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get geeked | Yup, ooh, haha
You know what? Water
Yup
Get geeked, get geeked, get geeked
Get geeked, get geeked, get geeked
I be sharper baby alligator teeth (Sharp, sharp), get geeked
Get geeked, get geeked, get geeked, get geeked
I get flyer than a bald eagle beak (Who?), get geeked (Who?)
Get geeked (Who?), get geeked , get geeked, get geeked (Yuh)
Got my diamonds from Wakanda, you can peep
Get geeked, get geeked, uh-huh
These niggas moving funny like they in stilettos (In stilettos)
Tell 'em leggo like I'm talkin' 'bout the Eggo ('Bout the Eggo)
My beak (My beak), for your beak (For your beak)
'Cause I can turn your B into who I see (Who I see)
It's striking (Striking), the lightning (The lightning)
'Cause I be icy like a cup of ICEE (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Exciting, I'm frightening (Ayy)
I'm on they ass like a fuckin' bike seat, okay
Big ass belt buckle like Captain K'nuckles
Let my nuts hang like I’m yo' favorite uncle
Royal like Rumble but no need to tussle
They threw you the backhand and what you did, fumble
Beat on that pussy then dust off my knuckles
No Fast 'N Furious car, I got muscle
They say they killers, like Chucky, I chuckle
I keep some guns and some bands in a duffle (Water)
Get geeked, get geeked, get geeked
Get geeked, get geeked, get geeked
I be sharper baby alligator teeth (Sharp, sharp), get geeked
Get geeked, get geeked, get geeked, get geeked
I get flyer than a bald eagle beak (Who?), get geeked (Who?)
Get geeked (Who?), get geeked , get geeked, get geeked (Yuh)
Got my diamonds from Wakanda, you can peep
Get geeked, get geeked, get geeked, get geeked
Get geeked, get geeked, get geeked, get geeked
Get geeked, get geeked, get geeked, get geeked
Get geeked, get geeked, get geeked, get geeked
I be sharper baby alligator teeth (Sharp, sharp), get geeked
Get geeked, get geeked
I be flyer than a bald eagle beak, get geeked
Get geeked, huh |
rockin that shit remix | (DJ Khaled) {Fabolous}
Girl, I'm in love with you baby (This the remix!!!) {'ey Dream}
And I want you to know {This for the girls rockin that shit right?}
That I'm hooked to your body (Def Jam All Stars!!) {Okay}
And I'm tryna be yours {Ice} (Radio Killa!!)
(DJ Khaled) {girl}
Now she the definition of fine
But I told her that her body looks better with mine, hey! (Radio Killa!!)
Now she the definition of fine
But I told her that her body looks better with mine {I know what you like baby}
I like the way she rock, her hips, then rocks, and dips
Told her we can take off like rock-et ships
Straight jacket jeans, you look crazy in 'em
The way you +Roc'in+ that, I thought they was Jay-Z denim
Lemme drop a jewel on ya, put a rock in air
Can I call you Nana cause you got that rockin chair
It goes back, and forth, then forth, and back
When I'm on, Patron, or off, the 'Nac
Can't get off, the fact, I'm off, my mack
Goldie probably wouldn't but I would trick, off for that
And I'm sick wit the money I could cough, a stack
I can sneeze, some Gs', so baby let's roll
She rockin that shit like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
She rockin that shit like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
There's nothing I can say, she rockin that shit like...
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
She rockin that shit like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
There's nothing I can say, rockin that shit like...
Rockin that shit like whoa (Whoa) Look how shorty roll (Roll)
She rockin that shit I'm like look at shorty go (Go)
She rockin to the beat (Beat) She rockin it for me (Me)
And all I can think about is rockin it to sleep (AYYYYYYY!!!!!!!)
Her face is like a model body shape is like a bottle
Girl I wanna hit that more than I wanna hit the lotto (Yep)
She revin me up I got my hand all on my throttle (Yep)
I wanna get on top of her, zoom on the Yamaha
Hittin corners switchin gears zoomin inside of her
And if it taste how it looks, I'm a try to swallow her
Call me Mr. shoe shine baby I'm a polish her
And I'll leave ya spit clean I don't use no polisher
Demolition man tell ya friends I demolish ya
Plus I'm that nigga baby I'm a make ya popular
So get another shot of that Ciroc in ya cause I'm 'gon be rockin ya
Treat ya like the first lady I'll put my Barack in ya
She rockin that shit like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
She rockin that shit like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
There's nothing I can say, she rockin that shit like...
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
She rockin that shit like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
There's nothing I can say, rockin that shit like...
Fresh as a black president - one
Air Force Ones in my Air Force 1 (Obama!)
Is it all a dream? (No) Sorry, my reality
See me rockin that shit is complimentin my salary
Complimentary ballots, total up the tally
Spinnin like it's ballet and I touch the budget barely (BAWSE!)
