ain't a game, if it was it'd be a black Wii
I'm on my A game, never on that B shit
You on that B shit, you never gonna be shit
That's how I see shit, cause I am de shit
True story, like that Hollywood E! shit
I say F niggas cause I'm on some G shit
Yeah, that red-and-green stripe double G shit
That was for my homie, just know I'm thinking of you
I told him stay on top so they can't get above you
He told me I dig that, like a fucking shovel
Why it take a nigga to go to jail to say he love you
We be killing them, boy we be killing them
Damn we used to dream to have a million
Now the family get money like Will and them
Accounts rise like we filling them with helium
My baby girl got ass, it's no secret that it
Make you look away and still be peeking at it
She said they come with painted-faces trying to clown on you
How they under you but try to talk down on you
You see, a rat is gonna be that and go for any cheddar
Tell my bitch that I'm no good as if they're any better
But her loyalty keep her from them other boys
Let em holla, she just gonna exist above the noise
Paul is sorta like
A nigga with the swag of a Yao Ming balla type, but more Rich Porter type
A small giant, nigga, we not at all alike
The shit you just discovering I've been doing all my life
Y'all niggas call it balling, I just call it life
I'm still the same as day 1, I dont get caught in all the hype
So wussup Dash, I can't call it Ike
I guess they don't see Paul they only see all the ice
Yellow everything lemon head sour jewels
Rich head to toe aviator fly Howard Hughes
Enjoy the best of everything, we paid our dues
So niggas wanna jump ship and join our cruise
But this ain't no joy ride when my boys ride
Somewhere somebody's boy died and never will your boy hide
I'm on frontline no matter how drastic
But otherwise you can find me where the cash is
In love with the rapids; no, I dont mean white water rafting
I'm talking bout them 4 door Astons
Addicted to fashion, diamonds, flashing
But the money music and fast cars is my passion
I'm no newbie, nor am I a has-been
These whack rappers give me headaches, this just the aspirin
I often speak through my actions
But paint pictures with words that you can close your eyes and imagine |
end of the road | Yeah, it’s a long way home at the end of the road
I’ll be pavin my own way, to the top, I be here to stay
So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s your last
All my life, I couldn’t fit in, like a bad shoe
I was always too square, too cube, too tall, too weird, too blue
Forget them high-school’s hotties now I’m too cool
I guess I came a long way from that young kid
The school’s most popular lame, no friends, no style, no clothes, no ends
Just a bed, fell asleep, never woke up again
Yeah, and my last prayer was don’t ever let me end up like the people that’s down here
Cause the one that fear change be the one that don’t care
Look at themselves and see somebody else in the mirror
But you can always pick me out of the crowd
Loud mouth with my very own style
And what I know now is don’t ever pretend
And live every single day like you won’t see it again
So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s your last
And if you only have 24 hours, 1400 minutes before your dreams gone
Then you better go live it, cause whatever you love could be taken away
So live like it’s your dying day
I dedicate this to my teachers that never believed in me
And the mother that conceived, but ended up leaving me
I just wish y'all could see me smile, this big’s grin on the tv now
And I took it from the bottom to the top
From the holes in my socks, Ramen noodles in the pot
Used to rob them on the block, now they stop me in the drop
Middle finger up and that ain’t gonna stop
I used to take orders, now I make bets
I used to scrub floors, now I sign checks
I used to push carts, now I push songs
I used to be there, now I am so gone
I fired myself, found a job myself
Established my name and then I signed myself
And what I tell myself, is you did this by yourself
And when I'm on so long, I’ll be by myself
So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s the last
And if you only have 24 hours, 1400 minutes before your dreams gone
Then you better go live it, cause whatever you love could be taken away
So live like it’s your dying day
I wish I could see their faces when they heard your boy spit
Wish I could know what they’re thinking when they heard my first hit
Cause I remember them wishing that I wouldn’t get big
Now I bet they’re wishing they wouldn't of said that shit
I came out of a dying city brought back life
Everything they said I couldn’t do I did about twice
Multiplied by the bottles that we popped each night
That equals out to a celebration, bitches more ice
Make it toast to the underdogs, toast to the team
Toast to the fact we this close to the dream
Pour one for my exes, used to talk reckless
But now I push Benzes and rock Rolexes
Came from the city and until they come and get me
Turn around and see the whole east side’s still with me
And that’s how we live it, you mans don’t change
Look, it's still the kid, still can’t tell me a goddamn thing
So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s the last
And if you only have 24 hours, 1400 minutes before your dreams gone
Then you better go live it, cause whatever you love could be taken away
So live like it’s a dying day
Yeah, it’s a long way home at the end of the road
I’ll be pavin my own way, to the top, I be here to stay
So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s your last |
what kind of man | I was on a heavy tip
Trying to cross a canyon with a broken limb
You were on the other side, like always
Wondering what to do with life
I'd already had a sip
So I'd reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it
You were on the other side, like always
You could never make your mind
And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years
What kind of man loves like this?
To let me dangle at a cruel angle
Oh, my feet don't touch the floor
Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out
But you never close the door
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
You're a holy fool, all coloured blue
Red feet upon the floor
You do such damage, how do you manage?
To have me crawling back for more
And with one kiss
And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years
For twenty years
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
But I can't beat ya, 'cause I'm still with ya
"Oh mercy", I implore
"Oh mercy", I implore
How do you do it? I think I'm through it
Then I'm back against the wall
Back, back, back against the wall
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man? |
la monster | Lyrics from Snippet
It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams
Millions of people tryin' to get on the scene
And everyone sellin' their souls, everyone sellin' their...
Everyone sayin' they woke
But they sleepwalkin', dead, eyes closed
L.A. monster
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Lord, save these people, they asleep
They lettin' Satan run they streets
Lord, save us from
L.A. monster
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Lord, save these people, they asleep
They lettin' Satan run they streets
Lord, save us from
L.A. monster
It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams
Millions of people tryin' to get on the scene
And everyone sellin' their souls, everyone sellin' their...
Everyone sayin' they woke
But they sleepwalkin', dead, eyes closed
L.A. monster
It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams
Millions of people tryin' to get on the scene
And everyone sellin' their souls, everyone sellin' their...
Everyone sayin' they woke
But they sleepwalkin', dead, eyes closed
L.A. monster
Jesus, save all my people
From this monster, 'fore it takes their souls
It gives false hope and eats them whole
Zip up your nest full, all still broke
Jesus, save all my people
From this monster, 'fore it takes their souls |
all in | Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat
All my brothers with me!
Yeah
From the start, they been with me from the start
I love y'all!
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Seven years later and I got the same friends
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Seven years later and I got the same friends
All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in
All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in
All in with a pair of twins in a Benz
Just bought a new necklace and it came with heavy winds
She suck me like a push-pop, she love cock
My brothers they been with me from the very start
Recorded in the closet with sock mics
If one fight we all fight, it's fight night
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Seven years later and I got the same friends
All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in
All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in
Black and white like a zebra
I don't sell furniture but nigga IKEA
I have an idea, headshot, ID ya
Media wanna see me in jail like Madea
If my career go south I'm going to South Korea
Macaroni sells, I been macking, making macarena
I'm cleaner than the cleanest
It's Byou, nice to meet you
This ain't a cookout but my meat on her grill
I started off like I'm a goonie
When I got in they gave me a toolie
I'm high off these snacks like I'm Scooby
I can't be no average joe
Never fucked an average ho
We lit and you know it's a problem
Grill like I'm eating on pollen
Keep a bitch on my thigh like a pocket
If I fuck her she sucking the gang
Me and my brothers done did everything
Backwood, it's stuffed, look like Oreo
If you know me I know that you owe me
Kay the Yacht keep a K and a forty
Balmains on me like I'm lonely
Fired a banker for twenty
Thumb in her butt while she sippin' the Henny
I know that my gang won't forget me
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Seven years later and I got the same friends
All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in
All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in
You a stain, you a lame
Swerving hoes like I got a cane
Old friends call me, say they can't look at Perry the same
Perry growin' up and I got the same gang
100 deep, run up, yeah I'm glad you came
Young nigga with expensive tastes
Matter fact, ask your girl 'fore you go and kiss her face
Damn, who is she, let me check my database
Yeah, Perry here, the other human race
I'm all in, I'm all in, I'm all in
Bitch I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
These bitches callin', they stalkin', they stallin'
25 just for a fucking walk in
All in, 40 for the walk in
Now I'm flossin', drop top Slauson
Got a goth bitch, she put me in a coffin
Got a dog bitch, now she leaving paw-prints
Still ridin' sports when I'm sittin' in it's great
Tell my bitch make a play, now I'm frosted like a cake
Chef knife with the steak, now I'm flexing heavyweight
In the six like a date, all my partners livin' great
Bankroll after bankroll I'm stacking
JBan$ keep three phones, I'm trapping
Working with the work, I double up, it's magic
Chopper make a nigga backflip, gymnastics
Bad bitch take off with the pack if you lackin'
Got 100 bloods posted in the back with rachets
Pull off in the Aston, ball like Collin Sexton
26's for my wrist, diamonds dancing like they Prince
Bankroll after bankroll I love to spend, yeah
When I get it back I love to spend it all again, yeah
Boomin' out the gym, yeah, way above the rim, yeah
Ten up on my neck and I spent fifteen for my wrist, yeah
Woah up on my wrist, yeah, wetter than a fish, yeah
Woah, you just want to come because I'm next, yeah
Woah, you just like that glow that's from my neck, yeah
Woah, I'm tired of talking, can you cut my check, yeah
Woah
Bankroll after bankroll I spend (I spend)
Only love my gang, I don't got no new friends (no new niggas)
Hit your bitch from the back and I watch her bend (dumb bitch)
NAZ for life, nigga, that's 'til the end
I only want to fuck, I can't be your boyfriend (stupid bitch)
I speak rich nigga shit, broke niggas can't comprehend
Ayy, it's Cartiers all over my lens
All hundreds in my bankroll, I don't do no tens
Never Amount To Zero in this bitch, you understand that?
2016 Dream Team, matching Bimmer boys, let's get it
Got love for all my niggas
We all in, we all fam
All in
All my brothers all in
Same gang, I got the same friends
I promise that I'm all in
I'm all in, I'm all in
All in
Fuck it I might cop the Benz
Oh, I'm all in
All in, ah, oh
Sailing Team
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Summer Songs 2
It's a wrap |
steve jobs | It goes however I want it to
These bitches never say "can’t"
I just call her angel, she look like heaven in pants
Big house, couple rides
Call that shit Neverland Ranch
Tre Pounds, shoot fast, call that shit Kevin Durant
You niggas beneath me
Now go get fucking stomped, son
Know I run this city, I am Brooklyn’s Nucky Thompson
If they make me go in
I’m-a go right away
My fly ass can’t be stopped, no flight delay
Got a crew of bad bitches
Call 'em the Nice Girls
Yo bitches look scary
But she ain't no Spice Girl
It’s 9 AM when you clock in, you’re an office-worker
It’s big Ben's in my pocket, I’m a Roethlisberger
Coconut Cîroc and pineapple, easy order
Now I got this chick showing me what Yeezy taught her
Welcome to the funeral, pay respect
Me and your girl, unibrow, may connect, wait a sec
Let it breathe
{Deep breathing}
I said, "Let it breathe"
{Deep breathing}
It's goes getting more money
It come with more problems
I used to be Mac-ing, but now I’m Steve Job-in’
See, you got two choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I’m just tryn-a Oprah mine
Gettin’ more money, it come with more problems
Man, I used to be Mac-ing, but now I’m Steve Job-in' man
Got two choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I’m just tryn-a Oprah mine
Always been a squeezer, I’ve been on the hollow niggas
Always been a leader, no Twitter, I don’t follow niggas
Fuck a glass, drink Rosé out the bottle, nigga
I promised to keep it 1,000, you know my motto, nigga
Don’t just talk it, be about it
You talk it, but we about it
We do it, you read about it
Leave 'em, don’t speak about it
We live it, you dream about it
How could you even doubt it?
Couldn’t get a quarter round here
Unless we allowed it
This is our city, our town, our turf
We eatin’ and y’all thirst
Don't shoot back, bomb first
Get 'em gone first
Let 'em fire, arms burst
Regardless of size or status
Stuff 'em in that long hearse
I think I’m Malcolm X, Huey Newton
Marcus Garvey, I’m surrounded by my army
Dare a nigga try and harm me
Fuck what a hater think
How could niggas try to rob me?
If I’m out in Abu Dhabi, Ferraris and Maseratis
Fleets pulling up in Nobus and Ciprianis
Or that F1 race track, good luck tryn-a find me
Wherever I’m at, I’m smoking some Bob Marley
Seven-star hotels, you can see the ocean from the lobby
Riding in the ghost, riding to the coast
Believe the great deal of stress
I’ve been through the most
Changed my whole way of thinking, got a new approach
Fly private if it ain't first class, I’m through with coach
Street Fam for life, this we all owe the 'Los
Whole gang, bottles in the air
I propose a toast
We done seen the world
Partied with emirates
We all come from nothing, always remember that
So you should be thankful every time you spend a stack
For the all classy restaurants we ate dinners at
All the cars, Audemars with the different straps
But always strive for more, never be content with that
No beginner rap, number-one contender, jack
Arnold Schwarzenegger returns, Mr. December's back |
i do my thing | Yeah (thats right, lets go)
Yeah (lets go, lets go)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah (I'm extra good)
Yeah, yeah
I smoke I drink I do my thing
I'm livin' in my own world
And if they hate I let them
Who gives a fuck?
Anyone who know about what I do
I'm livin' in my own world
I chill back and I
Spread peace n love, yeah
Have you ever led an alliance?
A bunch of stoner kids livin' life through defiance
Remember back when couldn't cop not one damn appliance
White tee, wrinkled and a mug
Adopted my mothers luck and quick wits
So I spy me a bobbin' head bitch from a mile away
Girls stay a mile away
Do the single lady dance by them other mother fuckers
Nah mean?
And why it gotta be about the ride, ride
At the bar place upon my car in the lot
And I'm blowin' smoke and the dro when I know my loans
Got me thinkin' huh? Where's plain pat at?
All I really know is that go time is about more than a night
Go now I feel a slump
You can't judge me cutie, I'm reckless
I got some mysteries that's confronted when the blunts lit
I smoke I drink I do my thing
I'm livin' in my own world
And if they hate I let them
Who gives a fuck?
Anyone who know about what I do
I'm livin' in my own world
I chill back and I spread peace n love, yeah
First off, fuck all the cloners
Can I shoot a shoutout to all the stoners?
No fingerprints, these isotoners
I'm still buyin' half Ps up off the corner
A nigga on one, better yet I'm on two
Whatchu waitin' on, blaze up, you want to?
Shake and take, get cakes they can shape and scrape
Got the whole world talkin' bout snoop
We wanna wake n bake,
Well lets go
Kid Cudi, my buddy, he got the best smoke
MCs n Gs yeah this the west coast
They say trees is trees
Nah, that's ses loc, let me deftly originate
So you'll appreciate the state of mind
When I'm flyin' high through the friendly skies
Open up your eyes and recognize
Mothership connection connected
Yeah, we gettin' hella high
I smoke I drink I do my thing
I'm livin' in my own world
And if they hate I let them
Who gives a fuck?
Anyone who know about what I do
I'm livin' in my own world
I chill back and I spread peace n love, yeah
I said
We shinin'
We rollin'
We sippin'
We smokin'
We livin'
We happy
They mad
They mad
They mad
They mad
*Repeat all(x4)*
Fuck em
I smoke I drink I do my thing
I'm livin' in my own world
And if they hate I let them
Who gives a fuck?
Anyone who know about what I do
I'm livin' in my own world
I chill back and I spread peace n love, yeah
I said
We shinin'
We rollin'
We sippin'
We smokin'
We livin'
We happy
They mad
They mad(x3)
*Repeat all(x4)*
Fuck em |
my best half | The first time I met my wife was on a Wednesday night
Making party in a German bar
Murs was there, the rap-off at the Gasthof
Check it out, true story
I got something on my mind, can I leave it with you?
I'm still feeling you and all the things that you do
Remember Wednesday nights in that basement bar
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far (sorry)
Hellbound we must have drowned in a bottle of some rusty brown
Running town to town like shut 'em down
Shut 'em, shut 'em, what?
When the buzz wore off you still stuck around
And when I think of all the lines we stepped
And the tolerance required to forgive and forget
When I reflect on the boundaries and limits we set
I recognize neither one of us is innocent
Look I'm just a song writer, I'm not a wrong righter
But I'm alive and I'm proof
Survival ain't exclusive to the strong
We all tryna keep it calm
So this goes to anyone who sings along
Come on, I never said I'm the best
I can't watch my step when I'm watching you step
But baby I'mma do my best
You got me under your spell like I was under arrest
And I ain't never said I'm the best
No special effects, I wanna touch you flesh
But baby I'mma do my best
Love connection, nuff respect
I never said I'm the best
You can check for better, but don't hold your breath
But baby I'mma do my best
We were both impressed, it felt so correct
And I ain't never said I'm the best
Sometimes I forget but I know I'm blessed
But baby I'mma do my....
From the first time that we met, you're my best
She made me wait a couple months for some sex
Murs wasn't there
Echo, echo, echo, echo
Delay, delay, delay, delay
She made love to a switchblade
Then stayed over night for a whole decade
That safety net doesn't mean that your nest is safe
Well played, but still called a checkmate
He made love to a rosebush
Drew a crowd, all of y'all can look but don't push
It's a thin line between crime and justice
First you gotta find us, then you can judge us
Outlaws, we far from flawless
We guilty of whatever the accomplice accomplished
And if the cops drop all of the charges
We'll be out all the mall with identical outfits
Like a couple of fly motherfuckers
We married so we don't testify against each other
'Til they name a holiday after Marvin Gaye
That's all I've got to say, you can stop the tape
We know what it's about
Or maybe we're still tryna figure it out
Or maybe it doesn't matter, we couldn't care a lesser amount
We know what it's about
Or maybe we're still tryna figure it out
Or maybe it doesn't matter, we couldn't care a lesser amount |
black dice | Feel me now
My forefinger flippin' pentagrams
Left hand catch them pix by them peak,
Facin' south
Pinhole pic of my wingspan, jail breakin' doubt
Highest vibration, ninth ring of fire crowned
War cry feel my call, hear my chamber revolve
In your brain like the halls of Amenti
Treat a bitch like a whore
Leave your pink sock at the door
Saturn level flexed
Like these fractals, I coalesce
I'm not takin' this shit anymore
One way in, come again, one way in, no way out
Cheek in tongue when in doubt, feel me now
Violators, feed 'em vapors, don't do me no favors
Feel me now
Drop top changaa flow go boom boom off my rockers
Rollin' doom bumbata choppers
See me through spot light cherry
Fog like Nunhead, no teeth Mary
Don't carry on
Don't where are we how far along
Me care not dare not key my brom
My life on a limb about to break
I'm a tower 'pon tectonic plate
Feel me now
Feel me now
Why you think I'm havin' everything you're rimmin' ass for ask 'em
Whose ass they're rimmin' when I'm flaggin'
Load your cannon, shutter flash heavy damage
Steady hand shit, forget me, you can't bitch
Slappin' click-clack tricks stretch please
My sleeves plastic, can't breath in this atmos'
Fuck atlas, my ego palms planets
Fuck you, yeah, yeah, it's that fuck you can't stand slip
Cut you 'cause I can dip
Feel me now
I'm the man who press that button
Sweaty palm get caught bluffin'
Fold a man into nothin' for nothin'
My oxidized gold shaft floods your jugular with Lucifer
I'll shoot it word, feel like you swallowed Jupiter
Today your city, tomorrow lifting the universe
One way in, come again, one way in, no way out
Cheek in tongue when in doubt
Feel me now |
i dont know | I don't know what these niggas speakin' off
I don't know what these niggas trippin' on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
Don't say my name unless you suicidal
Don't get to close unless you suicidal
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
Money won't ease us
Man niggas even hated on Jesus
Living life on the road on the chase for the money
Cause the hoes won't please us
Yeezus told us there's blood on the leaves
Ain't no love in the streets
Let her run into me and she wanted to meet
Now she fuck with a G
Got your bitch not wanting to speak
Hold up, y'all mahfuckers tried to shit on us
Chain all lit all up
Porsche with the horse like get on up
And my bitch got that shit on her
Rock Balmain cause I'm ballin'
I put red bottoms on red models
And no more red bottles
Straight Belarie nigga every bottles
Ricky Rozay we in here
Double M G we've been here
Straight from the north side
Right by the project how did I get here
Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch
From the Hills, probably live there
And get money like me
And the pussy so wet I need swimwear
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I don't know what these niggas speakin' off
I don't know what these niggas trippin' on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
Don't say my name unless you suicidal
Don't get to close unless you suicidal
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
Suicide doors, riding around with a suicide whore
There's no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaks got suicide on them
Going everywhere you are not going
Doing everything you are not doing
And I've been out to get it and you mention my niggas that's suicide on them
Right back to the money my nigga no we don't play
Say my name and that's D.O.A
And all these chains is saying we okay
And we drink Champagne, eat Frito Lays
At lunchtime, do it for the ghetto one time
I don't even know how to tell time, look at our time
Cause the watch say bust down and the whole band is drumline
Me and my nigga, Rozay that's my nigga
D-Boy, that's my hitter
You ain't doing wrong, as long as you don't touch my hitter
South finger fuck my trigger, smoking on strong
None of y'all can fuck with us
None of y'all gossip, Jigga
Give me my throne, and you ain't gonna like my picture
Leave a comment, fuck nigga
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I don't know what these niggas speakin' off
I don't know what these niggas trippin' on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
Don't say my name unless you suicidal
Don't get to close unless you suicidal
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
You must be suicidal
When we pull up, watch the suicide doors
I've been too deep, make 'em call the 5-0
If he surprised, I know that gun go
BLAT, BLAT, BLAT, BLAT
This kush got me so on
Man I'm so on
We ridin' 'round, we gettin' money
Don't act like you don't know
Don't touch my niggas
I suggest you don't
Boy if you do, you must be suicidal
I don't know what these niggas speakin' off
I don't know what these niggas trippin' on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal
Don't say my name unless you suicidal
Don't get to close unless you suicidal
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you must be suicidal |
bumerang | Jestem na trasie z Nepalu do Fidżi
Bez biznesplanu, a żyję, jak widzisz
Jedyny raper, co ma wszystkie wizy (prawie wszystkie)
Skurwielu, amen, kładź palec na krzyżyk
Bez historii nie zrozumiesz ziemi ani legend zapisanych w snach
Biały człowiek je próbuje zmienić, ale łatwiej okraść niebo z gwiazd
Tu, gdzie wykradali dzieci z chat, kangur skacze w rytmie didgeridoo
Siedzę w sercu jednej z pięknych plaż, ale to nie życie z tabloidów
Tylko z plecakiem gdzieś nad oceanem, to przedostatni przystanek
Przejechałem tyle tylko po to, by dorwać koalę
Torba ze szmalem lata na boki, łeb przez szyberdach
Trzymam tę flachę pod pachą, chcieliby życie jak ja
Lubię tę boskość natury, słońce zmienia kolor skóry
Ona mi szepcze, żebym ją jeszcze tak mocno przytulił
Głośno z fury lecą rapy, kiedy jadę Brisbane
Od pół roku się budzę gdzie indziej
Bo żyję raczej tylko tu i teraz
Bo ktoś wymyślił, że się tylko raz umiera
Dasz wiarę, że nawet nie widziałem aborygena?
Weź mi nie pierdol, że los to bumerang, bo...
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Bez historii nie zrozumiesz ziemi ani legend zapisanych w snach
Tu, gdzie każdy je próbuje zmienić, ale łatwiej okraść niebo z gwiazd
Tu rutyna to więzienie z krat, nie wiem, w jakim rytmie skacze kiwi
Też mam potatuowaną twarz, ale tu ich raczej to nie dziwi
Tylko z plecakiem gdzieś nad oceanem, to mój ostatni przystanek
Przeleciałem tyle tylko po to, by zatańczyć hakę
Moi ludzie obok ramię w ramię, nie da się być dalej
Najbardziej wyluzowany raper
I czuję się, jakbym miał cały świat pod spodem
Pięć tysięcy metrów ponad morzem chodzę
Ludzie lubią sobie tworzyć obraz lęków
I tytułem wstępu go nazywać Bogiem
Ja odrzucam lęki, przez to wszystko mogę
Od najwyższych szczytów, Hobbitonu wiosek
Przełamałem tyle barier w swoim życiu
Że już żadna kurwa nie stanie na drodze
Trzymam w głowie bombę, czas na hekatombę
Tym mauretańskim szlakiem idę na przód
Żyłem jak pielgrzymi czerpiąc moc w świątyni
Teraz, skurwysyny, chodzę jak w zegarku
Tyle siły w sobie, że mógłbym nauczać
Jak nie widzieć życia przez dziurkę od klucza
Łapię ciężki oddech, wokół gangi w Auckland
I czuję, że żyję w moich słabych płucach
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie
Byłem na dnie
Byłem na dnie
Byłem na dnie
Byłem na dnie
Byłem na dnie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę
Byłem na dnie już tam nie wrócę, nie |
lessons | (R-A what's the lesson for today Rugged Man
I am the legendary... R-A)
Yo, ayo people wondering where the fuck I been
At the VIP section they ain't letting me in
They say "maybe if you had Dr. Dre or Timbaland"
They say "a white boy need a black boy to win
Uhh Bubba Sparxx did it and so did Slim
Just Blaze is hot now why don't you get with him"
I watch mad rappers bite my shit and blow up
And make millions of what I created, that's tough luck
I first started getting coverage around the same time
Steve Stoute used to carry Kid n Play's luggage
I seen rappers turned from sex symbols and heartthrobs
To being forgotten now they out looking for jobs
I seen EPMD break up
I seen my little brother Max fall asleep and he ain't never wake up
So when I rhyme listen, seriously
When I spit I'm giving you the truth clearly who I really be
It's an audio version of reality TV
I had deals from Russell Simmonds to Master P
Even five year old white girls be rapping today
On the playground like "go shorty it's ya birthday" (Go, go, go)
(Here's a little story I got to tell)
(I am the legendary
R-A Rugged Man)
Yo yo I seen good days, sun rays, church sundays
Made love, made war, been rich, been poor
Lost friends, lost lawsuits, lost my dough
Seen beef between Bad Boy and Death Row
I seen disease take the life for my sister's kid
Six months on the Earth is what he had to live
I seen Biggie, Big L, Big Pun pass away
Buffy from the Fat Boys, Jam Master Jay
A month before they blew up with Mystikal and Jay Z
The Neptunes came to see me at D&D
I knew this chick named Norah, a lounge singer
A year later she a six Grammy award winner
I seen Flatlinerz, I seen cannabisses
I seen Lil Zane, yo I seen mad misses
You Antoinette-ass bitches get ten percent disses
I seen A&R's get fired for taking pisses
Stop whining and bitching, nobody listens
Who else risking they career sticking to be indifferent
Switching the tradition sticking to this shit they really living?
I don't care what's hitting
Listen this is my mothafucking life that I'm spitting
I'm at peace with myself now how 'bout that?
I hated life, I wanted to die a few years back
I was mentally ill it's hard to come back from that
But I got through it now, I got my sanity back
Y'all are like H-B-O fighters, get the money and fame
Get beat up like Klitschko and Sugar Shane
Or get beat like Vernon Forrest or Prince Naseem
And you all turn pussy once you get that green
I got love for Havoc from Mobb Deep
When I was broke sleeping in the street
He hooked me up with a free beat
Alchemist you still my little buddy
Even though you stole that Royce Da 5'9" "The King" beat from me
I ain't down to sign autographs and shake ya hands
I don't want trendy ass followers for fans
I don't wanna sell records, I don't wanna be big
I don't want MTV running up in my crib
I don't wanna be liked in the music biz
I don't want fans that don't know who G Rap is |
proof | Hey, "I got this" it's what I like to call
You know what it's gon' take, stop playing with your boy
Stop acting like I never made changes for your sake (what?)
Flipping the script on me that’s your forte, yeah
We've gotta fix this here baby, oh yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Been through some shit this year
You been working tryna up your net worth, shawty
Doing the leg work, shawty
'Fore you leave, give me sex first shawty
I gotta get you wet first, shawty, nah nah
You gotta love me and baby we can call it a truce
You know I don't got shit to prove
This is something you always do
You know I only give my love to you
Ain't got a God damn thing to prove, nah nah nah
You got my heart, that's proof nah nah nah
How could you ever cut me loose? Nah nah nah
Here's your proof, nah nah nah
Damn, girl you better stop it
You told me tell them other girls to stop calling and I did
Always think I'm with another broad when you're not here
This the truth, why would I lie to you? What are you doing? Worried 'bout what I'm doing
Say you got the proof, it's in my music
I'm a poet baby, had to let you know it, baby, thought you knew it
I chopped down, screw it, I guess I got to slow it up for you this time
Always thinking 'bout you and I, don't ever question if I'm down for you or not
Girl you know I'm down for ya
Whenever shit got deep, I would of drowned for ya
Come be a queen, I got this crown for ya
I come all the way to Bridgetown for ya
You gotta love me and baby we can call it a truce
You know I don't got shit to prove
This is something you always do
You know I only give my love to you
Ain't got a God damn thing to prove, nah nah nah
You got my heart, that's proof, nah nah nah
How could you ever cut me loose, nah nah nah
Here's your proof, nah nah nah
Hey, oh nah nah, bounce with it oh nah nah nah
I come out to Bridgetown with it, hey
Oh say my name, hey, oh, say my name |
see you again | Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, oh
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy
I stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Anytime I count sheep
That's the only time we make up, make up
You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
Now I don't wanna wake up
20/20, 20/20 vision
Cupid hit me, Cupid hit me with precision, I
Wonder if you look both ways
When you cross my mind, I said, I said
I'm sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing
You're the one that's always running through my day dreams, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
Can I get a kiss?
And can you make it last forever?
I said I'm 'bout to go to war
And I don't know if I'ma see you again
Can I get a kiss? (Can I?)
And can you make it last forever? (Can you?)
I said I'm 'bout to go to war (I'm 'bout to)
And I don't know if I'ma see you again
(Uh, switch it up)
I said, okay, okay, okay, okie dokie, my infatuation
Is translatin' to another form of what you call it? (Love)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, I ain't met you
I've been looking, stop the waiting
'fore I stop the chasing, like an alcoholic
"You don't understand me", what the fuck do you mean?
It's them rose tinted cheeks, yeah it's them dirt-colored eyes
Sugar honey iced tea, bumblebee on the scene
Yeah I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie
Yeugh!
20/20, 20/20 vision
Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision, I
Wonder if you look both ways
When you cross my mind, I said, I said
I'm sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing
You're the one that's always running through my day dreams, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
(So)
Can I get a kiss? (Can I get a kiss?)
And can you make it last forever? (Make it last forever)
I said I'm 'bout to go to war ('Bout to go to war)
I don't know if I'ma see you again (See you again)
Can I get a kiss? (Can I?)
And can you make it last forever? (Can you?)
I said I'm 'bout to go to war ('Bout to)
And I don't know if I'ma see you again
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, oh
La la, la la la la, la la
La la, la la la, la la
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, oh
La la, la la la la, la la
La la, la la la la
One more time? |
i aint gonna lie | It's 50 nigga
I'm just gonna remind you
(I just wanna,) you shoe shining ass niggas
And your boy for me you niggas be in a train station
Now you niggas rap
Want a hand nigga mixtape
I'm why you hang nigga a mixtape
You punk your ass nigga
Don't give me your mother f*cking tape nigga
I could take you to dinner girl but I ain't gonna lie
I just wanna fuck you baby
Go to a movie girl
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl
Said I could take you shopping girl, but I ain't gonna lie
I just wanna fuck you baby
Oh I could feel your head up girl but I ain't gonna lie
I just wanna fuck you girl
So many things I wanna show you girl
Succeed then I guess I owe you girl
Louie Vuitton movin on
For the sun comes up and the top comes down
Tryin to find out what the white royce with the voice about
What do I ..extra claiming
James brown doing like a sex machine
Got a hot real fetisch love this mean shit
Sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, Charlie Sheen bitch
See me zooted and booted on my Obama Shit
Money ain’t new telling how much I’ma get
I spit bars had a wood in the frenzy
Fuck around take a chain like Lindsey
Pop about taking pictures of my fendy
Catch me in Prada or maybe Escada
Just another beautiful day in LA
And I’m in New York a professional shit talk
And uh I see nigga is stressing
And I’m straight so I’m guessing
I’ma above to possesion
I could take you to dinner girl but I ain't gonna lie
I just wanna fuck you baby
Go to a movie girl
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl
Said I could take you shopping girl, but I ain't gonna lie
I just wanna fuck you baby
Oh I could feel your head up girl but I ain't gonna lie
I just wanna fuck you girl
You just take a little bit of my conversation when I talk
To make it clear for shawty I’m that nigga in New York
Shawty now lay down, put your head back
I put your legs back stroke and move your bed back
When we get to those back shots, shawty throw it back
When you back it up at me I like that
Let me guess I’ll turn you on, I’ll turn you on I bet
We just getting started in everything soaking wet
This pussy good she ain't worry about the rent this month
This pussy must have went and bought this bitch the bens up on front
For me is nothing I’m just f*cking for the fuck of it
But shawty acting like we just did another shit
It Can’t be it, it could be, okay maybe she’s good girl
Attracted to me and things from my world
Temptations are great when ..that will weight karrots ten times eight
I could take you to dinner girl but I ain't gonna lie
I just wanna fuck you baby
Go to a movie girl
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl
Said I could take you shopping girl, but I ain't gonna lie
I just wanna fuck you baby
Oh I could feel your head up girl but I ain't gonna lie
I just wanna fuck you girl
*to be completed* |
mac 10 | Wheezy outta here
Yeah
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (Yeah)
Pussy get popped 'bout that actin' (Pussy get popped 'bout that)
Please say hello to my gat, bitch (Please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass, bro, on my slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my blatt shit (Blatt shit)
I'm from 800 block where we whack shit (Whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (Snatch shit)
I'm at the top of the penthouse (Penthouse)
Your nigga pocket on lint ball (Lint ball)
Elliot Diamonds like Kristoff (Elliot)
You cannot trap with no pistol (No pistol)
These niggas lame and they not in my league (My league)
Rich nigga smell like Gelato and cream (Cream)
Freaky lil' bitch and she swallow my seed (Seed)
I keep a gat and a bitch on her knees (Slatt)
We stick together like Cuban links (Cuban links)
Trippin' with Trippie, I came in a mink (Trippin')
We out in public, they flashing the cameras (Flash)
Look at my diamonds, they wet like a sink (Woosh)
All of my bitches be bad to the bone (To the bone)
And they know I'm a king at the top of the throne (Throne)
Flew out to Spain, they was singing my song
I got that stick and I'm never alone
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (Yeah)
Pussy get popped 'bout that actin' (Pussy get popped 'bout that)
Please say hello to my gat, bitch (Please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass, bro, on my slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my blatt shit (Blatt shit)
I'm from 800 block where we whack shit (Whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (Snatch shit)
Niggas know that I'm slime, I get slimy as ever
I got what I got and I got it together
We got some problems, we poppin' wherever
The big homie can't even squash it, I'm telling 'ya
If I get your shit, I ain't gon' post it, I'm selling it
Go to my show, put on drip like I'm dealing it
Shout out my young niggas, swear they be killing shit
Sippin' codeine, that shit give me energy
I'm from 400 block where we still trappin'
Niggas know that we gangbang and still active
We walk down with them sticks like we drill masters
Got them MACs in the Range, we gon' kill Casper
And I hop out with that shit on me (Shit on me)
They treat the kid like I'm big homie
Shoutout to Blood, he know that I'm cuz
But he know that I keep that trip on me
Baby (Wheezy outta here)
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (Yeah)
Pussy get popped 'bout that actin' (Pussy get popped 'bout that)
Please say hello to my gat, bitch (Please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass, bro, on my slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my blatt shit (Blatt shit)
I'm from 800 block where we whack shit (Whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (Snatch shit) |
gunwalk | (Yeah ho!) I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
(Yeah ho!) See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
(Yeah ho!) I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
(Yeah ho!) Yeah, I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
(Yeah ho!) See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
(Yeah ho!) I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
(Yeah ho!) And there's no talking back when my gun talk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
Yeah, see me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho-ass nigga
Leave that nigga with a toe tag, nigga
Barrel so long you can pole dance, nigga
Run up in ya house, where the dope at, nigga?
Murder she wrote on a notepad, nigga
Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga
Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga
I walk around with this shotgun
And this bitch bigger than me, nigga
Don't open up your fuckin' mouth
'Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth, nigga
Shoot 'em up then leave, nigga, I smell Summer's Eve, nigga
We shoot first, it's better to give than receive, nigga
I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
Yeah, I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back, when my gun talk
Keep that ho shit over there (Yeah ho!)
And we don't shoot in the air
I can't fuck with these niggas, man, these niggas gummy bears
Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that motherfucker's hair
It's like, man, you can't trust nobody
I don't even have a trust fund
Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga
Don't duck, nigga, 'cause I duck hunt
Bitch, rock with me, that Glock with me
That chopper with me, obviously
I'mma empty this motherfucker
That's fifty shots, approximately
Now fuck with me, get fucked over
Emergency room, rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
My gun loaded, yours sober
I pull your card like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got your gun drawn
I'll send you back to the drawin' board
Lil Tunechi
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
You don't talk back, when I cock back
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
Yeah!
Walking 'round this motherfucker limpin'
'Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scottie Pippen's
On the molly and I'm twisted, throw your body with the fishes
Double back around that corner and embodyin' the witness
Uh, real niggas don't talk much, do drive-by's and walk-up's
Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star-struck
I don't fuck with lame niggas, I got good aim, nigga
Pop a pill, pop you, my nickname is Pain Killer
I'm still that same nigga; Eastside, I rep that
Pussy niggas better get right, or where I see you, you get left at
Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk
Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk
Gudda
I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And it's no talkin' back when it go off
You speechless, you speechless
I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
You speechless, you speechless
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
You speechless, you speechless
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
You speechless, you speechless - when I cock back
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk |
90059 | Take my mind on this road, you too
I took my mind on this road, way through
I take your mind on this road, you do
I took my mind on this road, way through
I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my pocket
The stench from the smoker's smoke, so ferocious
Winos in the alley, nearly slumped over
Demons in they eyes, glassy, no Folgers
Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one
Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters
Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's over
Something like Velcro, stay attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, grams and a new weave
All they got is spandex pants, and some loose knees
Niggas taking chances, tip-toeing with two Ps
No one's exempt, weak or strong they do bleed
Candle light vigils, closure if they do leave
Bullets have a name defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of different challengers
Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters
Play your cards right or be scratching off them calendars
I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my pocket
These waters are murky, crocodiles they lurking
Murder rate merging, up and down virgins
Guess you gotta play street versions of a surgeon
Keep beat bursting, closing down all your curtains
When shit don't go right, gotta question your purpose
Denim with them serpents coming back to surface
EBT, zero balance, worthless
You either leave in limousines or them hearses
Too much bad blood, another problem emerges
You started the problem you motherfucking deserved it
Politicking, a lot of liquor, that be the answer
They Marlboro, trying to trick them, they be the cancer
Gotta get that loose change, you gotta kick a nigga brain
Like your name Liu Kang, that be the mantra
Stop, look, listen, that's the words to live by
Know you gotta stake your claim, like a rib-eye
90059, nigga, here's why
I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my pocket
Ah, shit, get out my pocket
Ah, shit, get out my pocket
Get out my pocket
A force from the rap game my nigga, this ain’t a circus
There’s no Ringling Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey
Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out lately
Bitch niggas get they hat brought to them, you don’t communicate
Well hands and the gat talk to you, what’s the convo?
Don’t think fast, you end up getting a combo
Think situations is calm, then they bomb though
Sleeping in the bando, it’s either death or jail
Something you never planned for, dreaming about Lambos
Wake up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost
Straight up out the motherfuckin’ crockpot it’s Watts
One stops leave you with dope, socks is not boxed
No rats, re-rock—that got them all losing weight
Got all they teeth shot but got a sweet spot
Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the detox
All of this in one zip code, keep the streets hot
I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my pocket |
keisha | Jawan Harris:
Have you ever loved someone so bad
But they don't know you alive
Well I have...
I've been waiting just about all day
For you to come on around here (Yeah)
Cuz' I been trying to get at ya
But its been kinda hard to catch ya
(Ah Ooh) Ooh, Ooh
With all that pretty on your face
You don't even know what you did
(What you did, What you did)
You stole my heart from the start
Got me triippin' like...
Keisha, Keisha, oh Keisha
Shawty, I really want to meet ya
(Aye Keisha, Aye Keisha, Aye Keisha) Oh, Keisha
Get out the way
Keisha now coming through
Aye shawty what it do
Let’s talk about me and you
Now I ain’t tryna be impatient
I know all the guys are tryna get at you too, baby
Tell them they don’t leave you?, save it
Baby come play with the majors
I never get tired of waiting
Cuz’ I know you won’t be waiting sooner or later
And baby I ain’t gon stop until you make me your screensaver
Keisha, Keisha, oh Keisha
Shawty, I really want to meet ya
(Aye Keisha, Aye Keisha, Aye Keisha) Oh, Keisha
Keisha, Keisha, oh Keisha
(What I gotta do girl to meet you girl)
Shawty, I really want to meet ya
(Aye Keisha, Aye Keisha, Aye Keisha) Oh, Keisha
Slow down (Slow down), Slow down (Slow down)
Ain’t it bout time we got this show on the road now
Oh, I don’t want no one else
Only want you
Girl I barely even know you and look what you do
Cuz’ this is a man’s world
So you should be mine girl
You just dont know what you do to me
Keisha
Girls are all the same, can’t lie
Maybe I’m just looking for the wrong thing
Love don’t come sooner or later
But for right now I’m gonna keep playin’
One day at a time
She the one? never mind
Wide awake, awla
Can’t love them, heart throb
Sink though, lock eyes now we both froze
I’m staring at you like old folks
When I move fast, but I gotta take it slow
For real though, I’m Tyga, nice to meet you
Ask her name she said her name was
Keisha, Keisha, oh Keisha
(I really want to meet you)
Shawty, I really want to meet ya
But I don’t know what I gotta do
Just to kick it with you
Keisha, Keisha, oh Keisha
Shawty, I really want to meet ya
Keisha
Hey Keisha…
(Aye quit playing girl)
(You know you like me back) |
obsessed remix | I guess shorty mad he don't got you no more
So just like Pinocchio, his nose gon' grow
Gucci Mane, Mariah Carey bling blaw wow
I wish I had a lie detector test right now
He hit my girl, word? Oh that's what you heard?
He know he a bird, I know he a nerd
Catch me in the A with a bad yellow bone
9, 10, 11, 12 diamond chains on
All up in the blogs
Saying we met at the bar
When I don't even know who you are
Say we up in your house
Saying I'm up in your car
But you in LA and I'm out at Jermaine's
I'm up in the A, you're so, so lame
And no one here even mentions your name
It must be the weed, it must be the E
Cause you be poppin', hood, you get it poppin
Oooh whooa
Why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know
Lyin' that you're sexin' me
When everybody knows
It's clear that you're upset with me
Ooooh
Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress
Last man on the earth still couldn't get this
You're delusional, you're delusional
Boy you're losing your mind
It's confusing, yo, you're confused, you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you're bathing in Windex
Oooh-oooh-oooh
Boy, why you so obsessed with me?
(oh-oh-whooa-oh) (2x)
And all the ladies sing
(oh-oh-whooa-oh) (2x)
All the girls sing
O o-o-o o-oh obsessed
O o-o-o o-oh obsessed
O o-o-o o-oh obsessed
If you sexy and you fine baby put your hands up
And tell your ex-boyfriend to get his bands up
Don't lying know your stick, homeboy man up
All my real get money ballers stand up
You see her with the kid, you know what it is
Gucci, get the girl flawless, you what we did
Shorty stay fresh, got 'em obsessed
Simply cause she blessed
You know she the best, yes
You on your job, you hittin' hard
Ain't gon' feed you, I'mma let you starve
Graspin' for air, I'm ventilation
You out of breath, hope you ain't waitin'
Tellin' the world how much you miss me
But we never were so why you trippin'?
You a mom and pop, I'm a corporation
I'm the press conference, you're a conversation
Oooh whooa
Why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know
Lyin' that you're sexin' me
When everybody knows
It's clear that you're upset with me
Ooooh
Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress
Last man on the earth still couldn't get this
You're delusional, you're delusional
Boy you're losing your mind
It's confusing, yo, you're confused, you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you're bathing in Windex
Oooh-oooh-oooh
Boy, why you so obsessed with me?
(oh-oh-whooa-oh) (2x)
And all the ladies sing
(oh-oh-whooa-oh) (2x)
All the girls sing
O o-o-o o-oh obsessed
O o-o-o o-oh obsessed
O o-o-o o-oh obsessed |
2014 forest hills drive credits | INTRO
Written by J. Cole
Produced by J. Cole for Dreamvillain, Administered by Songs of Universal (BMI)
Additional Production by Ronald Gilmore
Additional Instrumentation by James Rodgers (Bass Trombone), James Casey (Saxophone), Travis Antoine (Trumpet).