Seen that girl that holla - (AYE!) Told me that she from the (A!)
So you know I had to (AYE!) Classify my gains
She rockin that shit like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
She rockin that shit like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
There is nothing I can say, she rockin that shit like...
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
She rockin that shit like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
(The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...)
(*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH)
There is nothing I can say, rockin that shit like...
Now let me take you to a place far beyond in a whole 'nother galaxy
Travel in your mind explore your sexuality
Melt your imagination and mold it into reality
Your hearts my art gallery girl
Can you feel the pictures that I painted cause all of them are related
Like a mother to a son but none of them overrated
They know others due to one our destiny is to make it
Got to thank you just for sharin your world
It's so real and inspirational oh no reason for thinkin I am incapable
Of takin on the duty of makin you interchangeable
The thought is sensational it's perfect bliss
I'm ready to take the Milky Way to your Hershey's Kiss
You know my tongue's got batteries in it
The bedroom we lose calories in it, and start families in it
And don't worry cause the situation is under control
So let me dive in your heart and swim around in your soul
LUDA!!!!!!!!!!
Taaaaake me I'm yoooours, shawty
As we rock to the left ('EY!) Rock to the right ('EY!)
Lend me your body I'mma rock it all night
Don't leaaaaave us on this floooooor, shawty
The door's to the left and parked on the right
Tell my niggaa holla back, tell your girls goodnight
The way you rockin that up in this club
I swear you gon' make a nigga fall in love
The way you rockin that up in this club
I swear you gon' make a nigga fall in love, love |
nothing is stopping you | Nothing is stopping you
Stopping you
Stopping you
I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how
Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd
Parents always tried to keep me home
But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone 'til we on
What's up, Finally Famous
I had it on my jacket way back in high school
Know I wanted to be in them night clubs and not all off in that night school
So me and my niggas real life'd it, every week we did them cyphers
At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't heard shit like this
I woke up early on a Saturday
Said I'mma cash my check and hit some ass today
Hit the bank, my nigga called me like: "Go rap for Ye
He at the station, rap that shit that you rap everyday"
Man, that shit sounds stupid
Then I hung up on his ass, then called him back like "Fuck, let's do it"
I didn't even cash my check, man can't believe my ass pursued it
I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it
Like, "Let's do it"
When I heard the songs he was doing
Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.D Music
(BIG! SEAN!)
(BIG! SEAN!)
(BIG! SEAN!)
(BIG! SEAN!)
(BIG! SEAN!)
Just to think, last night I was in Venice hugging bitches
Thanking God Almighty, condoms were invented
Cause I had a yellow bone that could've come from out the Simpsons
Man. who claim she never did it (Yeah right)
But under these conditions, she was with it
Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished
I been gone for five hours, fuck, my head still spinning
Fucked the hotel up, shit she probably still in it
Getting rest that I be missing
But fuck it I'm on a mission
Flight delayed like 30 minutes, now that's the shit that I hate
Now it's eight thirty, I'm officially late, for that eight o'clock spot
I know the Program Director hot
But I spit a freestyle up in there so cold
That everybody in that bitch forgot, now I'm running late for sound check
And I heard the line's already to the lot, walking out the station
And that's around the time that I got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme
Manager said we ain't got time, but time to time
You gotta make time when it's time for karma to come back around
I say "Aye dawg, What you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot
Um, alright, it's that young renegade, man they been afraid
Tryna follow me get in a maze, Leave you minute maid
Um, I'm like a young black Eminem
It's a riddle and I'm repping that Michigan
Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them
And a bunch of synonyms about how he was living and I even let him finish it
I mean I can't lie he was alright, but at his age, shit so was I
So I give him my email on a fly
And if his song's good I'll reply
Trick Trick: Hello
Shorty: Ay nigga, Ay trick, where you at nigga
Trick Trick: Ay what up, whats good, whats up man?
Shorty: Ay bro, ay nigga I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg
Trick: What!
Shorty: Bro, haha, I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg, aye
Trick: Oh hell naw, what?
Shorty: Hey I ran into this nigga, but aye he cool as hell man
Trick: Awwww Dang! Tight!
Shorty: Bet, He short as hell though
Both: Hahahaha
Shorty: But that nigga was cool though man
Trick: Alright!