Assistant Engineer: Jeremy Cimino (Jungle Studios) and Jack Mason (MSR Studios)
Recorded at Jungle Studios New York, NY
Mixed at MSR Studios New York, NY
Horns recorded by Jack Mason at MSR Studios New York, NY
JANUARY 28TH
Written by J. Cole, Y. Arai and K. Murai
Produced by J. Cole for Dreamvillain, Administered by Songs of Universal (BMI). Additional Production by Timothy "Nick Paradise" Thomas and Andre "Dre Charles" Thomas, "Team Titans" for Team Titans Music Publishing (BMI). Additional instrumentation by Ronald Gilmore (Keys), Nate Jones (Bass) and David Linaburg (Guitar). Additional Vocals by Kaye Fox. Assistant Engineer Jeremy Cimino (Jungle Studios) and Jack Mason (MSR Studios). Recorded at Perfect Sound Studios Los Angeles, CA and Mixed at MSR Studios New York, NY
"Sky Restaurant" performed by Hi-Fi Set, used courtesy of Sony Music (Japan) Inc. This composition embodies portions of "Sky Restaurant," written by Y. Arai and K. Murai, published by Alfa Music c/o Sony Japan c/o Sony/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP)
WET DREAMZ
Written by J. Cole, C. Simmons and R. Hammond
Produced by J. Cole for Dreamvillain, Administered by Songs of Universal (BMI). Assistant Engineer: Jack Mason (MSR Studios). Recorded and Mixed at MSR Studios in New York, NY
"Mariya" performed by Family Circle, used courtesy of Sweet Strawberry Music Group. This composition embodies portions of "Mariya," written by C. Simmons, published by Sweet Strawberry Music Group (BMI). "Impeach the President" performed by The Honeydrippers, used courtesy of Tuff City Records. This composition embodies portions of "Impeach the President," written by R. Hammond, published by Swing Beat Songs (BMI)
03' ADOLESCENCE
Written by J. Cole, W. Brown, J. Burke and J. Van Heusen
Produced by William "Willie B." Brown for Four Dott Music (ASCAP). Additional Instrumentation by Nuno Malo (Strings). Assistant Engineer Sean Kellett (Perfect Sound Studios) and Jack Mason (MSR Studios). Recorded at Perfect Sound Studios Hollywood, CA and Mixed at MSR Studios New York, NY
"Here's That Rainy Day" performed by Sonia Rosa with Yuji Ono, used courtesy of Sony Music Entertainment (Japan) Inc. All rights reserved. This composition contains elements of "Here's That Rainy Day," written by J. Burke and J. Van Heusen, published by Marke-Music Publishing Co., Inc. (ASCAP). All rights administered by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP) / Spirit Two Music, Inc (ASCAP) / Bourne Co. (ASCAP)
A TALE OF 2 CITIEZ
Written by J. Cole and A. Hernandez
Produced by Anderson "Vinylz" Hernandez for Vinylz Music Group, Sony/ATV Music (ASCAP). Additional Background Vocals by Kaye Fox, Rose "TS" Desandies and Yolanda Renee. Assistant Engineer: Sean Kellett (Perfect Sound Studios) and Jack Mason (MSR Studios). Recorded at Perfect Sound Studios in Hollywood, CA and Mixed at MSR Studios in New York, NY
FIRE SQUAD
Written by J. Cole and M. Farner
Produced by J. Cole for Dreamvillain, Administered by Songs of Universal (BMI). Additional Production by "Vinylz" Hernandez for Vinylz Music Group, Sony/ATV Music (ASCAP). Sample presented by Brion "Nervous Reck" for The Nervous System (ASCAP). Assistant Engineer Jack Mason (MSR Studios). Recorded and Mixed at MSR Studios New York, NY
"Heartbreaker" performed by Aguaturbia, used courtesy of Aguaturbia. This composition embodies portions of "Hearbreaker," written by M. Farner, published by Storybook Music (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved
ST. TROPEZ
Written by J. Cole, M. Small, Jr., A. Fischer, W. Griffin III, J. Carthorn, D. Hollis, D. Williams, D. Williams, D. Wolinski and W. Irvine
Produced by J. Cole for Dreamvillain, Administered by Songs of Univeral (BMI). Additional Instrumentation by Ronald Gilmore (Keys), CharGaux (Strings), James Rodgers (Bass Trombone), James Casey (Saxophone), Travis Antoine (Trumpet). Additional Background Vocals by Rose "TS" Desandies. Assistant Engineer: Raphael "Wreck-It-Raph" Lee. Mixed at MSR Studios in New York, NY. Horns recorded by Jack Mason at MSR Studios in New York, NY
"That's Alright With Me" performed by Esther Phillips, used courtesy of Sony Music Entertainment and King Records Co. Ltd. This composition embodies portions of "That's Alright With Me," written by M. Small, Jr., published by Ma Glo Publishing (BMI)
This composition contains an interpolation of "Hollywood," written by A. Fischer, W. Griffin III, J. Carthorn, D. Hollis, D. Williams, D. Williams and D. Wolinski, published by Universal Music Corp. / Universal Polygram International Publishing Inc. / Wayniac Publishing / Tripploc Publishing / Warren G Publishing / Neblove Publishing / Spirit Two Music / Big Elk Music
"Sister Sanctified" performed by Stanley Turrentine with Milt Jackson, used courtesy of Sony Music Entertainment and King Records Co. Ltd. This composition contains portions of "Sister Sanctified," written by W. Irvine, published by Nodlew Publishing (BMI)
G.O.M.D
Written by J. Cole, D. Andrews, D. Holmes, E. Jackson and J. Smith
Produced by J. Cole for Dreamvillain, Administered by Songs of Universal (BMI). Additional Instrumentation by Ronald Gilmore (Keys). Assistant Engineer: Jack Mason (MSR Studios). Recorded by Nate Alford at Windmark Studios in Santa Monica, CA and Mixed by Juro "Mez" Davis at MSR Studios in New York, NY
"Berta, Berta" performed by Branford Marsalis, used courtesy of Sony Music Entertainment. This composition embodies portions of "Berta, Berta" performed by Branford Marsalis, written by D. Andrews
This composition embodies portions of "Get Low," written by D. Holmes, E. Jackson and J. Smith, published by Reservoir 416 (BMI) / EMI Blackwood Music Inc. (BMI) / Collipark Music, Inc. (BMI) / Ewc Music (BMI) / Da Crippler Music (BMI)
NO ROLE MODELZ
Written by J. Cole, D. Barnes, M. Whiteman, P. Beauregard, J. Houston, T. Stevens, E. Stevens, D. Stevens and B. Jones
Produced by Darius "Phonix Beatz" Barnes for Slapademiks (SESAC). Additional Production by J. Cole for Dreamvillain, Administered by Songs of Universal (BMI). Additional Background Vocals by Kaye Fox. Beat presented by DJ Dahi. Assistant Engineer: Sean Kellett (Perfect Sound Studios). Recorded and Mixed at Perfect Sound Studios in Hollywood, CA
This composition embodies portions of "Don't Save Her," written by M. Whiteman, P. Beauregard, J. Houston, T. Stevens, E. Stevens, D. Stevens and B. Jones, published by Toneonly Music Publishing Co. / E Forty Music Management US LLC (BMI) d/b/a BMG Bumblebee a/c Tefnoise Publishing LLC and Ultra Empire Music (BMI) / B Legit Music Publishing Co. (BMI)
HELLO
Written by J. Cole
Produced by J. Cole for Dreamvillain, Administered by Songs of Universal (BMI). Co-Production by @PopWansel for Private Stock Entertainment/GOOOOOOOO!!! Music/The Starr Island Group and @JProof for Private Stock/GOOOOOOOO!!! Music/The Starr Island Group. Additional Instrumentation by Nuno Malo (Strings). Additional Background Vocals by Kaye Fox. Assistant Engineer: Sean Kellett (Perfect Sound Studios) and Jack Mason (MSR Studios). Recorded at Perfect Sound Studios in Hollywood, CA and Mixed at MSR Studios in New York, NY
APPARENTLY
Written by J. Cole and F. Trecca
Produced by J. Cole for Dreamvillain, Administered by Songs of Universal (BMI). Additional Instrumentation by Ronald Gilmore, Nate Jones (Bass), Jeff Gitelman (Guitar), James Rodgers (Bass Trombone), James Casey (Saxophone), Travis Antoine (Trumpet). Additional Vocals by Kaye Fox. Sample provided by Damon "Omen" Coleman for Dopart (ASCAP). Assistant Engineer: Sean Kellett (Perfect Sound Studios) and Jack Mason (MSR Studios). Recorded at Perfect Sound Studios in Hollywood, CA and Mixed at MSR Studios in New York, NY. Horns recorded by Jack Mason at MSR Studios in New York, NY
"La Morte Dell Erminia" performed by F. Trecca used courtesy of Universal Music Italy. This composition contains elements of "La Morte Dell Erminia," written by F. Trecca, published by Warner/Chappell Music Italiana SRL (SIAE). All rights administered by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP). All rights reserved
Excerpts from "CB#5," as performed by C. Bess, used under license from Bland-Ricky Roberts. This composition embodies portions of "CB#5," written by C. Bess and used under license from Bland-Ricky Roberts
LOVE YOURZ
Written by J. Cole, R. Ibanga Jr., C. McCormick and C. Price
Produced by Ramon "!llmind" Ibanga Jr. for Little Trouble Big China (ASCAP). Additional Instrumentation by Carl "Cardiak" McCormick for Heartfelt Productions (BMI) / Universal Music and Calvin "Critical" Price for Heartfelt Music (BMI). Assistant Engineer: Sean Kellett (Perfect Sound Studios) and Jack Mason (MSR Studios). Recorded at Perfect Sound Studios in Hollywood, CA and Mixed at MSR Studios in New York, NY
NOTE TO SELF
Written by J. Cole and R. Gilmore
Co-Produced by J. Cole for Dreamvillain, Administered by Songs of Universal (BMI) and Ronald Gilmore for Ron Gilmore Music (BMI). Additional Instrumentation by Ronald Gilmore (Keys), Nate Jones (Bass), David Linaburg (Guitar), James Rodgers (Bass Trombone), James Casey (Saxophone), Travis Antoine (Trumpet). Additional Vocals by Rose "TS" Desandies and Yolanda Renee. Assistant Engineer: Jack Mason (MSR Studios). Recorded and Mixed at MSR Studios in New York, NY. Horns recorded by Jack Mason at MSR Studios in New York, NY
~ Thank You's ~
THANK YOU
THANK GOD
~ Additional Credits ~
Executive Producers:
Jermaine Cole, Dreamville, Mark Pitts & Roc Nation
A&R:
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
A&R Administration:
Mwango "MK" Kasote
Recorded and Mixed by:
Juro "Mez" Davis for Dreamville
Management:
Ibrahim Hamad and Adam Roy Rodney for Dreamville
Mark Pitts and Wayne Barrow for Bystorm Entertainment
Product Managers:
Nelly Ortiz for Roc Nation
April Pope for Columbia
Camille Mathews for Dreamville
A&R / Management Coordinator:
Julius Garcia
Marketing:
Dreamville, Roc Nation and Columbia Records
Creative Direction:
Adam Roy Rodney for Dreamville
Media Relations & Publicity:
Kathryn Frazier for Biz 3
Art Direction & Graphic Design:
Felton Brown for Dreamville
Justin Thomas Kay for Doubleday & Cartwright
J. Cole Legal:
Damien Granderson
Jonathan Koby
Roc Nation Legal:
Christina Suarez
Photography:
Anthony Blasko for Doubleday & Cartwright
~ Copyright & Distribution ~
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give it to em | I ain't no killa but don't push me
I look a nigga in his eyes, tell ya if he pussy
Remembering the times the people would overlook me
The bitches would try to play me
My future was looking shady
Wanted to be a star, they lock me behind bars
Try to shatter my dreams, I tell you them times hard
I ain't never give up
I hustled, I grind hard
Put my faith in the Lord
I know I'mma shine hard
I had no choice but to win
But the odds was against me
So I'm rolling through this bitch with my palms on my Semi
My Dad died when I was young so my Mom would defend me
And my sister would protect me
Now the made niggas respect me
Had to learn to be a man, learn to hold my hands
Learn to work that scale, turn the mouses into grams
Learn to stack this money, work for two and feed the fam
Now I'm the best thing since zaf curry on the lamb
I got 30 in my Glock, moving I'm squeezing
Ocean Drive in the drop head like I'm dreaming
Leaning, Addicted to the money, I'm feigning
Shit you wish you saw, I seen it at 23
Skinny nigga, big dreams, lot of pride
Somebody get in the way of that, it's homicide
My heart cold as Omelly heart when his Mama died
Or cold like Tashima & Ta' when my Aunt Rhonda died
Niggas got fat when we starve, It wasn't Ramadan
But sunny days, we ain't need a lot of time
So I'm like Tony Hawk on a skating board, I gotta grind
What I wouldn't do for a dollar sign, I don't know
It ain't bout money nigga I don't go
Shoot him in his head now he's John Doe
Nine on me, Rondo
I turned a fuckin' quarter ounce into a condo
I turned a condo into a fuckin'
They knock the breath out ya boy
Once he got sentenced
And I'm kinda tipsy so I'm spilling family business
At 10 I lost my pops, too many years he been missing
Mum B, mind gone at all time, that shit ridiculous
Bright lights and flights
See what this life will bring to you?
Bitches faming' my name
See what that shit'll bring to you?
The world is ice cold
Poncho, show him what that flame do
9 millimeters for evil, he can aim too
I seen it all befo'
Seen my mama praying
Seen my B forget my name
Seen my brother's walls cave in
Life is but a dream to me
Lately it's a nightmare
Cause it's a war going on and these people don't fight fair
Asking what the feeling like to see my family living right
Proud of myself because my name light up these Philly nights
God, I hope I'm living right and sorry for the tattoos
But if I go tonight, please take care of my nephews
I make the song cry
Make it drip, make it tear
Told you niggas from the rip
From the tier every beat
That I get I'mma rip, I'mma tear in pieces
Like deuces I be super sport creeping
I say, I be with the cool kids
Chilling on some cool shit
SRT-8 her like scrapers on some coon shit
I said we move shit
Eat a dick I do's this
They be on that goon shit
We on that Looney Tune shit
But I let that tool spit, air something
Bet I let that tool rip, tear something
Far way back, we head huntin'
We be on that shit for real a head buster
A Southsider, product of my environment, leadbuster
I be in the newest coupe
Blowing on some fruity fruit
Chain look like Juicy Fruit, mixed up Fruity Loops
Ayo where my boys at, squad up, hootie-hoo
Bitch you either out or in the circle like a hula hoop
Bitch I'm on that shit I talk that shit just like an interlude
And I spit that fire and you tire like an inner tube
All these niggas liars
Call me pliers how I'm grippin' dudes
You should see how I be dipping through
I said tell him they don't want this
They can take a drum clip
Candy in the pot or in the package like it's Fun Dip
I be on that real shit, they be on that nut shit
Cookie, pussy boy, bubblegum shit
Bitch made, uh |
inside outside | Yeah, yeah
Shoulda died already (Faces)
I shoulda died already, shit (Faces)
Yeah, I shoulda died already
(Faces) Came in, I was high already
E'rybody trippin' that my mind ain't steady
For my sin shoulda been crucified already, rah!
Why the fuck you need me? (Faces)
Don't you know how to fly already?
Try and tell you that it ain't real (Faces)
Tell 'em "Find that yeti" (Owoo!)
Oh
Motherfucker! (I'm that yeti!)
And it all could end right now (Faces)
I never been so ready
(Faces) All my homies philosophers (Damn right!)
Yeah (Faces), all my homies philosophers
And I don't need nobody, I would love somebody though
Don't you ever get it fucked up (Faces)
Everybody wanna be God
Besides God, he wanna be like us
I ain't never sleep too much
Beat that pussy up, she gonna need that trust
(Faces) Never see me on the street too much
But on the inside, I'm outside
All the time (Faces)
(Faces)
Try and stay away from electric shock
(Faces) That electric shock
I'm outside (Faces, faces)
Faces
Faces
Faces
Faces
Faces
Faces
Faces
Faces
Faces
Faces
Faces |
mad | You got the light, count it all joy
You got the right to be mad
But when you carry it alone you find it only getting in the way
They say you gotta let it go
Now tell 'em why you mad son
Cause doing it all ain't enough
'Cause everyone all in my cup
'Cause such and such still owe me bucks
So I got the right to get bucked
But I try not to let it build up
I'm too high, I'm too better, too much
So I let it go, let it go, let it go
I ran into this girl, she said, "Why you always blaming?"
"Why you can't just face it?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
"Why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
"Why you always talking shit, always be complaining?"
"Why you always gotta be, why you always gotta be so..." (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
I got a lot to be mad about (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love, baby?
Yeah, but I got a lot to be mad about
Got a lot to be a man about, got a lot to pop a xan about
I used to rock hand-me-downs and now I rock standing crowds
But it's hard when you only got fans around and no fam around
And if they are, then their hands are out and they pointing fingers
When I wear this fucking burden on my back
Like a motherfucking cap and gown
Then I walk up in the bank, pants sagging down
And I laugh at frowns—what they mad about?
Cause here come this motherfucker with this mass account
That didn't wear a cap and gown
Are you mad 'cause the judge ain't give me more time?
And when I attempted suicide, I didn't die
I remember how mad I was on that day
Man, you gotta let it go before it get up in the way
Let it go, let it go
I ran into this girl, she said, "Why you always blaming?"
"Why you can't just face it?"
"Why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
I got a lot to be mad about (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love, baby?
I ran into this girl, I said, "I'm tired of explaining"
Man, this shit is draining
But I'm not really allowed to be mad |
colors | Ok now shorty had yellow
Shorty eyes brown
Shorty so gold
And so is my crown
Baby color me red
Shorty code red
And so is my flag
Purple in my bag
And shorty hair black
And so is that card
That I got in my bag
How could I go Hard from my girl in fact
I could take a ball from the world
Since the president black
I went and bought a black pearls
Like damn
And she gonna wanna see lil wayne go
She just wanna bonnafie lil wayne boe
Now or later cause me and her gonna create art together
Ohhhh
She wanna do it has we do it all night
I never blew it hurt my lung
I only look nice
See the wall black and I dress all white
Yeaaa
Mama says she love it when I'm color coordinated
So I pull up in a maroon coupe with maroon laces
In my Supras I maneuver like
MacGyver when it's time to ride
Say she always feeling blue
When he telling white lies
Rain on her window pain
All she see is grey skies
Told her hit this purple
Maybe this will ease your mind
I'm rocking purple lable
Check out my shirt design
Perfect with her purple kisses
Slack track number eight
From The Dream maybe this is something you ain't neva see
Put you in a real world
Take you out that green screen
Sippin on pink panties
In the stretched limousine
They takin off pink panties
When we hit the room please
Don't confuse me for no murderer like Norman Bates
But I'm about to kill it
Pull out the yellow tape
I'm guessing I'm a criminal
You caught up in my web
Like a brown recluse
K. Dot is a color never seen boo
She love it when I'm flamed up
Valet park the Red Lamborghini at the Grand Lux
Grammys with the red tux
She a red bone
Red manicure
Red hair
Think I like her
Might wife her in some red airs
Walk her up my red stairs
Headed to the red room
She gone yell code red once I jump in that womb
Red diamonds on my wrist, red diamonds on my neck
Give yo' ass a blood bath, if you ever disrespect
Red lobster, you a small fish walking thru my set
Red beam, I'm aiming from the roof of my projects
She know that I'm gangster, she read that I'm a prospect
Eatin' red beans, shittin' on em, "Where the flys at?"
Red in my pupils and that's just from the contact
She wanna blow up I'm a show her where that bomb at
So baby ride with the red flow
Her face turned red soon as I said let's go
Yea Ohhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhhh Yeahhhhh
Ohhhhhhh Ohhhh Ehhhhhh
Hahaha That's right baby
I'm gone |
big nut bust | Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me?
Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
L-l-look now, bitch, look down
Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then
Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now
How I look now? Bitch, look down
Okay she wobbledee, wobbledee, drah-droppily, droppily
Got her legs in a angle, that shit just look like isosceles
I got 80 carats on because I make all that broccoli
Got her camera phone pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, don't you be poppin me
N-Now eay-eay, we hot, we hot
At the bar givin' away more shots than G.I., G.I
Your girlfriend is all on my D-I, D-I, you know, you know, B-I, B-I-G
Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me?
Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
L-l-look now, bitch, look down
Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then
Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now
How I look now? Bitch, look down
These hoes crazy, all their jackets should be straighted
And my nigga sold 'caine, he ain't need no old lady
Okay, she is from Venus, I bet I make it to Uranus
I mean, I, really dont give a fuck about
Your thinkers, okay now woah 'dere hold 'dere
Now, hold up them hoes there is on my whoa, there
Cause I'm luckily gettin' green up and down
Left and right, I'm a fucking clover
I am V12 rippin, you know how I roll there
B-Big tank rollay, horses in my motor, I was a
Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me?
Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
L-l-look now, bitch, look down
Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then
Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now
How I look now? Bitch, look down
I walk up in this bitch feelin like the fuckin' man
I might take yo bitch and make her fuck my mans
I'm who to fuck, if you fuckin' can
Fuck this dick ho, fuck as you plan
Fuck fuck fuck, you can fuck your friends
Hold up, I got another "fuck you" again
I'm a little off like a touch up while you gettin' butt fucked
Jacking off to two girl shittin in one cup
I am with two girls, sippin on one cup
VIP and I got one truck, and
I got weed that'll cough yo lungs up
Forklift liftin' my nuts up, because
It's going, to be, a very, big nut bust (SPLASH)
Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me?
Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
L-l-look now, bitch, look down
Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then
Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now
How I look now? Bitch, look down |
wild wild west | Hey
Wild, wild West (Wild, wild)
And I put the coolant on the TEC (Coolant)
And I bought some land, I invest (Who?)
Oh, stepping on a peasant (Oh)
Whoa, shawty gon' molest me (Whoa)
Bought a Richard Millie, you get the message (Richard Millie)
And I’m Migo Gang like a Mexican (Gang)
Introduce you to the gang with your bestie (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Hoppin' out the V with a freak (Out the V with a)
Blue hundreds stacking up neat (Blue hunduns)
You can get whacked in a week (Whacked)
She got a big old booty, good physique (Ooh, hoo)
In the jacuzzi, rubbin' on my feet (Hey)
She so bad, she don’t wanna talk or speak (Bad)
A lot of cash, say she love it when I speak (Cash)
New baguettes, they look like water out the sea (Baguettes)
Blow your brains, turn you to a sunroof (Blow your brains)
Make the stick kit hit, kung-fu (Wah)
Spend a hundred, let the zombie hunt you (Spend a hundred)
Get you whacked when I sneeze, hachoo (Hachoo, whacked)
Millionaires comin' through in white suits (Millionaires)
Send the gang to come and snipe you (Send the gang)
Yoga Flame, hit 'em with the Ryu (yoga flame)
She givin' brain, this an In-N-Out move (Woo)
I'ma put her in a Rover, fuck her in her Fashion Nova (Who?)
Baguettes in the AP and it's cold like Minnesota ('Guettes)
Double up the dose, she put a four up in the soda (Four)
Tryna get this 'yola while the devil on my shoulder (’Yola)
Like a snake, bet the stick bite your ass just like a cobra
You can hate, fuck your bitch, I’ma fuck her on the cover
When you up, yeah, they love you, don't forget about your brother
55 Bel Air, I got it bloody when I gut it (Gut it)
Thought I was a sucker, make the chopper uppercut him (Uh)
Gotta meet up with the gang, I’m like the coach, I call the huddle (Gang)
Drippin' when I'm steppin', got me leavin’ back a puddle (Woo)
Get a nigga stretched, real quiet, real subtle (Stretched)
Big dawg status, don't play with this shit (Beast)
Fuck around and spend a half a mil' on a hit (Who?)
I'ma make a million off the rip (Who?)
And I can snap my fingers, get you flipped (Hey)
Wild, wild West (Wild, wild)
And I put the coolant on the TEC (Coolant)
And I bought some land, I invest (Who?)
Oh, stepping on a peasant (Oh)
Whoa, shawty gon' molest me (Whoa)
Bought a Richard Millie, you get the message (Richard Millie)
And I'm Migo Gang like a Mexican (Gang)
Introduce you to the gang with your bestie (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Hoppin' out the V with a freak (Out the V with a)
Blue hundreds stacking up neat (Blue hunduns)
You can get whacked in a week (Whacked)
She got a big old booty, good physique (Ooh, hoo)
In the jacuzzi, rubbin' on my feet (Hey)
She so bad, she don't wanna talk or speak (Bad)
A lot of cash, say she love it when I speak (Cash)
New baguettes, they look like water out the sea (Baguettes)
I'm the man with the plan (Uh-huh)
I could put a shark on land (Shark on land)
They like, "Damn, that nigga cool as a fan" (Cool as a fan)
Drippin', leakin' like a faucet again (Faucet again)
I got real pretty vibes in the pad (In the pad)
Just a spot, got Chanel pot and pans (Chanel pot and pans)
Lamborghini, come catch it if you can (Come and catch it if you can)
Your girl want it and I'm dressing like the ranch (I'm dressing like the ranch)
Fifty thousand for the car, fuck the cost
Just sit back, slime paintin', slidin' like a hawk (Skrrt skrrt)
Hard top but any given time it come off (Any given time it come off)
Baguettes in the face got my time hella off (Time hella off)
Headed from the South to the North (North)
Gunna worldwide, I be drippin' hot sauce (Hot sauce)
I done put my balls in the hole like golf (Golf)
I'm the one they call when the bros take a loss (Call when the bros take a loss)
Had to keep it real with you, dawg (Uh-huh)
Pour a pint in a liter and it still ain't dissolve (Nah)
When I land, got my greeter overseas in the mall
Type of Porsche is two-seater, I'ma speed it and park (I'm speedin')
Cops pulled me over, I had weed in my drawers
Yeezys, Balmains, diamonds, you can see 'em in the dark (On God)
All blue but I'm slime, fuck your mind and your thoughts (Thoughts)
Kill him while we ridin' in the real triple cross (Triple cross)
Wild, wild West (Wild, wild)
And I put the coolant on the TEC (Coolant)
And I bought some land, I invest (Who?)
Oh, stepping on a peasant (Oh)
Whoa, shawty gon' molest me (Whoa)
Bought a Richard Millie, you get the message (Richard Millie)
And I'm Migo Gang like a Mexican (Gang)
Introduce you to the gang with your bestie (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Hoppin' out the V with a freak (Out the V with a)
Blue hundreds stacking up neat (Blue hunduns)
You can get whacked in a week (Whacked)
She got a big old booty, good physique (Ooh, hoo)
In the jacuzzi, rubbin' on my feet (Hey)
She so bad, she don't wanna talk or speak (Bad)
A lot of cash, say she love it when I speak (Cash)
New baguettes, they look like water out the sea (Baguettes) |
mitch bade | Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung?
There's a lot of slinky niggas where I come from
There's another missile catcher just like him
His name is Mitchell Bade, Mitchell Bade
What up, Mitch? Is it an everyday thang for you to act just like a bitch?
How does it feel to have a nigga that will kill you for the foul shit you bitch?
Number one snitch, a bitch with a dick, I found the remedy for the enemy
(What?) Bust at the nigga like shootin' at the Kennedys
Cause Mitch Bade ain't really no friend of me!
To be exact, he's that nigga that talk, but he really can't back
That shit that he talk so he gotta walk around with a gat
But a nigga like me, (I'll knock him out with the force of a hurricane)
The penalty for the path if you disrespect the game
Now what goes on inside the mind of a nigga like this?
The nigga pissed, as I pumped off four rounds up in the trick he was with
But it ain't my fault you a little ole' bitch (Without yo clique)
Nigga, run with a quickness (Get away quick, but you bet not slip)
Better off with a Bianca then be stuck (With a AK-47 on your lip)
Even if I'm lifted I can scope 'em from a mile away
(Niggas fakin' like anticipating the doomsday)
Camouflagin' but I can see you actin' like a bitch
Which are the symptoms of a nigga named Mitch!
Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung?
There's a lot of slinky niggas where I come from
There's another missile catcher just like him
His name is Mitchell Bade, (Mitch Bade) Mitchell Bade (Mitch Bade)
If a Mitch is in your mix you best to check one
And be ret to go for milli when the next one come
If that nigga got a foot off in his rectum
His name is Mitchell Bade, (Mitch Bade) Mitchell Bade (Mitch Bade)
(Late night I got a page from Bianca)
She told me her man was trippin', so swoop her 'bout a block up
So I-uhm, got prepared, my conscience told me grab the gat
But all I could think about, was hittin' that kitty kat from the back
All about that hustle, but tonight I gosta kick it
Deep conversation, but it's her first time lettin' a nigga hit
But I'm not alone, It seems this nigga was on the phone
He heard the spot, the topic, wicked, wicked, now it's on!
As I continue (continue) creepin' (creepin') it's apparent
That I'm dealin' with a Mitch Bade, I guess that's why he keeps on starin'
But I'm well equipped to handle a fleet, so nigga don't think I'm sleep
We can talk like men or we can get grim, and handle this shit n'the streets
Don't ever trust no cock
Especially when a nigga like me is rollin' up your block
Bitch Made nigga couldn't see that you was played
So we just changed your name and called you Mitch Bade (Mitch Bade)
Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung?
There's a lot of slinky niggas where I come from
There's another missile catcher just like him
His name is Mitchell Bade, (Mitch Bade) Mitchell Bade (Mitch Bade)
If a Mitch is in your mix you best to check one
And be ret to go for milli when the next one come
If that nigga got a foot off in his rectum
His name is Mitchell Bade, (Mitch Bade) Mitchell Bade (Mitch Bade)
Cruisin' down the 'spect with five spliffs rolled (rolled)
Passenger seat (seat), Sunday the Ho' Stroll
Went to the park with major loot
Dippin' up on bitches, but the jealous Mitch is ready to shoot, peep
But it ain't complete, the day is foul without a big butt and smile
I need a chick that's running wet like Fury of the Nile
Bumped into, stepped into, this chick that's thick and photogenic
In a minute, I'ma get up in it, with a jimmy to avoid that AIDS epidemic
Get it, got it, good in the hood, shit's all good nigga, so I knocked on wood
Got to her crib, drank some Crown, laid me down, showed me the goods
Then, knock knock, "Who's that?"
She said her man and he might be strapped with a gat
Put back on my shit, time to show this fool just where it's at
Ret to get wet, she opened it up enough so I can see
She cracked it a bit, but that nigga pushed her, then came after me
Extended arm, and bodily harm
He should have pulled the trigga, chiggas
Bitch-made Mitch Bade nigga!
Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung?
There's a lot of slinky niggas where I come from
There's another missile catcher just like him
His name is Mitchell Bade, Mitchell Bade
If a Mitch is in your mix you best to check one
And be ret to go for milli when the next one come
If that nigga got a foot off in his rectum
His name is Mitchell Bade, (Mitch Bade) Mitchell Bade (Mitch Bade) |
wakingupcrying | (What?)
Ridin' round while I'm dopin' up
When I knock you better open up
One million blunts and I smoke enough
I'm just a young white punk steady rolling up
Smokin' down, pass away
She need an ash so I pass the tray
She OD, she owe me, she know it's Bones so she feel the blade
Slowly fade, drugs slowly burn
Blinds closed, she got more to learn
Skeletons in my closet, it's a graveyard in my room
I feel like Cousin Skeeter when I'm ridin' in a Beamer
Bitches on my steelo cause I look just like Aaliyah
Ridin' off in the yacht (yacht)
Swimmin' pool on top (top)
Rollin' up on the deck, blowin' smoke up on the dock
It's the slim young pimp, 20 beepers on my hip
Candy paint, let it drip, like the rain from the winds (What?)
Wakin' up cryin', Wakin' up cryin' for you
What else can I do?
I'm soakin' my pillows through
Wakin' up cryin'
Wakin' up cryin', Wakin' up cryin' for you
What else can I do?
I'm soakin' my pillows through
Wakin' up cryin'
Wakin' up cryin', Wakin' up cryin' for you
What else can I do?
I'm soakin' my pillows through
Wakin' up cryin'
Wakin' up cryin', Wakin' up cryin' for you
What else can I do?
I'm soakin' my pillows through
Wakin' up cryin' |
comb over | For real man, we need that whip
That's the car I need
Motherfucker hit a plane and the plane blew up
Ugh, yup
Standing in the mirror
My vision of that money getting clearer
Scratch that, it's getting nearer
Some of this actually happened
I was weed nappin'
Wasn't shit
Now they pay us for the raps we kick
My hotel smell like confidence
They hate us but that weed smoke bring on compliments
So roll this paper
Tell the waitress - get my drink from off the coaster
Bring the bitch that love to smoke and get the weight from off my shoulders
Yeah, I be flying everywhere nigga
Sometimes I don't even know where the fuck I'm at
I be waking up, random motherfuckers be knocking on my door and shit
Like "who the fuck is that?"
Nosey ass cleaning lady
You wanna hit this weed?
Stains from your make-up
Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up
Young nigga, but got my cake up
Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane
Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit
Look at my bitch, we the shit
Probably high - what they say when they see us
But they never say that we broke
Kush in every J that we smoke
Putting rings on every finger
Never put 'em out, just let the smoke linger
Champagne for the girls, straight shots for my niggas
Started small but now the money getting bigger
It all get better with time
Rather go hard instead of unwind
And play your part and I'mma play mine
Feel me?
Motherfuckers always speakin' out of turn
They don't know nothin' about this shit
That's why I'm me and you're you
Matter of fact, fuck that
This Taylor Gang
T.G.O.D. nigga
Ain't shit changed gang
What up Ricky P
Richard
Don't smoke that pound without me Richard
Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom
Jim Brown smash baby
Oh shit! We get to see the tits?
Here we go!
Get her Jim! Get her Jim!
Oh shit!
I don't get no sleep
I'm fresh off the plane
I don't get no sleep, God damn |
heaven is for real | I consider myself a storyteller
I'm a writer, I'm a producer, I'm an author
I'm an actor, I'm a director
Let be able to go into these different worlds is very powerful for me
So I love to work
I don't know any other way
Part of it in the beginning was
I was running from poverty
I thought
Everything's messed up
I don't know what to do, where to go or look
Who I am?
Has to be
Pure
I'll get it, just patience
Work, earn, learning
Will he ever see to perceive me as other than pure
So check me in God (check me in, check me in)
Check me in God
To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God
Check me in, check me in
Check me in God
The streets dissect me by the limb
Check me in God (check me in, God)
To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God
Check me in, check me in
Give me your soul, give me your beat
Give me everything I need just to unleash the beast
Darkest angel, but I come in peace
I flew over heads, I'm a traveling man
One sick motherfucker with a way fare plan
To eliminate the feeling of the devil on my shoulders
I remain a soldier, starving artist with composure
If X marks the spot, give me three X's
Bare strength, hands like I hold them
More or less I mold them
I even turn my actions into diamonds if I smould 'em
Not a Simpson, but finally felt what home is
And my spirit needs fine tuning
A caveman and I'm finally a Conan
Ayo Peter, I'm also a Family Guy
So please, would you just let me in the house tonight
I know the night is young and a nigga was still taking baby steps
Until the light, struck and everything became radiant
So check me in God (check me in, check me in)
Check me in God
To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God
Check me in, check me in
Check me in God
The streets dissect me by the limb
Check me in God (check me in, God)
To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God
Check me in, check me in
I'm just pleading for the right, my nigga
To walk heaven grasses and be alright, my nigga
Narrow my vessel like a Vascular constrictor
I'm the agent that was sent from rags to riches
To rise in pitches, but life's hard
I could really argue my linguistics of this shit
Who really are you to judge a man
Tryna make it in this day and age, G
Don't expect silver spoons the way I was raised
Tear ducts dried up, some people walk in the rain
Others get wet, I show you how to walk with the pain
Imperfect world, I'm an angel, the same
Same sin that was on Paul trying to make a name
Look, now I'm a ghostwriter like I'm Nicolas Cage
And the enemies and friends I couldn't mention a thing
I left behind a whole life just to turn a new page
Now I'm just trying to show you the ways
So check me in God (check me in, check me in)
Check me in God
To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God
Check me in, check me in
Check me in God
The streets dissect me by the limb
Check me in God (check me in, God)
To your gates, to your heaven, yo your hymns God
Check me in, check me in
All you try to lie demands and offerings
But it has to be pure, be infinite
Like me and me
All you try to lie demands and offerings
But it has to be pure, be infinite
Like me and me |
patient | Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I know my wrist be dancin' crazy (Crazy)
Been on some fly shit lately (Lately)
Used to be so damn patient (Patient)
But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" (Pay me)
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me (Phase me)
Never let that money change me (Change me)
Ain't the way my momma raised me (Raised me)
Don't mean to brag, but can you blame me? (Yeah)
Two hundred K and VVS, yellow diamonds (Skrrt, skrrt)
They wanna run up but they won't never find me (No way)
Sleep right next to the F&N
Motherfuckers the government
Shut down all the plotting (Bop, bop, bop)
One hundred bands on my body (Ooh, ooh)
Yeah, fuck with them boys, touch your body (Touch your body, touch your)
Lil' momma just want my pockets (Outta pocket)
Yeah, 'Rari take off like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, hold up, you too close (Too close)
I don't know, I don't know ya (I don't know ya, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Had to run it, run it up
How I roll, how I roll, yeah (That's how I roll)
It's like after you pop off (Pop off)
They all act like they know ya (They know ya)
And Young Post be like Pablo (Like Pablo)
And they all love to blow, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I know my wrist be dancin' crazy (Whoa)
Been on some fly shit lately (Whoa)
Used to be so damn patient (Whoa)
But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" (Yeah)
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me (Whoa)
Never let that money change me
Ain't the way my momma raised me (Whoa)
Don't mean to brag, but can you blame me? (Yeah)
Two hundred, swerving, dippin', dodge on the highway (Skrrt)
You may contain me but you won't never stop me (No)
On her way to my residence (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Try message your boo again
She pullin' up prolly (Pullin' up prolly)
Yeah, strally inside of that Bentley (Inside that Bentley)
Yeah, come take a tat' on my belly (Bow, bow)
Yeah, people actin' too friendly, man
They tryna get dividends (Yeah)
This shit is a problem (This shit's a problem)
Yeah, you just be talkin' shit but ain't ever met me (Whoa)
DeChino fucked your bitch and now you resent me (Whoa)
I know them people but they don't represent me (Whoa)
Them wastemen, we gonna make 'em all pay (Yeah, whoa)
They will never stop the plan
Eighty jumpin' off my hand
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie (Rollie, Rollie)
Bust it open (Bust it open), holy moly (Holy moly)
I know my wrist be dancin' crazy (Whoa)
Been on some fly shit lately (Yeah, yeah)
Used to be so damn patient (Whoa)
But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" (Whoa)
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me (Phase me)
Never let that money change me
Ain't the way my momma raised me (Raised me)
Don't mean to brag, but can you blame me? (Yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Mmm, yeah
Mmm, yeah |
outro dc4 | Chasing after green gods
Went from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized
Momma ain't stressin' she know that its all good
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga playin' we comin' in your direction
Let you know that we ain't flexing, you quickly gon' get ejected
Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up
Want to kill 'em but that shit might really fuck my money up
Focus on my grind gotta get the stacks
Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back
You ever seen death around the corner
Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya
Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna
It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya
Man
Ok I've been the king for this rap shit
Stuntin' hard and never had shit
Remember me with them nappy braids?
When I was down on my last shit?
Bet them niggas wasn't mad then
Took advantage I asked them
For a shot at this, start laughing
It took a year or two and I passed them
Y'all niggas all look like haters
You ain't even put your dawg on paper
Word around that you tricking on bitches
Catch you with your chain on I'mma take it
Now everybody catching these vapors
Now everybody want and need favors
Southside, NY in Jamaica
Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it
With 100 niggas 'hind me
North side down in Philly where you find me
Riding 'round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom
I whip the Bentley like a johnny
Watching out for the 2-11 robbery
Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect
Hit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!)
Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems (shit!)
Why you think I really went and bought more choppers (shit!)
Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers (shit!)
Want to see me in a box I went Porsche Boxster
Show me some evidence
Never was better than nor was you relevant
I'm too competitive
Walk in the club, get my .357 in
My level on excellent
I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it
You told 'em we selling it
A mouse in the building, I act like an elephant
Who the fuck just let the devil in
Come to my city they treat me like president
Ain't got no pity for niggas that's settling
I had that La La and Melo, was selling them nicks for J.R. Smith
Niggas try to kill me but they all miss
My down fall what they all wish
Had a lot of homies but they all switched
Word up my nigga
(Laughter)
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin'
I caught cases never told 'em nothing
I got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!)
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (fuck 'em!)
Man it ain't a thang got the thang on me
Man I see a clearport plane on me
You see me coming 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check
Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet
Ballin' every time I take a shot I hit the net
And everyday niggas want the money for respect
I ain't trippin' I got money, clothes, car, hoes
Shoppin' 'til the mall close
Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos
I don't fuck with niggas cause they all told
Worry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes
I'm just with my niggas spinning hella blocks
Bad bitch on all my Banshee I'm like twelve o' clock
Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block
In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin'
I caught cases never told 'em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain't a thang got the thang on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide
What's your grandma name
What's your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name
What's your grandma name
What's my grandma name
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin'
I caught cases never told 'em nothing |
ontheway | Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Do you niggas know?
Alright, check it out bro, bro, bro, bro
Look, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, shit, uh, yeah
My mood really swinging, I peruse like a native would do
What I'm thinking I should do for the sake of myself
No games with this cash, go play with yourself
We stay on your ass
Your sense of safety melt in a flash, bang
Don’t know what I'mma say
Cause I don't label the bags, I stay in ’em
See you shooting but your angles is trash
Don't play with us, I revisit the past
Port wine and pages of pads
Momma say don't play with them scabs
It's safe to say I see the reason I'm bleeding out
I need you now, closed lips make the mouth breathers frown
Two's a team, three a crowd
Twelve street, I kept some lean around
Help me, it's been a minute since I seen a decent count
The wealth be the labor's fruit
The loop hold up the belt, G’s felt
All praises due, the juice unobtainable
Like Tang in the booth
Dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth
Yeah, yeah, uh
I said the dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth (On the way like the-)
Yeah, clouds grey on the move
On the way with the- |
so appalled | One hand in the air if you don't really care
Two hands in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous
It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Middle finger in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous
Life can be sometimes ridiculous
I'm so appalled, Spalding ball
Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all
Baby, you're fired, your girlfriend hired
But if you don't mind, I'ma keep you on call
We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all
I got dogs that'll chew a fucking hole through the wall
But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers
And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers
Housekeeping, I mean goddamn
One time let it be a bad bitch sweeping
That know we get O's like Cheerios
That know because they seen us in the videos
That know the day that you play me
Would be the same day MTV play videos
That was a little joke, voila
Praises due to the most high, Allah
Praises due to the most fly, Prada
Baby, I'm magic, tada
Address me as your highness, high as United
30,000 feet up and you are not invited
Niggas be writing bullshit like they gotta work
Niggas is going through real shit, man, they out of work
That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt
That's why I'd rather spit something that got a purp'
Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches
I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous, I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous
Five star dishes, different exotic fishes
Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous
How should I begin this? I'm just so offended
How am I even mentioned by all these fucking beginners?
I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall
Just to show niggas how much more I have in store
I'm fresher than you all, so I don't have to pause
All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers
Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero
Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain
I went from the favorite to the most hated
But would you rather be underpaid or overrated?
Moral victories is for minor league coaches
And 'Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches
Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossas
And Hammer went broke so you know I'm more focused
I lost thirty mil, so I spent another thirty
'Cause unlike Hammer, thirty million can't hurt me
Fucking insane, the fuck am I saying?
Not only am I fly, I'm fucking not playing
All these little bitches too big for they britches
Burning they little bridges, fucking ridiculous
Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches
I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous, I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous
Five star dishes, different exotic fishes
Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous
Success is what you make it, take it how it come
A half a mil in twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty-one
Blackjack, I just pulled an ace
As you looking at the king in his face
Everything I dream, motherfuckers, I'm watching it take shape
While to you I'm just a young rich nigga that lacks faith
Range Rove, leather roof, love war, fuck a truce
Still move a bird like I'm in bed with Mother Goose
Them hoes coming in a baker's dozen
Claiming they was with me when they know they really wasn't
I keep the city's best, never said she was the brightest
So if you had her too, it don't affect me in the slightest
I never met a bitch that didn't need a little guidance
So I dismiss her past until she disappoints your highness
I speak the gospel, hostile
Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils
Paranoid mind, I'm still under the watchful
Eye of the law, aspire for more
Them kilos came, we gave you Bobby Brown jaw
Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call
Flow similar to the legends of the falls
Spill it, I own you all, yuugh!
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Two hands in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous
It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Middle finger in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous
Life can be sometimes ridiculous
Hah, I am so outrageous
I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet
If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist
My phrases amazes the faces in places
The favorite, hah, my cup overrunneth with hundreds
Dummy, damn, it's hard not for me to waste it
The new Commandment: "Thou shalt not hate, kid"
My movement is like the civil rights, I'm Ralph David
Abernathy, so call my lady Rosa Parks
I am nothing like them niggas, baby, those are marks
I met this girl on Valentine's Day, fucked her in May
She found out about April, so she chose to march
Hah, damn another broken heart
I keep bitches by the twos, nigga, Noah's Ark
I got a seven on me, I call my 'dro Lamar
Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart, hah
G-A-T in the Pathfinder
'Cause you haters got PhDs
Y'all just some major haters and some math minors
Tiger Woods, don't make me grab iron
Ayo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches
You know this shit is fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous, you know this shit is fucking ridiculous
Cars for the missus and furs for the mistress
You know that shit is fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous, you know this shit is fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Two hands in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous
It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Middle finger in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous
Life can be sometimes ridiculous, huh? |
nuestra cancion | Dicen por ahí que ya no bailo igual
Que me vieron perderle al licor
Dicen por ahí que me debo cuidar
Que se nota que escondo el dolor
Que ya tengo tiempo sin hablarte
Que parece no soy la de antes
Les digo no me importan los días que pasen
Se pone difícil mirar pa' delante, eh, eh
Que me dijeron preguntas por mí por celos
Y conmigo pones peros pues y yo que esperaba
Más que el enredo en el que nos quedamos
Pero cuando yo te vi pasar volví baje la mirada
Les digo, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diles que no me hablen del amor
Les digo, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diles que no me hablen del amor
Dile al locutor
Hágame el favor
Por favor ya cambie esa canción
Dile al locutor
Hágame el favor
Por favor ya cambie esa canción
Esa me la dedico con palabras de amor
Tóqueme ya otro tema
Esa fue nuestra canción
Y cuando la oigo
Recuerdo se fue con ella
I would have tried
I wish that I was enough for you
When I wanted you yeah
Pero pues ya, pues ya que más
I guess I'll just do what I'm gonna do yeah
Quiero rondas de Patron, con sal y limón
Tell the bartender que esta noche se bebe
Páseme el alcohol gimmie reggaeton
Cause I've been cryin' y esta noche me debe
Fueron tantos días pasó tiempo vida mía
Yo sentí que me moría, pero ya
Ya ahora si yo quiero V.I.P
And bottle service y ahora si
Es puro party life for me, quiero bailar
Por eso mira
Dile al locutor
Hágame el favor
Por favor ya cambie esa canción
Dile al locutor
Hágame el favor
Por favor ya cambie esa canción
Esa me la dedico con palabras de amor
Tóqueme ya otro tema
Esa fue nuestra canción
Y cuando la oigo
Recuerdo se fue con ella
Dicen por ahí que ya no bailo igual
Que me vieron perderle al licor
Dicen por ahí que me debo cuidar
Que se nota que escondo el dolor
Que ya tengo tiempo sin hablarte
Que parece no soy la de antes
Les digo no me importan los días que pasen
Se pone difícil mirar pa' delante
Les digo, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diles que no me hablen del amor
Les digo, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diles que no me hablen del amor
Dile al locutor
Hágame el favor
Por favor ya cambie esa canción
Dile al locutor
Hágame el favor
Por favor ya cambie esa canción
Esa me la dedico con palabras de amor
Tóqueme ya otro tema
Esa fue nuestra canción
Y cuando la oigo
Recuerdo se fue con ella
Les digo
Les digo
Les digo |
bounce back | Hitmaka
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back
Don’t owe nobody, owe nobody
Always on the fuckin' job, I got no hobbies
Got the city fuckin' with me 'cause I'm homegrown
Vibin' out more than my phone though
Leave me ‘lone, me on my own though
Look, I cut that bitch off like a edit
My daddy a G, it's genetics (Straight up)
I heard ya new shit, it's pathetic
Ya contract should be shredded
Took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing
I kept it G, yeah, one thousand
Clique star-studded like the Paramount mountain
Everything I do is righteous
Betting on me is the right risk
Even in a fucking crisis
I’m never on some switching sides shit
I switch gears to the night shift
Blacking out 'cause I’m enlightened
God talk to me in silence
But I hear him every time, mane
(Thank you, God, God bless you, thank you so much)
Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back
Look, I woke up in beast mode
With my girl, that's beauty and the beast though
Been top 5, these niggas sleep though
Only thing that sold out is the seats though
(Never sold my soul, never will never have)
Nigga how dare you stand before me and not respect my authority
If you fuck with my glory, I'ma drop the L and get gory
I done did everything except worry
Hella drama, my life story
Faith of a mustard seed, I kept growing
I knew that this life was meant for me
Niggas change up more than wishin' wells
Karma come around I'll wish 'em well
Livin' like I’m on a limitless pill
I kill the scene like I’m Denzel
Crazy like my jacket strapped up
Nigga, I don’t act but I'll act up
Brown paper bag like the lunch packed up
Back, back, back, back up
Nigga, I'ma need like 10 feet
Or get stomped out with ten feet
I'ma always lose my temper
You cannot “count to ten” me
If I lose 1, I bounce back like 2, 3 did with 4, 5
Seen courtrooms and court sides, ain’t too many seen both sides
Nigga, fuck what you know
Nigga, I’m takin' back control
The underdog just turned into the wolf and the hunger steady grows
Yeah, I call shots while you call off
Never takin' summer or fall off
When you stay that committed to it, you just fall down and never fall off, so
Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bitch, bounce (Yeah)
Is you a real one?