Shorty: Man just like how he spit a hundred bars, I spit like two hundred bars
Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about having faith
In something you can't see, tell me how much do you believe
What you know about feeling something, that you can't even touch
What you know bout smelling something, that you can't even breathe
But when the world drives you out, and your gas tank is on E
All the faith that you had, just ain't all the faith that you need
All the faith that I have, just ain't all the faith that I need
I'm sorry
I know you're not my child talking like that. Focus on shifting this negative energy, into something positive. And the easiest way to do that, is to be grateful for all the things that you do have, for your health, for your family, your friends, all the people that care about you. You've got food to eat, you've got a place to stay. Ugh you know, let's feel good, let's get happy, boi! haha |
1 of 1 | I came to get money, and now that I got it
They hate on a nigga, but they should just stop it
She throw me that pussy, but I never caught it
You asking why you won't, it got too much mileage
Ooh, you're looking at a 1 of 1
Ooh, I'll show you how this shit is done
Ooh, my chain look like it weigh a ton
Ooh, bitch, look at what I've become
I make a grip
Walk inside this shit, then take my pick
I take a shit
On all you fake niggas when I drop my shit
I run my shit, I own my shit, I'm on my shit
I'm on some shit, some owner shit, some Moët shit
I pay my rent, I pay my team
They make me rich, I make them rich, ain't that some shit
Now, watch this, look
More cash, more money, more fame
I'm the realest nigga in this fucking game
I came up, off the corner, all grind
Make these cracker niggas respect my mind
I run my shit, I own my shit, I'm on my shit
I'm on some shit, some owner shit, Range Rover shit
I came to slice bread off the loaf and shit
And get you niggas off that feet up on the sofa shit
Hustle
I came to get money, and now that I got it
They hate on a nigga, but they should just stop it
She throw me that pussy, but I never caught it
You asking why you won't, it got too much mileage
Ooh, you're looking at a 1 of 1
Ooh, I'll show you how this shit is done
Ooh, my chain look like it weigh a ton
Ooh, bitch, look at what I've become
I talk that shit that's 'cause I live it, nigga
And if I don't no more, that's 'cause I did it, nigga
You get smart, you get richer, nigga
You start hating and I'll chip you, nigga
To be specific, it's a, Westside, neighborhood
Crenshaw District, Slauson Ave Crippin', anybody killa
Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a nigga
Yeah, they quote my raps like scriptures
Say I shop like hipsters
I drive cars like a rich nigga
And probably pull up with your, ho
Oh, 6-2-O's, fa sho, get dough
Pulling up at my show
Been about a bankroll, make these mills and lay low
Bust a whip and change clothes
Money, power, and hoes
I came to get money, and now that I got it
They hate on a nigga, but they should just stop it
She throw me that pussy, but I never caught it
You asking why you won't, it got too much mileage
Ooh, you're looking at a 1 of 1
Ooh, I'll show you how this shit is done
Ooh, my chain look like it weigh a ton
Ooh, bitch, look at what I've become
100 pints, that's 100 grand (That's 100 racks)
Bring your money if you want it then (If you want it, nigga)
I'm the man, don't you understand? (Come get it)
My pack loud like like a fucking band
Big choppers like the Taliban
All these racks, I'm breaking rubber bands (Count it up)
I love my haters, they my biggest fans (I love you niggas)
I'm on the field and they just in the stands
I let 'em watch me while I make these plays
Six touchdowns in they face
That's something to hate on
On the block, yeah, get this money on
OG rolled in my Swisher (Roll up)
Actavis, pour it in my Sprite (Pour up)
That little bitch know she bad
She got ass and I wanna fuck, but
I came to get money, and now that I got it
They hate on a nigga, but they should just stop it
She throw me that pussy, but I never caught it
You asking why you won't, it got too much mileage
Ooh, you're looking at a 1 of 1
Ooh, I'll show you how this shit is done
Ooh, my chain look like it weigh a ton
Ooh, bitch, look at what I've become |
lifetime | Oh I know
Someone else has been here before
And I'm sure you gave them everything
And kisses turned to fucking and that fucking turned to loving
One rumour and two questions had that love turn into nothing
It's so usual, you're so predictable
When you rush when you first meet you end up falling on your knees
And begging, please
Forgive me
I love you, tell me you love me
And she said please, just listen to me
It's not me it's you
You've become somebody new
And we die
But you and I we are still alive
Don't tell me it'll be alright
Got me feeling like I'm being so cold
And we both know that this is how we die
And together you know we just can't survive
Don't tell me it'll be alright
We both know that this is our demise
The end of a lifetime
You see life ain't the same without me, is it?
You heard I'm in the city, you want me to pay a visit
The problem is, I don't owe you nothing, do I?
I'd be lying to you if I said that I don't miss it
But this is for the best that the storm before the calm arrives
Fighting till the struggle till I hit the fucking override
Huh, no
I'm just done looking for home, you know
Something wrong with wanting more? Who knows
I guess I'll have to find out
She wants all or nothing
If we're not fighting then we're --
Met her at a show, took a couple shots
Hotel, fifteen floors to the top
I don't know her name, knew I shoulda told you
I ain't playing games with you, this one made you wait on me --
I'm just falling
And I can't feel my feet so
I wake up in a new life or
Keep going down, down, down
Just tell me what I'm fighting for
And she said listen to me
There's somebody new, but before I lose you
In our lifetime you will find out everything you're looking for
And the silence when our words are lost
It says everything we can't ignore
In our lifetime you will find out everything you're looking for
And the silence when our words are lost
It says everything we can't ignore
And we die
But you and I we are still alive
Don't tell me it'll be alright
Got me feeling like I'm being so cold
And we both know that this is how we die
And together you know we just can't survive
Don't tell me it'll be alright
We both know that this is our demise
The end of a lifetime |
parents still dont understand interlude | DAVE: Oh, man
JEAN: Got so much to do. Huh, honey?