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Don |
super power | Hoppin' out the Porsche, horsepower
I got it off the boat, plug power
Baking soda, fork and water, cookin' power
I'm a trap hero, superpowers
I got gun money, gun power
I got bond money, super power
I got get-your-home money, stupid power
When you a real nigga, you got super powers
I don't play no games, I can finish these cowards
Mortal Kombat, I got finish him powers
Fuckin' with the plug, I got feed you powers
I'm a real nigga, I can read you cowards
When you can see a lame, you got see through powers
When you're 1000 you don't need no vouchers
I be in the club like fuck these couches
Got them pistols in the club, we don't need no bouncers
Bottles on the way, nigga, power up
The bad hoes with us, nigga, we powered up
Them foreigns outside, nigga, we mounted up
That pussy nigga panicked on me, he hit the button
Bag, super, swag, stupid
Whip, roofless, foreigns, coupeish
The hood, I do this, good, we super
Head, super, my bitch, exclusive
I rock Balenciagas, boy that's super swag
Supercharge a Rover, it go super fast
I mix Xannys with the D'usse, that's a super glass
Off that California Kush, yeah that's that super gas
Got her turnt up on the Gram, oh she super gassed
But I don't want the number, shawty, I'ma pass
It's paper in these streets and I'm the superglue
When all your partners real you got a super crew
Hoppin' out the Porsche, horsepower
I got it off the boat, plug power
Baking soda, fork and water, cookin' power
I'm a trap hero, superpowers
x2
Pussy, power
Bottles, power
Plug, power
Haters, sour |
swizzy remix | This the remix baby, yeah!
Ya already know what it is
Cause if you don't you just don't know nothin
Shit, period! Stupid
You know me, I just be chillin in the Phantom, listening to opera
Gun is my bodyguard, call it Kevin Costner
Prolly won't stop if I get to poppin them shots
You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots
Ha, fuck around, see a flock of red dots
Smoke good, eat good, only fuck a bitch
If her throat good, feet good, just bought a Fleetwood
And I'mma put some D's on that bitch
Looking like I got a diamond disease on my wrist
Fresh, bunch of little G's on my kicks
I'mma dog, you're all a bunch of fleas on my dick
Young Money, Cash Money
And we gon' get the money, even if it kills y'all
And I'mma ride til the muthafuckin wheels off
George Gervin, I'mma get my chill on
I'm cold, yeah I get my Buffalo Bill on
Beating up your block, yeah I get my Emmett Till on
In the New Edition, yeah I get my Johnny Gill on
Keep a shotgun, yeah I get my Jayson Will on
Fuck it Swizz, I'm still goin
Black entertainment, yeah I get my Steven Hill on
Only to talk models, yeah I get my Seal on
Make that chick rock, get my Amil on
Two girls, let em get they pill on
Let em get they feel on, I get my Tip Drill on
Hey, now why you that ice grill on
I leave you lookin like you got a barbecue grill on
Yeah, we got money to the ceilin
Real nigga, I get my Keep It Real on
And they be lying on wax, like a earphone
Weezy Baby, the best from here on
Swizz, I'm in gear homes
They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam
No homo, let em get they queer on
No commercial, I just take the Leer home
My girl, she get her Pam Grier on
She don't touch me, I got cashmere on
I ball, and you just Erick Dampier, dawg
I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on
Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster, and we're gone
I'm stuffed |
blue chips | (30, you a fool for this one)
Ayy, ayy
(Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man)
Stackin' the green and the blue chips (Huh)
My whip is white like Cool Whip (Skrrt)
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I'm running around with two chicken strips (rich)
I'm so up (I'm so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Act it up! (lean lean)
Can't sit with us
Huh (Ooh huh yeah what)
I'm on the jet ooh (Im on a what)
You can't sit with us, it's a bet ooh (a bet)
We should add this back ooh (What)
I know the ac is bad (It is)
Fuck a lil' bitch from the back
I heard she wack
You can get hit with the MAC huh (Bow)
I do not handle that
I said my shooters gon' handle that (yeah Dexter)
(Huh, yeah, huh)
Sippin' (huh)
I ain't never trippin' (huh)
Fuck yo bitch she missing (huh)
Call me Scottie Pippen
Ball like Scottie Pippen, money old (old)
Lookin' at my diamonds, yeah, your shit looking old (so old)
My diamonds are froze, your bitch on gold huh
Sniffin' coca nose (Sniff)
I'mma keep it on the low, I ain't gonna tell nobody (huh, yeah huh)
They don't want me, you might catch a body (might catch a body)
(Huh, ooh, huh, yeah, huh, ay)
Extra body (Dexter)
Stackin' the green and the blue chips (Huh)
My whip is white like Cool Whip (Skrrt)
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I'm running around with two chicken strips (Rich)
I'm so up (I'm so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up! (lean lean)
Can't sit with us
Huh
Pour the ac out the freezer, pour a two liter (lean)
And now my bitch she need a visa, she is such a eater (My little bitch)
Smoking cookie now (Cookie now)
Everything bust down
Rich forever, bitch we up now
You hatin', we grindin' 'till sundown! (What!?)
Hol' up (Hol'up)
Fuck around, got rich, pockets so swole up (I'm rich)
Ooh When I get the Bentley back imma do a few donuts (Skrr)
You niggas so broker (Broker)
Gangster bitch she be tryna come over (Huh)
Fuck her on the sofa (Sofa)
Rent girl be missing, put her on a poster (wow) ooh
Real big diamonds on me I can blind a bitch (Little Bitch)
Gucci, Givenchy, designer shit
Sniffin' the coke when she suck the dick
Bitch it ain't nothing I pour a six
Ac come in, I sip it quick (Ac)
These niggas be hating, I'm finally rich (Ay rich)
Stackin' the green and the blue chips (Huh)
My whip is white like Cool Whip (Skrrt)
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I'm running around with two chicken strips (Rich)
I'm so up (I'm so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up! (Lean Lean)
Can't sit with us
Huh
30 you a fool for this one |
half on a baby | Oh, na, na, na, na, na, na
Your body, na, na, na, na
Oh, na, na, na, na, na, na
You're body, na na na na
Turn the lights down low
I'm ready to break it off
Since computer love
Been wanting to set it off
Like a hotel room
I'm checkin' into you
I'm diggin' like a shovel
All the things you do
Take a leap over the broom
That's how you're makin' me feel
Come on in this room
And let's keep it real and go
Half on a baby
All I need is your body next to me
Singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na
Half on a baby
All I need is your body next to me
I'm singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na
Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na
Now tell me what the deal is
Are you ready to bump
It's gonna take a lifetime
To give you all of this love
So baby, open up
And get ready to receive
A miracle of love
Gettin' down wit me
Like a baseball field
Wanna hit a home run
Me and you get together babe
And raise a little one
Half on a baby
All I need is your body next to me
Singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na
Half on a baby
All I need is your body next to me
Singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na
Set it off in a six
Baby, that'll be cool
Take a trip downtown
Between me and you
Trippin' on Perignon
Conversation like what
Not afraid to go down
Once you open up
After nine to five
You deserve some twelve
Makin' future plans
To be where I dwell
Half on a baby
All I need is your body next to me
Singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na
Half on a baby
All I need is your body next to me
Singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na
From my toes up
To my knee caps
To waistline
Now slowly lady
Can we go half on a baby?
From my toes up
To my knee caps
To waistline
Now slowly lady
Can we go half on a baby?
Half on a baby
All I need is your body next to me
Singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na
Half on a baby
All I need is your body next to me
Singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na
Half on a baby
All I need is your body next to me
Singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na |
nye | I think I drank too much
I'm still afraid of growin' up and slowin' down too soon
When the fireworks go off balloons will fall the ball it drops
This is New Years
I wanted to let you know
I thought of you, It's all for you
I changed the way, I thought of you
Revolving you, the sun, the moon
And seasons change, they fall for you
The runaround, exhausted you
The snow we watched, defrosts to rain
It's pourin' down, on top of you
The words we want, to take away
So we take back the shit that we say cause it got in the way
All the feelins that stay will escape
But repeatedly come back on days like today
To display this array on my day, on my face it is written
I can't stop and listen
I'm sittin' here wishin' that I could dismiss it
But the money and women don't help with decisions
There's no place like home but I'm focused on livin'
Don't know my limits
The sky is my feelin'
No fucks that I'm givin'
I might need a minute
Dear Lord I've been sinnin'
I'm holdin' my hands and I pray for forgiveness
I might need a minute
I think I drank too much
I'm still afraid of growin' up and slowin' down too soon
When the fireworks go off balloons will fall the ball it drops
This is New Years
I wanted to let you know
I thought of you, It's all for you
I changed the way, I thought of you
Revolving you, the sun, the moon
And seasons change, they fall for you |
bad girls switch remix | Bad girls do it well
Bad girls do it well
Bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young bad girls do it well
Okay okay they call me Missy Miss, bad bitch
No one mad like the average
Don't you ever try to come for me
She get smashes like ham sandwiches
Scandalous, vandalous, M.I.A. they can't handle this
We on fire like candlestick
And get the crowd pumped up like asses
Money in my pocket and I bounce like hydraulic
And the beat be so retarded makes me kicking like karate
Roll, got that flow make that freaks wanna get down low
Get down low make em touch them toes
I got them flows ain't you worry foe
Gravity gravity dj's play the hit
Classical, epicness M.I.A. we too legit
My chain hits my chest when I'm bangin'-bangin'
When I'm bangin'
My chain hits my chest when I'm bangin' on the radio
Hands back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Suki-s-s-suki
Bitches is rookies
These bitches is rookies
Suki-s-s-suki
Bitches is rookies
These bitches is rookies
Suki-s-s-suki
Bitches is rookies
These bitches is rookies
Suki-s-s-suki
Bitches is rookies
These bitches is Sukis-Suki
These bitches is rookies-rookies
I'm so hard they wanna cook me
Cook me, cook-cook-cook me
Cook these cookies
I get what I want, I'mma bad girl
I'mma bad girl, I'mma bad girl, I get what I want
No Ashton Kutcher, but you ‘bout get punk'd
'Bout get punk’d
Well bitch nigga
Don't be saying nothing to me
Cause we so bad
We play so bad
Girls in the back
Tell 'em "Bitch, keep playing!"
Bad girls ride it
Good girls park it, all my bad girls live it
While you whack bitches is talking
Hands back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
F-f-f-f-face it, let's face it
If your paper, then I chase it
Got magazine? I'll grace it
If you got it, you can't place it
You could fill spacer, you're a car racer
You get it, then I could I'm a big buster
I got it, I got-got it
I got-got it on my bullet
So pull it, push my button
Damn it, push my button now
I got it, I got-got it
I got-got it on my bullet
So pull it, push my button
Damn it, push my button now
DNA, go trace it, story, I face it
The future authority, hear it go crazy
It's not about intelligence, don't get all confused
I'm a bad bitch, and I'm a big buster
My chain hits my chest when I'm bangin'-bangin'
When I'm bangin'
My chain hits my chest when I'm bangin' on the radio
Bad girls do it well
Bad girls do it well
Bad girls do it well
Live fast—
Live fast die young bad girls—
Bangin'-bangin'
When I'm bangin'
Bang-ba-bang
Bangin'-ba-bangin', bangin'
When I'm bangin'
My chain hits my chest
Bangin'-bangin'
When I'm bangin'
Bang-ba-bang
Bangin'-ba-bangin', bangin'
When I'm bangin'
My chain hits my chest |
weird fishes arpeggi | In the deepest ocean
The bottom of the sea
Your eyes
They turn me
Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay?
I'd be crazy not to follow
Follow where you lead
Your eyes
They turn me
Turn me on to phantoms (Way out)
I follow to the edge (Way Out)
Of the earth (Way out)
And fall off
Yeah, everybody leaves (Way out)
If they get the chance (Way out)
And this (Way Out)
Is my chance
I get eaten by the worms
And weird fishes
Picked over by the worms
And weird fishes
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
Yeah, I...
I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
And I...
I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape |
wish | Yeah
I wish I never held back
Wish nobody had to sell crack
Then I may have seen my dad a little more
Maybe I can dream a little more
But I still wishing on stars in the sky
Wish a lot of people was alive
And I probably passed on a whole lot of truth
But I know about a whole lot of lies
Man I wish I had me a time machine
I would tell Martin it was all a dream
And I wish like Ray J back in 06
Guess it worked ‘cause I got my chick
And I wish like Kellz did
If I could change the clock
Man I’d change a lot
And I probably wouldn’t be so selfish
I woulda gave a lot
Man I’m ashamed of that
I wish I coulda told O thank you
Before it got way too late
I wish I woulda worked on my jump shot
But time just fades away
I probably wish too much
I know I pray less than I should
I know I did too much
I take it all back if I could
Wish I had another chance
Maybe I’ll do better
Maybe I’ll do better
Maybe I’ll do better
Every time I think about all of my mistakes
I just wanna turn it around
Be like oh oh oh ooh oh
Oh oh oh ooh oh
If I never went there, I would never know
Oh oh oh ooh oh
Oh oh oh ooh oh
Maybe I can turn it around
I wish I didn’t do it but I did it
Man it happened last night
Man I wish I would try to act like you ain’t never lost your sight
And I don’t even do it for the money
Except when I do it for the money
Trying to find yourself and you find yourself doing things in the dark kinda funny
I wish I had ten more wishes
I swear I got ten more visions
And life is a game that I can’t stop playing
Baby gimme like ten more minutes
I’m almost finished
I wish I had a little more time
I gotta whole lot of goals I wish I could achieve, I believe Imma lose my mind
Before I get to those
Yeah I miss the goals
But my shot was off
Can't tell what I lost until I count the cost
But I probably missed my calling
Wish I was a little bit taller
Wish I was a baller
Then again every time I get a little money
I be looking at the next man like he smaller
I can’t call it
And I wish I didn’t go and get high on the one first date
I was all zoned out, paranoid like “did you hear that noise"
And I know she probably thinking I’m cray
No pun intended
I wish I repented
A little bit quicker
Then again I didn’t pull the trigger
I know I said I have no regrets but I sure do wish every chance I get go figure
Wish I had another chance
Maybe I’ll do better
Maybe I’ll do better
Maybe I’ll do better
Every time I think about all of my mistakes
I just wanna turn it around
Be like oh oh oh ooh oh
Oh oh oh ooh oh
If I never went there, I would never know
Oh oh oh ooh oh
Oh oh oh ooh oh
Maybe I can turn it around
Oh oh oh ooh oh
Oh oh oh ooh oh
If I never went there, I would never know
Oh oh oh ooh oh
Oh oh oh ooh oh
Maybe I can turn it around
Maybe I can turn it around |
bright | Little girl, watching her reflection
As she parts her curls into four sections
She says, "I don't look like them, I don't look like her"
"And I don't want what's on my head"
But baby girl don't be misled (Yeah, yeah)
Young woman reading magazines
Thinking to herself, nobody looks like me
Oh I've got all these curves, all this nerve
Why can't I keep a man?
But baby girl if you love yourself you can
Can't nobody love somebody
That do not love themselves
You are what you choose to be
It's not up to no one else
So be great, be kind
Don't let them dim your light
A woman like the sun should always stay bright
Little boy sitting in the bleachers
Staring at, at his dirty sneakers
Thinking my shoes don't shine
Money is tight, I would never get a date
But baby boy that's not what it takes
Young man, always at the center
Finding ways to make his arms look bigger
Saying, "You see those guys?"
"They get all the girls, I just want to be like them"
But baby boy, you're spreading yourself thin
Can't nobody love somebody
That do not love themselves
You are what you choose to be
It's not up to no one else
So be great, be kind
Don't let them dim your light
Cause a man like the sun should always stay bright
Yes, you are like the sun so always stay bright |
the bad thing | Do the bad thing
Take off your wedding ring
But it won't make it that much easier
It might make it worse
Oh, the night's like a whirlwind
Somebody's girlfriend's talking to me, but it's alright
She's saying that he's not gonna slap me or try to attack me
He's not the jealous type
And I only need to get half an excuse and I'm away
But when there's no excuses, that's much easier to say
I've been before
And all these capers make us to look for it to ignore
See, she's talking but I'm not entirely sure
Do the bad thing
Take off your wedding ring
But it won't make it that much easier
It might make it worse
Oh, a sudden disheartener
Somebody's partner's talking to me
But I don't know that is what she isn't
She murmurs things to confirm that the tragedy is true
And I knew, how could she not? She could have anyone she wants
And I'm struggling to think of an immediate response
Like, "I don't mind, it'd be a big mistake for you to wait
And let me waste your time
Really, love, it's fine"
I said, "Really, love, it's fine"
And then the first time it occurred that there was something to destroy
I knew before the invitation that there was this ploy
Oh, but she carried on suggesting, a struggle to refuse
She said, "It's the red wine this time," but that is no excuse |
do what i want | Um, I'm on some shit like
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want
T-T-T-That be Maaly Raw! Cannon!
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want (Of course)
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want
Now I do what I want
Everybody know I'm better, ayy yeah
Yeah, I'm better, yeah
It don't matter, ayy, pockets fatter, ayy
Nowadays I'm on my haters, they got sadder, ayy
That's money longer, yeah
Different song bruh, yeah
Different producer, yeah
I can do anything and I won't lose her
She got right with a winner, left that loser, ayy
Talkin' shit, boy, make me get my Ruger
Yeah, I said my Ruger
All my niggas they shooters (Pow)
Rockin' them grills all the way 'til my tooth hurt, yeah
Oh he cold? Well, I swear that I'm cooler
That ain't no Rollie, bitch, this is a Franck Muller
Yeah, a Franck Muller
Boy, I started on the bottom (Huh?)
Made my way to the top (What?)
Boy, I'm gon' keep winnin' (I am)
No I cannot stop (I can't)
'Member I had a little (I did)
Turned that shit to a lot (I did)
Always been 100 (I was)
Put that on my block (Oh yeah)
Used to want a four-door (Huh?)
Now I want that drop (Skrt skrt)
Yeah now I do what I want (What?)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Woah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do)
Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do)
Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do)
Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do)
Now I do what I want
Girl, you see me gettin' this money, woah, please don't front
Hunt & Fish Club where I'm eatin', woah, what's for lunch?
And them boys back home be talkin'
But I won't get touched (I'm not)
Stay to myself how I survive, no one who I trust
No one who I trust
Who them niggas? No, they not with us (No)
All these girls, yeah they ride with us (Yeah)
I don't pay 'em no mind because I just want the bucks
Boy, I started on the bottom (Huh?)
Made my way to the top (What?)
Boy, I'm gon' keep winnin' (I am)
No I cannot stop (I can't)
'Member I had a little (I did)
Turned that shit to a lot (I did)
Always been 100 (I was)
Put that on my block (Oh yeah)
Used to want a four-door (Huh?)
Now I want that drop (Skrrt skrrt)
Yeah now I do what I want (What?)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (What?) |
bicycle song | Here she comes in a suit and tie
Shepard's bush and a leopard's pie
She marching to the funky beat of
James Brown and his dancing feet
Going to set your fish on fire
Pistol whipping of desire
So please do not resist your fate
I'll pick you up, yes it's a date
How could I forget to mention the bicycle is a good invention?
Sitting there in a silent movie
Beside the only girl who really ever knew me
Happy days, but sad I'm facing
Heaven knows that I'm on the case
How could I forget to mention the bicycle?
Somebody told the world
The beauty of your verse
My girl, I heard it first
The beauty of your verse
A sticky finger and a wicked taste
Got a lot of love and a lyrical case
Be sure to write it in your book
I promise not to look
Want to smell your sunny face
Funny place but it's never a waste
I'd hop this fence to make amends
I hope this movie never ends
How could I forget to mention the bicycle is a good invention?
Make it up, making you my business
A funny buttercup but I lend her forgiveness
Happy days, but sad I'm facing
Heaven knows that I'm on the case
How could I forget to mention the bicycle?
Somebody told the world
The beauty of your verse
My girl, I heard it first
The beauty of your verse
Somebody told the world
The beauty of your verse
My girl, I heard it first
The beauty of your verse |
les parisiennes | Elles savent se servir des mecs avec un regard désarmant
Elles bédavent, sauf les semaines où elles ont des examens
Elles sont pleines de rancune mais pleurent encore devant Titanic
Mettent de côté leur plan cul quand elles ont un petit ami
Mais l'appel de l'aventure les fait quand même dévier
Pendant l'happy hour leurs amis ont la langue déliée
Elles commèrent sur les beaux mecs ou la mode, pêle-mêle
Si c'était pas la honte, j'boirais les mêmes cocktails qu'elles
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
I'll be up all night
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
Call me, just call me
Les Parisiennes, elles n'ont pas le temps pour toi
Elles te snobent, kho, et ne sont pas vraiment courtoises
Pour elles, c'est maladif, elles aimeront l’cash à vie
Elles dramatisent et tremblent à l'idée de prendre du poids
C'est pas l'Soleil mais les UV qui rendent leurs peaux bronzées
Elles sont graves au téléphone et mettent de faux ongles, elles
N'aiment pas la pluie qui gâche leur brushing
Dédicace aux filles qui taffent le régime
Cette jolie jeune fille, elle a l'air si innocente
Pour un bisou, tu pourrais lui faire dix mille offrandes
Elle travaille la journée et la nuit fréquente les bars
Elle veut danser, s'amuser et reste élégante très tard
Un p'tit ami, c'est sympa, mais elle a des plans de carrière
Elle peut garder le sang chaud même dans le froid d'hiver
Elle se blottit dans tes bras quand il y'a une bagarre dehors
Nouvelle saison, égal nouvelle garde-robe
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
I'll be up all night
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
Call me, just call me
Elle aime attirer le regard des hommes
Si t'as une minute de retard, c'est mort
Si t'as envie de la draguer, oublie, si tu taxes des clopes
Si elle te dit qu'elle a ses règles c'est pour te dire "lâche l'affaire"
Elle dit qu'elle aime plaire, elle veut le visage parfait
Elle a besoin de ton bras dans le blizzard, la neige
La jalousie gardera son charme éternel
Ces filles qui pleurent ne seront pas les dernières
How long will I knock at your door ?
Breakin’ my hands
You make me sleep on the floor
When will you call me ? Just call me
Leur première relation a jeté les bases
Quand le premier garçon ne les aimait pas
Elles voient la passion comme un jeu délectable
Les Parisiennes, les Parisiennes
Leur première relation a jeté les bases
Quand le premier garçon ne les aimait pas
Elles voient la passion comme un jeu délectable
Les Parisiennes, les Parisiennes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
I'll be up all night
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
On vous parle des parisiennes, would you call sometimes
Call me, just call me
Would you call sometimes
Would you call sometimes
Would you call sometimes
Call me, just call me |
fyfr fuck your favorite rapper | (Bridge)
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
(Hook)
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg
Nah
(Bridge)
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
(Verse)
I’m in hell’s kitchen with the Lord’s mitten
Runnin tail bishop, I’m the Mel Gibson
Brave hearted nigga, keepin rap livin
Young legend, Merry Christmas and the flow gifted
Uh, and I mean what I say
Not a game nor a gimmick when you mention my name
Niggas pill poppin and dancing too much in the game
Talkin bout yo fortune and fame, yall soundin the same
We need a change, what happened to that real in the booth?
Let’s take it back Queens Bridge back when Nas was the truth
I’m talkin Everyday Struggle to Big Poppa and Juice
And to consumers who still assuming this message for you
(Bridge)
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
(Hook)
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg
(Verse)
Death around the corner, nobody’s gonna miss you
Boy I tried to tell em, they ain’t wanna listen
King of the south, who got a problem wit it?
I rebuild a building, make you come and visit
Let’s have a moment of silence
Compare me to a prison of violence
I’m a murderer, fuckin murderer
I never heard of ya
Kickin down the door, took my chances like a burglar
Word to my mama bout this drama, boy you oughta know
There’s a bigger difference 'tween real rap and metaphor
Don’t get it twisted, I body them niggas
You know I’m the realest, you cannot prevent it nigga
Still
(Bridge)
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
(Hook)
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg
(Verse)
I got what they missin, nigga come and get it
How dare you think these niggas really competition
Call the mortuary, make a reservation
Bar for bar i ruin niggas’ reputations
Uh, yea my flow is the illest
And i never had no feelings, i should visit the dentist
Niggas talkin out of term until reality visit
Til somebody bring the comma, that’s for who made attendance
You niggas finished
Never can fuck with my coalition
You with me or you runnin, lil nigga that’s yo decision
Screamin fuck em (fuck em)
To you and yo opposition
And here’s what I think of they listin them names mentioning
PSA bitches
(Bridge)
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
(Hook)
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg |
royal bacon | Elle veut que j'n'aie de yeux que pour elle
J'trouve ça un peu égocentrique
Elle veut qu'je quitte le jeu pour elle (ouais)
La vie, j'suis moins égocentrique
Le temps est passé, les teens sont devenues des milfs
L'avenir n'est pas sélectif du point d'vue des mines
Le mien n'est pas clair mais j'veux qu'tu le suives
Ton cœur pourri par terre, je veux qu'tu l'essuies
Langues de putains dans mon Royal Bacon
Millions d'follows, solitaire comme Akon
Putain d'sa mère, j'ai du shit qui dégomme (hey)
Putain d'sa mère, j'ai des chiffres qui décollent
Merci, merci, merci, merci, merci, Bercy
Certi', certi', tous les crews sont certi'
Combien d'trophées pour résoudre cette vie ? (Hein ?)
Jumelles droguées m'font un double selfie
Hey, baby, baby, j'ai assez d'un "baby"
J'ai le cœur en ferraille plus que heavy, heavy
Sors la Belvédère, j'arrive avec mon double
Bonjour c'est V et V, frelon évite et vite
De nous dévisager, faut pas défier l'devil
On va t'dévier d'tes vices, te ram'ner sur l'droit ch'min
Aucun filet d'tennis n'arrêtera le machin
Ça m'rend épileptique de squatter la lumière
Pour ça qu'il m'faut d'la tise ou du hasch' qui s'effrite
Comme du sable cinétique ; jusqu'ici, c'est balourd
Je dis rien d'inédit, j'attends la mise à jour
Chercheur de vérités, j'ves-qui l'épidémie
Aucune velléité, mis à part le débit
Vise la sévérité du Dieu qui t'a mis bas
Il t'a déshérité, t'a confié au ble-Dia
Viens donc à ma ble-ta, viens donc au bout de toi
Pas juste au bout de trois, suffit d'un coup d'éclat
J'espère que tu m'entends, qu'tu vas trouver la foi
Trouver la voix et traverser la voie
Pour enculer sa race à c't enculé d'sa race
Qui insultait ta race depuis l'autre bout d'la gare
Tous des cafards bloqués dans la matrice
Que tu t'appelles "Amar", que tu t'appelles "Patrice"
Chanter l'amour, ça m'déculpabilise
C'est mieux qu'les doses que tu t'administres
Vodka diluée dans le jus d'la ministre
Ne-jau sorti droit du cul d'Babidi
J'prépare la vengeance mais je n'sais plus de quoi
J'me souviens des rires, j'me souviens plus de toi
J'suis nostalgique mais je n'fais plus le dab (gang)
Elle veut que j'n'ai de yeux que pour elle
J'trouve ça un peu égocentrique
Elle veut qu'je quitte le jeu, ouais, pour elle
La vie, j'suis moins égocentrique
Langues de putains dans mon Royal Bacon
Millions d'follows, solitaire comme Akon
Putain d'sa mère, j'ai du shit qui dégomme (hey)
Putain d'sa mère, j'ai des chiffres qui décollent
Merci, merci, merci, merci, merci, Bercy
Certi', certi', tous les crews sont certi'
Combien d'trophées pour résoudre cette vie ? (Hein ?)
Jumelles droguées m'font un double selfie |
haiti | I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'm a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I'm a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I been on the road you been sittin' home
I been on the go you been holdin on
I'mma rock and roll would ya roll along
Papi gained a bowl, watch me overflow
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
Look, I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
And I'mma stop by the woo lady
When I jump up in the coupe I go crazy
I be pullin' up, blue Audi A3
You ain't getting to the loot boy you lazy
She crazy, she wanna have my baby
If you pullin out the strap better spray it
That my brother on the track we related
I'm pullin back on you niggas, big faces
Yea I act how I want cuz I made it (Yup, Yup)
If my nigga rock I'mma roll ya (Yup, Yup)
She ain't never been wit a zoe (Oh, Oh)
I'm booted up, playing with your nose (Aye, Aye)
Papi take a kilo on a boat ya
She heard I'm from the 'no she like oh ya
You ain't from the Ugly Corner so don't go there
Rock and roll if you with me we gon roll ya
Rock and Roll shit I'm fucking up the hotel
I love my niggas cuz my niggas know me so well
She say she fell in love wit me baby oh well
I'm a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I'm a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I been on the road you been sittin' home
I been on the go you been holdin on
I'mma rock and roll would ya roll along
Papi gained a bowl, watch me overflow
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'mma do this one for Haiti
I'mma hold it down no eighty
Mr. C'est la vie im crazy , I remember all them times they chased me
Kicking doors all the time Mezanmi
Im the one they talk about Gonaive
John Wicks Baptist Mezanmi
John Wicks Bat li , Pa Kouri
26 , 13 im so (?)
1804 c'est la vie
Hope yall know me im unique
My swag gon go like Billy
Si te solèy pa vini
Si te solèy m'ap vini
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'm a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I'm a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I been on the road you been sittin' home
I been on the go you been holdin on
I'mma rock and roll would ya roll along
Papi gained a bowl, watch me overflow
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti |
bagg move | Ice my neck and grill (ice)
Look at my bitch, she real (bitch)
Heard he got popped in the field (popped)
Heard he got popped in the field (baow)
You can get poped like pills (woo)
2Pac, 2Pac real (2Pac)
Heard he got shot in the field (baow)
Heard he got shot in the field (baow)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that bag move (bags)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that bag move (bags)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that bag move (bags)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that, makin' that bag move (racks)
Ice my neck, popsicle
With a big old, big old pistol (big strap)
I love my dog, my hitters
They just want a red dot, them my niggas (bop bop)
When I say go (go)
They gon' cook you like some dope on the stove (whip it)
Used to walk to the store (what now Yo?)
Now I get a fee to turn up the show
Cujo the way I'm dogging these bitches
AMBER Alert, the roof gone missing (gone)
Hit the gas, disappear like magician (skrrt)
Then reappear, whip up like a kitchen (whip whip)
Drippin' Ragu, shitted on 'em bathroom (bathroom)
He was on the internet tough
See him out in public, ain't sparin' dude
I'ma make the bag move (how?), U-Haul
Rap niggas got jokes, Lil Duval
New whip, new bitch like Bright
New strap, big clip, no fight (baow)
Nike gang with an iced out mic (mic)
Might OD 'cause my Sprites on spike (whoa)
Stayed down, my career took flight (take off)
Big bag, move the money my height (big bag)
Ice my neck and grill (ice)
Look at my bitch, she real (bitch)
Heard he got popped in the field (popped)
Heard he got popped in the field (baow)
You can get poped like pills (woo)
2Pac, 2Pac real (2Pac)
Heard he got shot in the field (baow)
Heard he got shot in the field (baow)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that bag move (bags)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that bag move (bags)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that bag move (bags)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that, makin' that bag move (racks)
Gettin' it fast (fast)
Make it move bags (bags)
Extendo mags (mags)
Put a hole in your back (baow)
The coupe got drag (drag)
Young nigga pull up with masks (woo)
The plug keep taxing (plug)
So I beat up the pot everlasting (beat it)
Fire like dragon (fire)
Walkin' wit nothin' but assassins (woo)
That ain't real gold (gold)
Nigga get sticked to a magnet (magnet)
Wrist like whoa (whoa)
I bought a brand new stove (stove)
Retired the block (block)
No more trapping at the stove (trap)
You can find the knot (knot)
Pick a pocket, all fours (pick one)
Pull up in drops (drops)
Butterfly both doors (skrrt)
Fuck on the cops (fuck)
Bullet fly with the pole (baow baow)
Jump out of a private (woo)
Hit the stage, do a show (PJ)
Ice my wrist, my hand (ugh)
Get your bitch a fan (lil bitch)
Dope came in, it was tan (light brown)
You can get popped like xan (baow)
Speakin' of xan, balls
Just popped two on the flight to Japan (I'm up there)
Overseas bag (what?)
I'm 'bout to fuck up some yen as soon as I land (that's money)
Ice my neck and grill (ice)
Look at my bitch, she real (bitch)
Heard he got popped in the field (popped)
Heard he got popped in the field (baow)
You can get poped like pills (woo)
2Pac, 2Pac real (2Pac)
Heard he got shot in the field (baow)
Heard he got shot in the field (baow)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that bag move (bags)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that bag move (bags)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that bag move (bags)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that, makin' that bag move (racks) |
too many | Murda on the beat so it's not nice
I smoke too much dank, I smoke too much dank
I have too much drank, I have too much drank
I'm on too many things, on too many things (high)
On too many things, on too many things (you know it)
Niggas actin' lame, looking at me strange (fuck 'em)
I just fucked her once, I don't know her name
I'm on too many things, on too many things
I'm on too many things, on too many things
Hey, yeah, yeah
I'm on too many things, your bitch gon' let me bang
These bitches off the chain, my nuts, I let 'em hang
I got my money on my mind, it ain't gon' never change
No matter how much dough you get, I know you still a lame
You still ain't in the gang, I'm still up in the game
Send them my condolences, I'm 'bout to kill a game
Got a bitch named Mary Jane and that bitch is flame
I feel like I'm at the crib when I'm in the bank
I'm on too many thing, she on too much 'cane
I pull up in Mulsanne, take up too many lanes
They drive that bitch insane, she wanna give me brain
And you know we can't smoke it if it ain't that dank
I smoke too much dank, I smoke too much dank
I have too much drank, I have too much drank (you know it)
I'm on too many things, on too many things
On too many things, on too many things
Niggas actin' lame, looking at me strange
I just fucked her once, I don't know her name
I'm on too many things, on too many things
I'm on too many things, on too many things
Too many people, that be too many voices
And there's 300 bitches and 'bout 400 horses
And 'bout 500 Porches, get 600 extorted
Niggas actin' like hoes
Then they ass get escorted up out the club hoe
With the snub nose
Who the hell you gonna try?
Eyes low
Hanging too high to a point where it feel like I already died
No lie, can't reply to the textes that I get
Smokin', sippin' liquor now, used to be on that other shit, but ayy
Too many names, too many dames, I can't complain
Too many ways, too many things I can't explain
Too many people, too many photos, so when they change
The day I do some dumbass shit, then lead the gang
I smoke too much dank, I smoke too much dank
I have too much drank, I have too much drank (you know it)
I'm on too many things, on too many things
On too many things, on too many things
Niggas acting lame, looking at me strange
I just fucked her once, I don't know her name
I'm on too many things, on too many things
I'm on too many things, on too many things |
a rod | I be ridin' through the park like I'm A-Rod
Walkin' through the park like I'm A-Rod
Smokin' on that strong, that's that steroid
They tryna kick me out like A-Rod
I used to run the base like A-Rod
When I get me a check, I'mma buy me some extra
When I get me a check, I'mma buy me a necklace
When I get me a check, I'mma eat her for breakfast
When I get me a check, niggas gotta respect it
I earned all my stripes like A-Rod, worth 25 mill
That's a whole lot of money, man somebody get killed
Que pasa, que pasa, you know that I'm proper, I run with my partners
We need us a doctor, for drinkin' the vodka
That piña colada, I might shit a lobster
I just said that shit with my eyes closed
I can count a hundred thousand while I'm blindfolded
See you out, nigga, watch I get to it
CUI, nigga, mean the chopper under influence
Now watch how I limp to the bank, dreads hangin' under my A hat
If I got sucked by a teller, I would never tell you but that would be Bankhead
A1 nigga from the south side, I need a spot light
I need a chinchilla, before I get frostbite
Put the white girl in the middle, call it Klondike
Take her the to the room after dinner, and fuck her like it's prom night
Move around my town like A-Rod
Playin' with that girl like Baywatch, Tony Hawk skate off
Steroid, on your ass like Hemorrhoids
Cash out with that pen boy, your pass out see the invoice
When I get that check, I'mma call Madonna
Call up Cameron Diaz, call up Daisy Fuentes
Dikembe on them hoes like no-no, not in my house, you can't stay
You can smoke and you can drink and bend it over, let me play
God dammit, I done came up, nigga
35K take the plane up, nigga - 35 cars, 35 chains, nigga
Gettin' this change, never changed up, nigga
When I get that check, I'ma buy you a fake ass
With your fake ass, we don't count money, weigh cash
Breakin' up the rock, Dame Dash
When you're talkin' 'bout work, was my day job
Playin' with the base like A-Rod
Playin' with them M's since yay high
Mix it up, drink it, stay high |
fast life | The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, a team that's gettin' cream
With sales of fishscales from triple beams, I gleam
Livin' the life of Riley, packin' fifty calis
Rockin' lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos, just me and my dino primo
Pushin' beam-o's, then parlay in Reno with two fly Latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count math from steam baths
We've seen half a Milli Jackson out there on the Queens half
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us, try to beat us, we got hookers with heaters
That'll straight pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
The leaders, lookin' straight charmin' in our Giorgio Armani's
You wanna harm me and Nas
You gots to come get through our whole army
The cee-lo rollers, money folders, sippin' Bolla, holdin' mad payola
Slangin' that Coke without the Cola
Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing, son
Livin' the fast life, with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of Queens with the American Dream
So, we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream
Yo, I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably
Mid-state and Green, it seems, is where all my niggas be
The ghetto misery: shootouts and liquor stores
A perpendicular angle of the clout war
Police searchin' up my Lexo, but who's petro?
My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect, though
But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed
The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin' with scuffed Nike's
Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs
These years I got they names in my swears
Poppin' Cristal like it's my first child, lickin' shots Holiday style
Rockin' Steele sweaters, Wallabee down
Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage like the Arabs
The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic
Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance
Guzzlin' Guinness, shootin, catchin' cases concurrent
It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise guys
The Luciano, Frankie Yale, Bugsy Siegel
Green papers with eagles from a trade that's illegal
Brother, you've got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh
Brother you've got to make it happen
When you're livin' in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah
Aiyo, our lifestyles' exquisite, yayo like a blizzard
Esquire attire, standin' on ground with one pivot
Two players rockin' silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
Lands with namebrand seats, reclinin' like it's spacious
Bodies on ice
Livin' trife, rollin' fixed up dice
Gamblin' Grants
Handlin' stamps
Moves are sheist
My bankrolls got the cops comin' in plain clothes
Tryin' to arraign the gang 'cause of our fame
That's how the game goes
True
Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour
Cookin' up grams with Arm & Hammer
Supplyin' scramblers in Alabama
Rub out faces and leave no traces
My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
Servin' us Dom P, my cliquo
Dimes look magnifico, puttin' a cut inside perico
Heat for foes, shoppin' sprees with my fleet for clothes
In Caribbean suites, deep, rippin' beats with flows
Aiyo, we went from standin' on blocks without some socks
Sellin' rocks, to pickin' up stocks and boat docks with Glocks
And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills
Packin' all the blue steel, we keeps it real inside the battlefield
Yeah, so here's a toast to the funds and things
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings
Livin' the fast life, with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of Queens with the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven figure cream |
never let me down | When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I've found, one thing I found
Oh no, you'll never let me down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Yo, first I snatched the streets, then I snatched the charts
First I had they ear, now I have they heart
Rappers came and went, I've been here from the start
I seen them put it together, watched them take it apart
Seen the Rovers roll up with ribbons
I seen them re-po'd, re-sold, then re-driven
So when I reload, he holds number one position
When you hot, I'm hot
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzling
It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck with me
'cause I'mma be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is God-given
This is hard-livin', mixed with Cristal sippin'
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I've found, one thing I found
Oh no, you'll never let me down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up
I get down for my grandfather who took my mama
Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of 6, she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
Now niggas can't make it to ballots to choose leadership
But we can make it to Jacob's and to the dealership
That's why I hear new music and I just don't be feelin' it
Racism's still alive, they just be concealin' it
But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even made me show ID to get inside of Sam's Club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized 'least three or four times
But in the land where niggas praise Yukons and getting paid
It's gonna take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than doo rags to get you waves
Nothing sad as that day my girl's father passed away
So I promised to Mr. Rainey I'm gonna marry your daughter
And you know I gotta thank you for the way that she was brought up
And I know that you were smiling when you see the car I bought her
You sent tears from heaven when you seen my car get balled up
But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
Cause look what an accident did to Left Eye
First Aaliyah now Romeo must die
I know I got angels watching me from the other side
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I've found, one thing I found
Oh no, you'll never let me down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you're a part of the math
Cats think I'm delirious but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe; the world
I'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
My spirit is a part of this that's why I get spiritual
But I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes
For your soul and your mental
That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm trying to get us "us free" like Cinque
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you of my many inspirations
When I say I can't let you or self-down
If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And if you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life
In my grip, I would never ever let you down
And when these words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
Cause whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out
Take 'em to church
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no, you'll never let me down
Get up, I get, get up, I get
Get up, I get, get up, I get
Get up, I get, get up, I get down
Who else you know been hot this long?
(Oh yeah, we ain't finished)
Started from nothing but he got this strong
(The Roc is in the building)
Built the Roc from a pebble, peddled rock before I met you
Pedaled bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special (Wooooo)
Let you tell it, man, I'm falling
Well, somebody must have caught him
'cause every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan them
Number one albums, what I got? Like four of them
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all can save the chitter chat, this and that
This is Jay, dissing Jay will get you maced
When I start spitting them lyrics niggas get very religious
Six Hail Marys, 'Please Father forgive us'
Young the archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas
They way y'all all follow Jigga
Hov's a living legend and I'll tell you why
Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov's still alive |
back from the dead | I never thought that you and I would ever meet again
I mourn the loss of you sometimes and pray for peace within
The word "distraught" cannot describe how my heart has been
But where do we begin now that you’re back from the dead?
Where do we begin now that you’re back from the dead?
Where do we begin now that you’re back from the dead?
I held the funeral the day you left
A black umbrella and a sad song in my head
Buried your pictures that I loved the most
‘Cause if you survived me, I just didn’t wanna know
So you can’t just come back now like a demon uninvited
No, you can’t just expect me to open my door to you because
I never thought that you and I would ever meet again
I mourn the loss of you sometimes and pray for peace within
The word "distraught" cannot describe how my heart has been
But where do we begin now that you’re back from the dead?
Where do we begin now that you’re back from the dead?
Where do we begin now that you’re back from the dead?
I’m so confused I don’t know what to feel
Should I throw my arms around you or kill you for real?
‘Cause I worked so hard to put the past to rest
Now it’s tumbling down on me just like an avalanche
So you can’t just come back now like a demon uninvited
No, you can’t just expect me to open my door to you because
I know, I know, I can sit and talk but I can’t make you listen
You wish that I paid attention, I thought if I paid admissions
To wherever, go however, it would paint the perfect picture
You said "no matter how much you fucking make it doesn’t make a difference"
And I’m so so so sorry that we fell in love, Geronimo
It’s like one thing leads to another
Swear we’re fucking with dominos
But, here we are
Now I’m trying to find an answer in this Bottle girl
And I’m drownin' slow, drownin slow, don’t let the piranhas know
But you gon’ miss me when I’m gone
Why we gotta wait that long?
Baby, do-do-do-do-don’t
Or should I walk out instead
Is this Live and Let Die or Night of the Living Dead?
I never thought that you and I would ever meet again
I mourn the loss of you sometimes and pray for peace within
The word "distraught" cannot describe how my heart has been
But where do we begin now that you’re back from the dead?
Where do we begin now that you’re back from the dead?
Where do we begin now that you’re back from the dead? |
lights on | Snow is falling, it's on the ground
First delayed but it's cancelled now
Late to the train broke myself off
Am I getting closer? Now am I getting closer?
Taking the streets, I'm moving slow
Sure made a sweat now, what's there to lose?
I just wanna get there before you go
I hope I'm getting closer
I hope I'm getting closer
Leave the lights on
It may take a while but I'm coming home
Lights on
It may take a while but I'm coming home
Unlock the door
I'm coming, I'm coming
No matter how far
Leave the lights on
It may take a while but I'm coming home
I'll be there in the morning
I'll be there before you know it
Going fast as I can
But the traffic is bad
And my rental is slow
I'm coming, I'm coming
I'm coming home
You on my team, I can't be alone
You hear that ring, I pick up the phone
Call, a plane, a walk, a train
No matter which way baby, I'm coming home
Wish that I could press fast forward
To the part where I get there
Seeing all the lights on
Leave the lights on
It may take a while but I'm coming home
Lights on
It may take a while but I'm coming home
Unlock the door
I'm coming, I'm coming
No matter how far
Leave the lights on
It may take a while but I'm coming home
Bar is low, texts slow
No goodbyes, no xo
My flight delay, no echo (Echo, echo, echo)
Hurry cause the plan's urgent
I'm trying to get home like the man's version
Emergency until I see you
And then you can hold mine like a hand surgeon
But let me take your bow off
Wooly knits, Prada hat so I can show off
You my gift that I can't get until I get to that front door
It's fluorescent if I leave with the lights on
Yeah, leave the lights on |
limbo | I'm not crying on the phone when you call
What's the use in begging you to stay?
I'm not trying to save us anymore
Cut me loose, 'cause you're too far away
To make me feel better, make it alright
To give me your sweater, hold my hand tight
Seven days in limbo, push me out the window
Nothing in common, nothing to lose
Nothing but problems between me and you
With your arms akimbo, seven days in limbo
Seven days
I'll give all my weapons to you
We've said it all, no more bones to break
I'm done thinking that we might just spark enough
We're broken glass waiting to be washed away
Can't make me feel better, make it alright
Give me your sweater, hold my hand tight
Seven days in limbo, push me out the window
Nothing in common, nothing to lose
Nothing but problems between me and you
With your arms akimbo, seven days in limbo
Seven days
If you love me, let me go
If you love me, leave limbo
Can't make me feel better, make it alright
Can't give me your sweater, hold my hand tight
Seven days in limbo, just push me out the window
Nothing in common, nothing to lose
Nothing but problems between me and you
With your arms akimbo, seven days in limbo
Seven days |
solitaire | Don't wanna talk anymore
I'm obsessed with silence
I go home and I lock my door
I can hear the sirens
I see buildings and bars from the window
And I listen to the wind blow
I see people and cars covered in gold
And I'm happy to be on my own
Hard like a rock, cold like stone
White like a diamond, black like coal
Cut like a jewel, yeah I repair myself
When you're not there
Solitaire
Something you consider rare
I don't wanna be compared, yeah
With that cheap shimmer and glitter
Solitaire
I'm in love with the ice-blue grey skies of England
I'll admit all I wanna do is get drunk and silent
Watch my life unfold all around me
Like a beautiful garden
I see flowers so tall, they surround me
Oh, my heart, it became so hardened
Hard like a rock, cold like stone
White like a diamond, black like coal
Cut like a jewel, yeah I repair myself
When you're not there
Solitaire
Something you consider rare
I don't wanna be compared, yeah
With that cheap shimmer and glitter
Solitaire
And all the other jewels around me
They astounded me at first
I covered up my heart in boundaries
And all the fakes they called me cursed
But I'm not cursed, I'm not cursed
I was just covered in dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
Solitaire
Something you consider rare
I don't wanna be compared, yeah
With that cheap shimmer and glitter
Solitaire
Hmm, solitaire
Hmm, solitaire
Hmm, solitaire
Hmm, solitaire |
closer | Physically, mentally, spiritually not nowadays
Madvillain get more spins than the power plays
These hymns earned him a tower of praise
Wet more Timbs than agua from shower sprays
First dropper to the last
The same way the super got hits for that ass
Put so much heat out on the street
He lock his self up and put the beat on repeat
Stamp here go a kite to the world
It's more nasty than what you write your so called girl
Tramp a spade is a spade
Spit blades like V playing with grenades
He say these black negro's is crazy
Hey these wack trees don't even phase me
Part of a new race
Chrome face 24/7 stay screw face
Play home base
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
Soldiers in the out field
With or with out a deal
Is it all about the steal
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
Ask yourself the same question
Don't mention it to him or any of his henchmen
This flows style in exceptionally
It grows wild and splits exponentially
MF DOOM, QUAS high like sky scrappers
Quasimoto gettin more ass than toilet paper
Who
Astro Black on attack you up on the bozack
Know smarts
Lightweight
Ya bald head like Kojak
Kinda like a wild cat out of his habitat
Tryin to grab the door mat
Close to the combat
Like willie the Shake
Holdin a black cross
Ya hat toss
Ya'll niggas on some skinny dip
Looking at his henny sip
Look at little pretty chicks
Sucka's tryin to penny flip
Niggas looping any shit
Yo, yo
What's the password, curse word, last word
Huh
It be the fat serve, mass nerve, black bird
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
Quasimoto down with Madvillian
All up on our shit while ya'll nigga's all be killin
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
Always on the up and up
Chocolate heat for beat
Ya sucka's always fuckin up
Who
Never fake
No Flake
Upon flake
Cake
Break chedda better than ya top ten ahead of ya |
on the road again tour setlist | Australian, African, Asian, and Middle East Legs
1. Clouds
2. Steal My Girl
3. Little Black Dress
4. Where Do Broken Hearts Go
5. Midnight Memories
6. Ready To Run
7. Happily
8. Strong
9. Better Than Words
10. Don't Forget Where You Belong
11. Little Things
12. Night Changes
13. Alive
14. Diana
15. One Thing
16. What Makes You Beautiful
17. Through The Dark
18. Girl Almighty
19. Story of My Life
20. You & I
21. Little White Lies
22. Best Song Ever
23. Stockholm Syndrome
European Leg
1. Clouds
2. Steal My Girl
3. Little Black Dress
4. Where Do Broken Hearts Go
5. Midnight Memories
6. Kiss You
7. Stockholm Syndrome
8. Ready To Run
9. Strong
10. Better Than Words
11. Don't Forget Where You Belong
12. Little Things
13. 18
14. Night Changes
15. Alive
16. Diana
17. No Control
18. What Makes You Beautiful
19. Through The Dark
20. Girl Almighty
21. Story of My Life
22. You & I
23. Little White Lies
24. Best Song Ever
North American Leg
1. Clouds
2. Steal My Girl
3. Little Black Dress
4. Where Do Broken Hearts Go
5. Midnight Memories
6. Kiss You
7. Stockholm Syndrome
8. Spaces (July 9 and July 11) and Fireproof
9. Ready To Run
10. Better Than Words
11. Don't Forget Where You Belong
12. Little Things
13. Night Changes
14. 18
15. No Control
16. Drag Me Down (As of July 31st)
17. Diana
18. What Makes You Beautiful
19. Through The Dark
20. Girl Almighty
21. You & I
22. Story of My Life
23. Act My Age
24. Little White Lies
25. Best Song Ever
UK Leg
1. Clouds
2. Steal My Girl
3. Little Black Dress
4. Where Do Broken Hearts Go
5. Midnight Memories
6. Kiss You
7. Stockholm Syndrome
8. Spaces and Fireproof
9. Ready To Run
10. Better Than Words
11. Don't Forget Where You Belong
12. Little Things
13. Night Changes
14. 18
15. No Control
16. Drag Me Down
17. Diana (until October 16, 2015) and Perfect
18. What Makes You Beautiful
19. Through The Dark
20. Girl Almighty
21. You & I
22. Story of My Life
23. Act My Age
24. Little White Lies
25. Best Song Ever
Special Performances
February 07, 2015 at Sydney - Uptown Funk (Mark Ronson cover)
February 20, 2015 at Perth - Uptown Funk (Mark Ronson cover)
February 25, 2015 at Osaka - Get Lucky (Daft Punk cover)
June 06, 2015 at Cardiff - She Makes Me Wanna (JLS cover)
July 17, 2015 at Vancouver - Started from the Bottom (Drake cover)
July 24, 2015 at Winnipeg - Hero (Enrique Iglesias cover)
September 01, 2015 at Philadelphia - Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song
September 24, 2015 at London - Infinity
October 31, 2015 at Sheffield - Home |
revenge pain from the jail phone | I'll fuck you better on everything, on everything
Your pussy was meant for me, was meant for me
You know what you did to me, you did to me
I'm havin' withdrawals, withdrawals, withdrawals
But you don't know what you done to me, you done to me
The pussy was ecstasy, was ecstasy
You said I'm the chosen one, your only one
I know I was wrong, wrong, wrong
Pop that pussy for X to see, for X to see
I want you right under me, te amo mami
You were the one for me, the one for me
I know I did wrong, so wrong, wrong
I'll fuck you thread around everything, on everything
You knew you were everything, everything
I'll fuck you with everything, on everything
I want... |
shawt bus reloaded | Be your own boss entertainment
Shawt bus shawty! Shawt bus shawty!
Shawt Shawt Shawt Shawt Shawt Bus Shawty
I think I'm Beetlejuice, Lil Darryl
What's under my shirt? I think a barrel
DJ Khaled tell em: "we the best!"
I just found a donut under my breast
I'mma tell you something and don't think that I'm weird
I eat leftover food that gets stuck in my beard
Powdered doughnuts, leftover chili
Sit in back of the bus and make it pop a wheelie
My shawt bus baby put her nails in my back
I wear a fitted helmet when I ride my bike
She got a good vocabulary and that's what I lack
When I shower dogg, I wear a shower cap
When I go to sleep, I sleep with my hat
When I go on Face Time you see my body because my height
Gucci swag stupid, stupid is Gucci
Thought I had to fart but I really had to dookie
Open up my mouth to show off my gold teeth
Big gut shawty look I'm carrying a fetus
Shawt Bus Shawty money got my pockets on Cletus
Pull out a red crayon & I'mma eat it!
Burr! Burr!
Shawt Bus funny
Remix crazy, get me in the kitchen dawg
Serving all the babies
Ate some bad squirrel meat then I got rabies
I just flipped a chicken dogg
Served it up with gravy
OJ da Juiceman, living in the trap dawg
Don't give Christmas presents dawg
Cause I can't wrap dogg
OJ da Juiceman celebrate Hanukkah
Everytime I rap dogg, they be like "huh, nigga?"
I got Louis and a ski mask
They call me Lewinski
Cause I blow Bills on that Prada and that Fendi
Even though my name is Nicki
Bada bada bacon Ricki
Badabadabadabada
I'm about to blow - Wendy!
Brick Squad!
One, two, three, four, five, seven, eight
Ten!
Waka mile in my shoes
Waka old lady to her car
While she's using her Waka
Waka way from strangers
Wakalot to get exercise
Waka flocka Flame!
Like I stole your dictionary and took off, yeah
I got away with words
Now look y'all
I am music, you can not play me though
I am music, you should call me radio
Retarded and the hardest
You softer than a baby hug
Say I ain't the best
You more confused than a boy ladybug |
transmission | We're smart enough to know that no one gets out alive
(Never, ever)
Hold on to someone close, friend
Cause you're never too young
You're never too young, you're never too young to die
Remember the ghosts before you
And drink to their souls tonight
And don't forget what they told you
You're never too young
You're never too young, you're never too young to die
You're never too young
You're never too, never too
No, you're never too young
Never, never
Uh, tell me is it the day I made it?
Feel like the world is over, don't know why I've been created
I've been under pressure but nevertheless I know nothing can measure
Feeling outdated, everybody inebriated
Feel like I'm automated, I'm automated, I'm automated
No, never faded, but debated, a visionary that made it
As it escalated, I elevated and feel like I raided the game
Cause all of this, it just sounded the same in my mind
We're smart enough to know that no one gets out alive
(Never, ever)
Hold on to someone close, friend
Cause you're never too young
You're never too young, you're never too young to die
Remember the ghosts before you
And drink to their souls tonight
And don't forget what they told you
You're never too young
You're never too young, you're never too young to die
(Die)
You're never too young
You're never too young
Never, never
You're never too young
You're never too young
Never, never
Never, never
Never, never
Never, never
No, you're never too young
Never, never
Never, never
Never, never (oh)
Never, never
Yeah
Never to young
Never to young
Never to young to die
We're smart enough to know that no one gets out alive
(Never, ever)
Hold on to someone close, friend
Cause you're never too young
You're never too young, you're never too young to die
Remember the ghosts before you
And drink to their souls tonight
And don't forget what they told you
You're never too young
You're never too young, you're never too young to die |
i might | I might just run up these bands ayy
Ain't got no homies or friends
People they don't understand
People they don't understand
I might just run up these bands ayy
Ain't got no homies or friends
People they don't understand
People they don't understand
Relevantly stunting, brought the Fisker just to fool on it
Brought the katana secret compartment with the tool on it
You was a dreamer, ten out of ten you with a stupid bitch
And probably fuck herself to my pictures and a crucifix
Niggas steady had an option, I been kicking shit
Niggas run their mouth about their guns and still be getting licked
time to turn this rapping into business shit
Extended mag I come with sixty and you missing shit
I can't trust these niggas, they too busy on the internet
Sitting behind their Mac they can kill for this energy
I can teach your bitch, she gotta pay me just to penetrate
I got my own bitch, I had no time for dinner dates
I might just run up these bands ayy
Ain't got no homies or friends
People they don't understand
People they don't understand
I might just run up these bands ayy
Ain't got no homies or friends
People they don't understand
People they don't understand
Whips in the back look straight up out the car show
Heavy ammunition, baby don't you check the cargo
Big bank on me, you should call me Wells Fargo
You been sleeping for a minute, I can tell you lost your marbles
Gas pedal with my whip, you could tell I hit the speedway
Yeah all my bitches naked, yeah I let 'em fuck my DJ
She hear my voice for the next week, she think I got delayed
Rest in peace Mac and shout out my nigga TreeJay
And it's a heatwave
All up in your shit with my teammates
four by four I'm bout to make a nigga relay
This is for my niggas tryna make it out the PJs
Need to run them bands, I ain't no motherfucking cheapscape
I might just run up these bands ayy
Ain't got no homies or friends
People they don't understand
People they don't understand
I might just run up these bands ayy
Ain't got no homies or friends
People they don't understand
People they don't understand
Xanarchy |
basement freestyle | Yo, uh
Got my nigga Easy in this motherfucker
Deadstock sixes and shit
Got my nigga Metro in this motherfucker, yeah, ooh
Uh, by the bar, buy the bar
Bitches on my table everywhere (Where)
On the floor, condoms on my dresser (Straight up)
On my business, never plannin'
Never sober (La Flame), thinkin' blew me up
Body shots took on your bitches titties
Slow it down, pick it up, fuck a third
Speed the fourth gear grindin' up
On everything, it's my year (Straight up)
I got it now, everything I ever asked for
We gettin' it, far from mama's jeep
She never tinted it
She frozed up, I unfrozed her
Now come a little closer (Straight up)
Get your ass up off that wall
And go roll up that doja (That dough)
Tell your boyfriend bust that key
Go 'head and fill ya nose up (La Flame)
Till it's over, we ain't lookin' for the hoes where the trophies
Grab a glass go ahead get throwed up (Straight up)
She feelin' it, don't spill the shit
Ahh, she crazy, she goin', she goin'
Gone!
Ayy, all this money on the table, ooh
We don't want relations
We don't want no conversations
Fuck around and change the weather (Straight up)
Damn, I'm with my main bitch (Main bih)
Ayy, and I don't love her no mo' (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Drinkin', fuck the limitations
I done made it out the basement
Fuck around and change the weather (Straight up)
Ayy
I'm off a bean, I'm off a bean
See this lean, it's in my dreams (That dope)
Off this dope, don't wanna smoke (Oh no)
Off this roll, I might just roll (Straight up, straight up)
Let's get throwed
Out in Houston they know my name (Oh)
In MO city they know the gang (Oh)
Young La Flame ain't nothin' changed
But the chains and diamond rings
Diamond rings, I lost my brains
Me and Ye Ye, out in broad day
I'm on the 3rd coast
Eatin' Burlow with Merlot (straight up)
I got my shirt off
Kickin' dirt off, out in Bergdorf (La Flame)
She like what you doin'? (Doin')
It took a path just to get me here
Don't give a damn if that's ruined (Ruined)
Later on got a "ring, ring, ring"
She at my doorbell "ding, ding, ding, ding"
Let the bitch in, the bitch seen
Bang out, bang out
On the couch, on the floor, in her mouth
Camera's out (Camera's out)
Once my dick's in, no pulling out (No pulling out)
That's my baby (Straight up)
Bitch been doing coke since the 80's (That dope)
I'm a 90's baby (La Flame)
Young La Flame, you know he crazy
Ayy (Straight up, straight up)
All this money on the table, ooh
We don't want relations
We don't want no conversations
Fuck around and change the weather
Damn, I'm with my main bitch
Ayy, and I don't love her no mo'
Drinkin', fuck the limitations
I done made it out the basement
Fuck around and change the weather
Ayy |
magnolia | Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Uh, in New York, I Milly Rock (Rock), hide it in my sock (Sock)
Running from an opp (Opp), and I shoot at opp (Opp, uh, uh, what?)
And I'm on the block (What? What? What?)
And I'm on the block (What?)
In New York, I Milly Rock (Hello?), hide it in my sock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What?), selling that re-rock (What? What? What? What? What?)
In New York, I Milly Rock (Ooh), hide it in my sock (Woah)
Used to sell re-rock (What?), running from the cops (Woah)
Shooting at the opps (Woah, woah)
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps (What?), 'cause I run they block (What?)
Uh, gimme top (Top, uh), in my drop-top
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock), when I drop (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock), when I drop (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock), when I drop (Drop, drop)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (B)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (B)
All these hoes want cash (Cash), all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo bitch (B), uh, I'm her dad (Yeah)
Uh, all these niggas sound like cash, sound like cash (Blah)
I'm a soldier (What?), damn, I thought I told you (What?)
Shootin' like a soldier (B), like I'm from Magnolia (What?)
All these (What? What?), niggas, always, fold (What? What?)
Big, bank (What? What?), never, fold (What?)
Sippin, Act' (What?), fill that shit slowly (Hello?)
Bitches, on me (What?), say she like my clothing (Yeah)
I'm in London (What?), Young Carti global (What?)
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (What? Yeah)
Ayy, Young Carti (What?), Young Carti (What?)
(Hop in the bit', hop in the bit', what?)
Young Carti (What?), Young Carti (Yeah)
All of your bitches, they loose, huh
All of your bitches, they loose, huh (Yeah)
All of my bitches, they rich, huh
And they stay rockin' that Rick, huh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What? What? Huh? What? What? Huh? (Yeah)
Rich, rich (Rich), Cash Carti, bitch (Bitch)
Rich, bitch (Huh?), got a rich clique (Huh?)
I'm suckin' on the clit (Huh?), she suckin' on the dick (Yeah)
Give that ho a tip (Yeah), told her, "Buy some kicks" (Kicks)
Then I brush my teeth (What?), pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip (Glocky), Glocky in the whip (Yeah)
And I'm cocky, fuckin' on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can't stop me (Stop me)
I'm riding in a Masi' (What?), this ain't even my Masi' (Nah)
Ho, that's not yo thottie (What?), yo bitch look like a aunty (What?)
Walked in with Ashanti (What?), damn, that look like 'Shanti (What?)
Damn, that look like Carti (Yeah-yeah), I think that be Young Carti (What?)
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece (What?), that's filthy (Woah)
In New York, I Milly Rock (What?), hide it in my sock (What? What?)
Running from an opp (What? What?), then I shoot at opp (What? What?), uh, uh
And I'm on the block, uh, uh (Hello?)
And I'm on the block (What?)
In New York, I Milly Rock (What?), hide it in my sock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (Sock), selling that re-rock (Re-rock)
What? What? What? What? What?
In New York, I Milly Rock (What?), hide it in my sock (What?)
Use to sell re-rock, uh, running from the cops, uh
Shooting at the opps
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga, man! |
feed the streets | Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Shut the fuck up
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets (ayy)
My niggas need to eat (ayy)
My niggas need to eat (ayy)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
Niggas do time flipping the Ye
Niggas is dead, he got a grave
Nigga, I ain't playin', tryna get paid
Homie got hit 'cause he got in the way
Had to get out, shit is the same
Niggas insane all this shit change
They wanna a name, they had him sprayed
They gotta catch a body for fame
I'm in a whole other lane (lane)
Flipping these racks like cane (cane)
I got rich and gave back (gave back)
And you niggas stayin' the same (hell naw)
I drive the Wraith through the hood (yes)
That's why my niggas in the grind (yes sir)
Show all my niggas how to get this money, just gotta put in the time
Real niggas know, how hard I go (I get this cash)
I put in work, I put niggas on (So much cash)
Them mafia days (Mafia!), my hustle so strong (Mafia!)
Real shit, I'm lit like a cigarette lighter, I was doing this shit when you was shitting in diapers
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat (eat)
My niggas need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat (eat)
My niggas need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets
My pistol gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
Just stay ahead in this bitch
Drankin' sizzurp like its liquor
Street life, but I'm catching up to god quicker
AK-40 to your liver
Make the chopper bang on you like a blood or a crip, ah
So much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist (Yeah hoe!)
Or a puppetteer, diamonds in my ear
New foreign ride every year, I'm in foreign gear
Plug show up with the pack, it's gon' disapear
Stick shift hustle, I stay in fifth gear
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat (eat)
My niggas need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat (eat)
My niggas need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Mafia
I gotta feed the streets
You gotta flee the streets
You gotta lead the streets
I don't mislead the streets
I just might drop some heat
I just might tease the street
I do not need the streets
'Cause nigga, I be the streets
It's so sad 'cause my little bad
Bitch, don't know how to act
Like in the past
When she took 'em packages out the trap
I let her chase the dream
I might front-lace her weave
Give her a place to stay, with a new face to feed
I really love the streets
I just might flood the streets
'Cause I'm really from the streets
Y'all niggas who run the streets
Niggas just take a seat
How the fuck could you hate on me?
Say that you still in the streets, but you can not wait to leave
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat (eat)
My niggas need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat (eat)
My niggas need to eat (eat)
I gotta feed the streets
Don't worry 'bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
Mafia!
Mafia!
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia |
bound 2 | Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love
(Uh-huh, honey)
You fuck a nigga I fuck a bitch, do that make us even?
We not together so all in all does that make it cheatin'?
Buying flights every week like a nigga rich
Thousand dollars for a flight to fuck another nigga bitch
Good pussy got a nigga on some nigga shit
But, at least a nigga nigga rich
Late nights driving by your crib like okay
Bitch got me sitting in the whip like OJ
Bitch got me sitting in the whip like OJ
Thinking if I make the news the fuck Dre gon' say?
Tattoos on our fingers on some love shit
Tattoos on our fingers on some dumb shit
I can't believe this bitch was so see-through
Met the other nigga and he turned me into Mr Me Too
Said "I know how to make her squirt", I was like "Me too"
He used to drop her off at work, I was like "Me too"
I picked the kids up from school, he was like "Me too"
Said she was pregnant, shit that could've been my seed too
The same shit that make you cry, it kinda make you laugh
I hurt so many good girls fucking with your crazy ass
Bound
(I know when I'm fucked up
I know, nigga I know when I'm fucked up
Ya'll niggas be fronting, nigga I ain't
Shit nigga, you know what I'm saying?
It's real right?)
Feeling like I'm stuck with you
I keep saying I'm done with you
My friends say they can't fuck with me, if I choose to fuck with you
They don't want to stick around to see Titanic sink
I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?
Both of us have made mistakes, ain't been the same ever since
Now we stalking Facebook, Twitter, Instagram for evidence
Ask me do I love her, then the answer gon' be fucking yes
It's a vicious circle, how I get out of this fucking mess
Conflicting stories, my life is Maury on a daily basis
Say I ain't gon' fuck this bitch again-- Then she get naked
Everybody drained from our shit, it ain't no one to tell
Your friends and my friends both saying we dumb as hell
We both grown as fuck but we acting young as hell
Damn near fist fighting, ain't happy 'til either one in jail
Bound
(Connor Talking)]
(Know what I'm talking about?
Man this shit outta control my nigga look
Check it out)
Yo' mama hate me, sister hate me, the fuck I'mma do?
My mama hate you and my sister fucking hate you too
You act confused when we be talking like "Why ain't we cool?"
I'm like "Think really really hard bitch, what ain't you do?"
Got a baby daddy and this side nigga
And what makes it worse is he be hanging out with my niggas
So they tell me when you doing dirt
When you think I ain't alert
We both be cheating now it's a matter of who gon' do it first
Lord, it make me wonder why I like yo' ass
Either I'm in love or I'm a motherfucking psychopath
Shit's sad, we both be on some bullshit
Both be tryna pull shit
Off but we get caught by folks that both of us is cool with
My hood niggas be like "Damn she did my nigga wrong"
My hood niggas be like "Damn she got my nigga gone
Got my nigga calling 'round town, this nigga making songs
Never seen him like this, what the fuck my nigga on?"
Bound
(Be alright though, know what I'm saying?
Ain't the first time, won't be the last
Be the last time it happens like this though)
Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures
One good girl is worth a thousand bitches |
bitch i deserve you | I mean man, I made 872 million off molasses yesterday
Straight up
I’m only rhymin cause I’m nice
I don’t even give a shit no more
We on our way
Look at the game say bitch I deserve you
Here forever, that's my word boo
I know my words slurring now but when I sober up
I just called to see how the fuck you've been holding up
I know you heard your boy's been hopping out the Rover truck
Long remove from when I rode the bus
Now I'm diving up in Polish sluts
With the gorgeous butts
And she love it when I throw her in the Cobra clutch
Window half down
Smoke trickle out
Stripper vixen out the blouse
Put the pickle in the pouch
No more sushi, style reserved for the past days
Big joints filled with hash in my ashtrays
We still fam' though we chose different pathways
I heard you're sniffing
Cleaning plates like the Cascade
Death's the only thing that's certain
Once was the cash fades
Fuck it, I'm getting money til my last days
Your number changed and I ain't recognized the ringtone
So pardon for the unannounced
The rain, you know I've been gone
Flip the fucking beat up
I was looped around the planet
In the coupe with the cannon
With the car and the camera
Paparazzi never flashed
The days are way beyond us
Fact, they never flash and I'm below the surface, honest
Never blast my way out
I stroll out, pull by
Under the nose of anybody that knows not
Check-in's out of courtesy cause these are not requirements
Wait until our time is up; iron and the niacin
Boomer Esiason, flying out the Lion's den
This is weird science, inside a siren's blend
I hit the solid ten, water just a little splashing
Loop it up and bring it back man, cause this is Action |
same hoes | We likin' these hoes
Pics and all that
And we all fucking the same hoes
The basketball niggas
The acting niggas
Fucking the same hoes
The same ones my nigga
Bounce
(Maybach Music)
Me and Pusha T fuckin' the same hoes
Me and TIP, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Chris Brown, we fuck the same hoes
The same hoes
The same hoes
Me and Justin Bieber fuck the same hoes
Me and Snoop Dogg, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Yo Gotti fuck the same hoes
The same hoes
The same hoes
Me and Steve Harvey fuck the same hoes
Ms. Universe, they all the same hoes
Forget they name nigga, know the saying goes
But I put her on her feet in that new Range Rov
Me and Mayweather fuck the same hoes
Money team, money green, mean Lambo
Me and P. Diddy fuck the same hoes (that's right)
Cause rich niggas always fuck the same hoes
Me and Russel Simmons fuck the same hoes
Been runnin' through the shows since the payphones
Top down at the light, you know the word out
He get them turned out up at the absurd house
Me and Pusha T fuckin' the same hoes
Me and TIP, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Chris Brown, we fuck the same hoes
The same hoes
The same hoes
Me and Justin Bieber fuck the same hoes
Me and Snoop Dogg, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Yo Gotti fuck the same hoes
The same hoes
The same hoes
Me and Kevin Hart fuckin' the same hoes
I'm 'bout to shoot a movie usin' all the same hoes
Bouncin' through the college for the campus hoes
Promise them I'm a scholar, always gotta sample those
Run your credit shopping cause I need a favor
I got broads in Atlanta, trappin' in the Decatur
Me and David Beckham fuckin' the same hoes
Apartment in Tribeca on the third floor
Me and Busta Rhymes, we fuck the same hoes
Three days later, seen them in the hat and change clothes
They fuck with me but they say their favorite artist is J. Cole
Ain't trippin' baby, this is how the game goes
(Let's go nigga)
Me and Pusha T fuckin' the same hoes
Me and TIP, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Chris Brown, we fuck the same hoes
The same hoes
The same hoes
Me and Justin Bieber fuck the same hoes
Me and Snoop Dogg, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Yo Gotti fuck the same hoes
The same hoes
The same hoes |
25 bucks | 25 bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she'll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that's how we was living
25 bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she'll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that's how we was living
I'll not get old
If I dig with my knees, if I grind down my teeth
I know from the attic of me
From the bottoms of pleas, from the waywarded seas
Arthritis in her fingers, carpal tunnel in her wrists
'Bout to feed her kids at night sit between her legs and twist
While she listen to the oldie soap operas smoking bogies
On the phone gossiping telling homegirls stories
Girlfriend worried cause her son's in a hurry
To see the state Pen' or a cemetery buried
Ma replied do her best but it's still rough
Keep your kids off the street and away from drugs
Doing hair in the house ain't putting on Daniel
Daddy in and out, ay, who turned that channel?
Sneakers turn to house shoes, stepping on the back
Ashing her cigarette and a brown paper bag
Smoking joints, lauging tryna get the part straight
For ten, put your perm in, don't scratch all day
Hot cocoa stove, put the food in the bowl
Say that's how many nights it was hard to keep going
Now I'm trapped in the trap and the devil ain't forgetting
Wanna see me dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division only thing that add up
Fucked up cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks
Now I'm trapped in the trap and the devil ain't forgetting
Wanna see me dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division only thing that add up
Fucked up nigga tryna get a couple bucks
25 bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she'll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that's how we was living
25 bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she'll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that's how we was living
I'll not get old
If I dig with my knees, if I grind down my teeth
I know from the attic of me
From the bottoms of pleas, from the waywarded seas
Iverson zig zags, good night fast food
If you really balling, mommy cop Chinese food
If you really wonder why these people got issues
Cause the rent owed and the fucking lights due
On her knees at night, pray a miracle come through
Daddy shooting Craps, tryna win a pair of shoes
I been growing my hair 'bout to let mommy twist it
Out wilding with my friends, even got myself a biscuit
Homie momma smoking with nothing to lose
Now he stashing cracks in some hundred dollar shoes
Sitting at his crib, smoking Swishers, getting faded
Told me hit my mommy up, cause he tryna get braided
What we gon' do see the local dope man
See if he can put some money in our hand
Same one jump me, the same one front me
Cause I'm tired of seeing my family fucked up and hungry
Now I'm in the trap and the devil ain't forgetting
Wanna see a nigga dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division only thing that add up
Fucked up nigga tryna get a couple bucks
Now I'm trapped in the trap and the devil ain't forgetting
Wanna see a nigga dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division only thing that add up
Fucked up cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks
25 bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she'll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that's how we was living
25 bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she'll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that's how we was living |
fkn science bro | Stop running in the halls! Stop! Slow down, sir! Slow down, sir! Stop running in the halls, sir! Anthony get to class! You're never going to become a college student at that rate!
Fuckin' science
Fu-fuckin' science, bro
Labcoat, check, goggles, check
Nodules, check
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuckin' science, bro
Hi-yah lads! Welcome to science class
Bob quit writin' raps in your log sheet, nobody's gon' sign your ass
Okay let's get scientific
Fossil fuels come from years and years of bio-decomposition
It's really just scientific
Why didn't all the fossils turn to oil?
Some did, some didn't
Anyway...
Didn't Rockerfeller pay the scientists off the year of the Geneva Convention?
Wait? What was that?
You wanna come up here in front of class?
What? You wanna teach?
You really think you're smarter than me?
No sir, sit down
Here's your homework on the atom bomb and the World War
How it affected us then and now
Well uh... I seen the footage and uh, I really just want some answers
How does someone film an atomic bomb and it doesn't destroy the camera?
I mean...
I was just...
BRO!
Bro, I'm just sayin'... I don't know
Fu-fuckin' science, bro
Labcoat, check, goggles, check
Nodules, check
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuckin' science, bro
Welcome to history, we evolved from neanderthalsThat is no mystery!
Well why are there no monkey fossils anywhere?
What, are you kidding me!?
I'm just sayin'... I just
Shoulda learned that way back in elementary
Man this nigga don't know what the fuck he talkin' about
I have a diploma, do you have a diploma?
Or a learning disorder?
My wife is a lawyer, we both have a daughter
She's doin' fine with the things that we taught her
Yeah I'm just usin' the scientific method
Did we evolve from electronical boy or homo erectus?
And all of the fossilized footprints in the fossil records
Don't show a line of thrust, that's not consistent with compression
What the fuck did he just say??
Yeah, okay smartass
This is real knowledge, save all that hippie shit for art class
It's really startin' to bug me on this one
Gonna have to trust me on this one
I have done the studies on this one
You're a little rusty on this one
I mean why can't you just answer my question on the subject?
It's not in the fuckin' book
It's not up for discussion
Science, I fuckin' love science!
I fuckin' love science!
I love science
Labcoat, check, goggles, check
Nodules, check
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuckin' science, bro
Damn, must have been a hell of them stegosauruses
Over a century burnin' fossil fuels, still ain't no shortages
I ain't sayin' I'm Neo, but I'm nothin' short of a morpheus
Fuck, thought this was a globe, I gotta check my coordinates
You can blame my disorderly conduct on my subordinance
If it ain't no Coriolis who's to blame for New Orleans?
Why the poorest people always get extorted by corporate giants
We don't boycott, we buy in and I find it unfortunate, yeah
Me plus you plus her plus her, that's four (Math!)
Bring your worst and I'm gon' bring much more
Leave your nerves, your skirt, both at the door
In case you didn't know
Fuckin' science bro!
Well Earth shine is much brighter than moonshine
Fu-fuckin' science, bro
Labcoat, check (moonshine)
Goggles, check (moonshine)
Nodules, check (moonshine)
Fuckin' (moonshine)
How many fingers am I holdin' up?
Come and compete him if you're bold enough
No Bobby Ray don't give an ounce of fuck
Your team is weak, you beat your bouncer up
Student loans await you all! God I hate my life. Hey you! You! Stop making out! I know your mother, Susan! I'm gonna tell Susan about this! Debrah! Is that coke???
I'm Neil deGrasse Tyson, bitch! |
my toy soldier | You ready? Okay let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way I said do it man
These niggas is pussy you heard me?
Get up nice and close
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he move like that
That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You don't wanna play with my toy soldier
I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
Fuckin with my toy soldier
If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You don't want it with my toy soldiers
Listen up close now, follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain't got no conscience no morals or nothin
They ain't wit us, they against us, we supposed to touch 'em
Here's what to do if you see him approach me
Pop that nigga, I don't care if he know me
Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust 'em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
That's why the D's in the precinct know me
They know about my rap sheet, they know 'bout how I clap heat
Run like I'm in a track meet, swift with the mac, B
You can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' mayn
Mad as a motherfucker that I'm holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin
Quick to make examples out of niggas fo' sho' man, hold me down
Shoot, stab, kill muh'fucker
If you ain't 'bout it I don't want you around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop
Them hollows so hot, yo' ass'll melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt - I'll give you a shape up
Have your ass stitched, gored, your head all taped up
Niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Ha ha, my soldiers around
And if some shit goes down - and a nigga get laid down
It's no surprise cause niggas know how we get down
Black tints on the Testarossa, hammer out the holster
Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organized, disciplined, plus we militant
Two windows to a man's soul
... fill you with holes
Listen homey.. I'm the man for the job
So if he ain't.. (Yayo, c'mon!)
I'm in that two-door Phantom and the body's kitted
Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it
Niggas scheme, but the infrared beam's on the mack
I'll put green on yo' head like an Oakland A's hat
One boy was a doja, now he a soldier
My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger
In a whip masked up, lookin for his enemies
Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries
His last casualties, is hooked to them IV's
(50 gimme the word) that's when I squeeze (yeah!)
Click-clack, take that, fall back
It's a contract, 50 grand, I'm 50 man
Yeah! This is the general speakin (yeah)
When I say move (ha ha ha) nigga you better move
Soldier, ha ha
I don't want nobody talkin to none of my niggas
Come around here with that bullshit
Tryin to feed niggas bad information and shit
That's how my toys malfunction |
fallin in luv | 30, you a fool for this one
I'm fallin’ in love with the life
Fallin' in love with the ice
Fallin' in love with the world
Fallin’ in love with you, girl
What you mean?
She look so mean in lil' blue jeans
Girl, I done seen all the good
In the back, in between
I know I'm wrong
Prolly shouldn't want this nigga's bitch but fuck it, I'm on
Off the boot, she lace her shoe, she getting gone
Purest molly, real thing, shit strong
And she smoke the loudest weed, Cheech and Chong
(Mm-hmm)
Off the boot, she lace her shoe, she getting gone
(Mm-hmm)
And she smoke the loudest weed, Cheech and Chong
I'm fallin' in love with the life
Fallin’ in love with the ice
Fallin’ in love with the world
Fallin' in love with you, girl
I done fell in love once again, oh-no, no
I done fell in love once again, oh-no, no
I been fallin’ in love with the world
I done spent me a dub for your girl
60 racks for the club and 10 ounce for the pub
I got mink on the rug
And some diamonds and pearls
Mm, I'm around the world
Bringin' all this money in, I don't gotta work
Nigga say he wanna spend, I cost a vert
Love to see my bitches spend, cop a purse
I just hopped out the Benz (Hopped the Benz)
I got gold on my lens (Gold on my lens)
Gunna Gunna gon’ win (Gunna Gunna gon' win)
Oh, you down 'til the end (Down 'til the end)
And you love to drink Hen
Would you come with a friend? (Come with a friend)
Me and Yachty again
Overseas, spendin' Yens
(Mm-hmm)
Off the boot, she lace her shoe, she getting gone
(Mm-hmm)
And she smoke the loudest weed, Cheech and Chong
I'm fallin' in love with the life
Fallin' in love with the ice
Fallin' in love with the world
Fallin' in love with you, girl
I done fell in love once again, oh-no, no
I done fell in love once again, oh-no, no
I'ma own up to it
Prolly should have never did this
Sex on sex on sex
You done fell in love with my dick
You done fell in love once again, oh-no, no
You done fell in love once again, oh-no, no |
devil in her heart | Oh, everybody knows
That nobody really knows
Yeah everybody knows
I walked right through your line of fire
Got hit by your bullets
Looking at your trigger finger
Hoping you don't pull it
But you did
So it is, what it is
I guess I'm wounded
But fuck that shit
Cause you lost out, I'm winning
Fuck you doing?
I got hits that deserve to be heard where the Knicks play
Like Patrick Ewing
And yeah I'm on probation
But I found the truth in this gin and juice
And I believe in the movement
I had to cut you off
You were getting too heavy
And I'm already holding the world
And I'm the one and I'm feeling too ready
Oh, everybody knows
That nobody really knows
Yeah everybody knows
Yeah, idols popping off my walls
It's feeling like it's 3D
And I'm at home with my mom
Watching myself on the TV
Yeah and 'cause of what my dad went through
I gotta' do right
So many sirens have turned into silence
I just offer you life
There's something you should know
Oh, everybody knows
That nobody really knows
Yeah everybody knows
Oh, everybody knows
That nobody really knows
Yeah everybody knows
She's got the devil in her heart |
hell yeah | Kells!
Woke up, time to grab my phone book
Gotta call my boy but my head feels like it hit a tow truck
So what? Living life in the fast lane tore up!
Tryna eat my toast but I had so many drinks I'm throwing up
Hit the school with fo' of us, one rollin' up that doja
Then we open doors up, smoke coming out the Rova
Always celebrities, man everybody knows us
Teacher ask why I smell like smoke? Bitch cause we just toked up!
I don't give a fuck, cooler than seven below bruh
Anaconda dick, Chuck Taylor toes keeping my nose up
Gonna keep our hopes up, on the block where they keep that holster
Where we live like every day's the thirty-first of October
From the block to the burbs
From my spot to the curb
Got the drink, where's the herb?
All my bitches whats the word?
Take this fifth to the face
Party life, here's a taste
My professor's in the place, even that motherfucker say "hell yeah"
Yeah! We drunk as fuck and don't care so hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Throw them bottles in the air so hell yeah (Yeah)
We high as fuck and don't care like hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Throw them burners in the air so hell yeah (Yeah)
We drunk as fuck and don't care so hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Throw them bottles in the air so hell yeah (Yeah)
We high as fuck and don't care so hell Yeah (Hell yeah)
Cuz MGK up in here so Hell Yeah
Uh, schools out just got my report card
All D's, I ran it over with my sports car
Then my pops called, wanna know if I got my grades
I'm like "c'mon dad, you know your boy got all A's"
So I gotta go, manager calling my phone, I guess it's showtime
Three cars deep, full of hoes that we met online
Brought the house down, blog and saying that "Kell's shit"
Facebook and Twitter updates, ring Kells bitch!
From the block to the burbs
From my spot to the curb
Got the drink, where's the herb?
All my bitches whats the word?
Take this fifth to the face
Party life, here's a taste
My professor's in the place, even that motherfucker say "hell yeah"
Yeah! We drunk as fuck and don't care so hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Throw them bottles in the air so hell yeah (Yeah)
We high as fuck and don't care like hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Throw them burners in the air so hell yeah (Yeah)
We drunk as fuck and don't care so hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Throw them bottles in the air so hell yeah (Yeah)
We high as fuck and don't care so hell Yeah (Hell yeah)
Cuz MGK up in here so Hell Yeah
Hotel room, penthouse at the party where they smoking fluid
Top it off with the top floor, full of women laying with their tops off in the jacuzzi
Living life like a movie
We ain't got a Pina Colada, so we spike a smoothie
Party hard, cops ain't knocking, they on duty
From the block to the burbs
From my spot to the curb
Got the drink, where's the herb?
All my bitches whats the word?
Take this fifth to the face
Party life, here's a taste
My professor's in the place, even that motherfucker say "hell yeah"
Yeah! We drunk as fuck and don't care so hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Throw them bottles in the air so hell yeah (Yeah)
We high as fuck and don't care like hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Throw them burners in the air so hell yeah (Yeah)
We drunk as fuck and don't care so hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Throw them bottles in the air so hell yeah (Yeah)
We high as fuck and don't care so hell Yeah (Hell yeah)
Cuz MGK up in here so Hell Yeah |
lucifer sam | Lucifer Sam, siam cat
Always sitting by your side
Always by your side
That cat’s something I can’t explain
Jennifer Gentle, you’re a witch
You’re the left side, he’s the right side
Oh, no!
That cat’s something I can’t explain
Lucifer, go to sea
Be a hip cat, be a ship’s cat
Somewhere, anywhere
That cat’s something I can’t explain
At night prowling, sifting sand
Hiding around on the ground
He’ll be found when you’re around
That cat’s something I can’t explain |
sneaky | Oh, oh, no
Trigga, Trigga
I know just what you want girl
I can see it in your mind when you hopped inside in this bed 'cause I came for your home girl
So we play it off, we never talk
We say it with our eyes
Girl, it ain’t your fault, no, we won’t get caught
We just give it a little time
We can slip away, she could never say
We, more then some fun times
Don’t feel bad ‘cause you want me baby, I want you too
I see you looking, tell me what it do
She ain’t my girl, I swear we cool
We might have fucked, but she ain’t my boo
I want you now, don’t be scared to get down
You want me don’t ya?
Girl, let’s do some freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Sneaky shit, sneaky shit, sneaky shit
Some sneaky shit, some sneaky
I feel like you need me inside you
Put your number in my phone while she ain’t looking, sitting next to me, while I’m touching on your pussy
Grab that shit, you can have that shit
Dope dick doctor, I’ma give you a prescription
It’s such a good night and I’m leaving in the morning
I can put you on a flight, that's if you really, really want it
She don’t have to know nothing
You know I'm ‘bout to have you cumming?
I want you now, don’t be scared to get down
You want me don’t ya?
Girl, let’s do some freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Sneaky shit, some sneaky, freaky, deaky shit
Now we've been partying hard, drinking a lot
She don’t even notice, I’m thinking of how
I wish she was you, I wish she was you
And we've been partying hard, hop out that car
She says she see me tomorrow and I text ya phone, like come on
I wish she was you, I wish she was you
I want you now, don’t be scared to get down
You want me don’t ya?
Girl, let’s do some freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Sneaky shit, some sneaky, freaky, deaky shit
They ain't even gotta know
We can do it on the low
And it feels so right that it gotta be wrong
Girl, I wanna make your body blow
Ain't my fault who your friends with
Girl, that ain't none of my business
Your body's on my wishlist
Baby, come and get it
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Girl, let’s do some sneaky, sneaky, freaky shit
Sneaky shit, some sneaky, freaky, deaky shit |
hair | "Time to die"
Hair down, smoking on a blunt
Smoking a fucking cigarette, to fuck up both of my lungs
Fuck you mean you hung yourself from the top bunk, bitch?
You ain't even high enough to touch a Glock, boy
Bitch, I put it to my skull
Bitch, believe I'ma drop, boy
Drop dead in the middle of the block, boy
Stuck between a hard place and a rock, boy
Rot in the box, breaking the locks
Time is money, I ain't even got a clock, boy
Watch them hoes flock, boy
Break my fucking heart, and now I'm bustin' out shots, boy
Put it to my head, and watch my head pop, boy
Don't quit your day job, who the fuck else gonna stock, boy?
You motherfucking box boy
Hair up, purple double cup
Bodies in the trunk
Never front, this ain't what you want
.30 in the pump
$uicide, take my own life
Every night I die, everynight I'm high
Another depressing-ass alibi
Reason for the drugs, reason for the subs
Give a fuck about the club
I'll walk up in that bitch, and shoot that motherfucker up
Fuck the DJ, fuck your clique
And fuck your songs, boy
I swear I hate you motherfuckers, leave me alone, boy
Fuck a scene, fuck a trend, fuck your clothes, too
Fuck you mean you with your team? And that's your hoe too?
Give a fuck about your dreams, or your whole crew
And if this is what it seems, I'm hollering, "fuck you!" |
never wanna know | All our dreams sleep tonight
They’ll be safe as we fight
In the journey of the best
And I know I’ve caused you a lot of blues
Now the last one’s playing for you
But I couldn’t go without letting you know this
I guess our love somehow
Was too crazy to work out
I’m crazy about you, but I can’t, it just can’t do
And we wait until the morning
Then our lives are moving on
With no words, you'll do fine
But I never wanna know the name
Of your new girlfriend
Never wanna hear about it
Keep her stains away
I never wanna know
Never wanna know
Never wanna know
Never wanna know
I dry my eyes on the highway
And think about why I couldn't stay
And why I should have, cause I love you
But the wind blows again
And the life moves on, my friend
With some words we wrote down
But I never wanna know the name
Of your new girlfriend
Never wanna hear about it
Keep her stains away
I never wanna know
Never wanna know
Never wanna know
Never wanna know
Hey, all of a sudden I was brain dead and rattled
With the thoughts of you and I, and I wanted to goodbye you
But the nights are so cold, how I need your human soul
I would never let you go, if I'd been a little older
No, no, no, I never wanna know, no, no
I never wanna hear about her
Keep her stains away
I never wanna know
Never wanna know
Never wanna know
Never wanna know
Never wanna know
But I never wanna know know the name
Of your new girlfriend
Never wanna hear about it
Keep her stains away |
you on the moon | Я спускаюсь с небес по утрам
И вижу только одну грязь
Ты меняешься вслед за вещами
Я застрял на этой планете
Никогда не мечтал о котлах
И не хотел себе их сук
Будто рядом со мной Кортни Лав
Я чужой на этой планете
Я чужой на этой планете
Я чужой на этой планете
Я чужой на этой планете
Я чужой на этой планете
Я совсем один здесь, я
Я совсем один здесь, я
Я совсем один здесь, я
Я совсем один здесь, я
Я совсем один здесь, я
Я совсем один здесь, я
Я совсем один здесь, я
Я совсем один здесь, я |
icy | Gucci Mane La Flare
Yeah, where yo ice at?
Where yo chain and yo ring at?
Where yo bling at?
I'm icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy
I'm so icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy
All these girls excited
Ooh, you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy
Got a house around my neck and my wrist on chill
Any given time, 250 in your grill (a quarter million?)
All I do is talk shit
You can even add a couple grand for my outfit
Yeah, you better act like you know man
In my hood they call me Jeezy the Snowman
You get it? Jeezy the Snowman
I'm iced out, plus I got snow, man
Let it marinate, y'all niggas slow man
(Man what the fuck y'all? Dumb ass)
I used to get nineteen for a beat
Call me Ginuwine, the same 'ol G
I'm the shit bitch, I need toilet paper
And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hater
These niggas don't like me
I'm with the Gucci Mane and I'm so icy
All these girls excited
Ooh, you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy
She digging my fitted, she think I'm the shit
Is this the chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist
Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet
But she look like the type that could take a dick
Young Gucci Mane
Don't kiss me baby, you can kiss my chain
You gotta be a dime piece
Just to look at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag
Or a old school Chevy with the antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady
Niggas copping ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cause a nigga ain't petty
I'm icy, so motherfucking snowed up
Little kids wanna be like Gucci when they grow up
Me, Jeezy and Boo
We ain't hatin pussy nigga 'gon and do what you do
'Cause we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy
All these girls excited
Ooh, you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy
Yeah, I'm hoppin' out the range wit the seats piped out
You can still see my chain even when the lights out
'Cause that's how mobsters do it
Spit a little game, give 'em that flossin' music
I'm the man from the C-H-I
These lames runnin' 'round thinkin they so fly
Got a little buzz but Boo been too high
I'm pullin' hoes in the club and I don't even try
I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick
I tell her holla at Jeezy if you wanna pop Cris
Get at Gucci Mane cause he on some hood shit
And you know I'm in the cut, grippin' my .45
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain't runnin'
We just takin all your chicks, buyin' drinks, gettin' blunted
Groupies, show you how to do this son
We throwin' out hundreds while you savin them ones, nigga
I got so many rocks, in my chain and watch
I know I'm the shit, my chain hang down to my dick
I know I'm the bomb, just look at my charm
I know I'm the shit, my chain hang down to my dick
All these girls excited
Ooh, you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy
I'm so icy, look at my charm
My, chain, hang, down, to my dick, hahahah |