DAVE: Yes, definitely. I just I feel like I...
STEWART: Well, look, again, if you need mom to come out there for a week...
DAVE: I don't think it's a case of needing, like, mothering
STEWART: No, no, not mothering. Organizing. Or doing, doing tasks
JEAN: Tasks, right
DAVE: It's not that, I mean...
STEWART: Getting your plane tickets...
DAVE: That's like, that's not...
STEWART: Making sure that your clothes are, are, things that, no, just organization. Not mothering
DAVE: I don't, I don't have to worry about that. Like, people handle that stuff
STEWART: Okay
STEWART: So how are you gonna get strippers in Boston and New York and Philadelphia...
JEAN: The question is whether the clubs will allow it
DAVE: Uh, I probably only would get strippers for Philadelphia
JEAN: Well, you're breaking up again
DAVE: I said, I probably would only get strippers for Philadelphia
STEWART: But, but, a practical question in organization is, do they allow it?
DAVE: Yeah...
STEWART: Someone could research that for you. That's another detail
DAVE: Yeah, why don't you take care of that detail for me? Figure out what venues allow strippers. Is that something you guys could handle or no?
JEAN: No. 'Cause I don't know what venues... You would have to ask William Morris or whoever's, you know, booking this stuff to find out for you. We can't find that out
DAVE: Well, if like I give you, if I give you the venue name and number, you guys could call
JEAN: (Talking to Stewart) You could do that
STEWART: I, yeah, I'll call...
DAVE: I'm kidding, I'm not gonna have you guys call a concert venue and have you guys ask if you could, if your son could have strippers at his show, that's ridiculous. I don't need you guys to do that
JEAN: Right
DAVE: Of course. I can't believe you guys fell for that
STEWART: Well, what do you want us to do?
DAVE: Nothing! Nothing, I'm joking around. I can't believe you're even entertaining this as like a thing that you would do |
2012 it aint the end | Ohh
Jay Sean (Jay Sean, Jay Sean)
2-0-1-2 (Nicki Minaj, Nicki Minaj), oh-yeah
It's alright, oh, it's alright
You know what they say
Life ain't always easy and every day
We're survivors
So forget the day
It's all about tonight; act a fool and start a riot, a-riot, be a rebel
Bottles poppin' til we can't stand
We keep it rockin' til 6AM
New York to London over to Japan
Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up
We gonna party like
Party like, like it's the end of the world
We gonna party like, like it's 2012
You know that it doesn't matter as long as we got each other
Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up
It ain't the end of the world (Oh)
Gonna live like it's the end of the world
Gonna party like (Oh)
Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up
It ain't the end of the world
Yo, smiles, metaphors, and we pop pills
Sick flow, inundated with the doc bills
Work hard, now we know how the top feels
In the middle of the street doing cartwheels
Lot of them try to do it, but it's not real
Wasn't a rapper then I could've got a pop deal
White curls in a hot pink Hot Wheels
Lot of bottles and a lot of fruity cocktails
Uh, days of our lives
You wink, it goes by
So we'll just get it with no edits
Anything goes, so no time for closed minds
And free my Lil' Weezy
And let's just get right
Young money, cash money in the building
Let's go, the world ends tonight
Have a drink with me
And let's make tonight go down in history
In history, yeah
Lets make believe
It's the last 24 hours and this whole world is ours
Eternally, eternally
Hey, bottles poppin' til we can't stand (Can't stand)
We keep it rockin' til 6AM (6AM)
New York to London over to Japan
Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up
We gonna party like
Party like, like it's the end of the world (Like it's the end of the world)
We gonna party like, like it's 2012 (like it's 2012)
You know that it doesn't matter as long as we got each other
Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up
I know, it ain't the end of the world (Oh)
We gotta live like it's the end of the world
We gotta party like (Oh)
So just, turn it up, turn it up, mash it up
It ain't the end of the world
No, no, I'm not gonna follow
Anything that they say anymore
(Party like, like it's the end of the world)
It's never too late to start livin'
(Party like, like it's the end of the world)
So let's start it with here and right now
Party like, like it's the end of the world
We gonna party like, like it's 2012
You know that it doesn't matter as long as we got each other
Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up
It ain't the end of the world (Oh)
We gonna live like it's the end of the world
We gotta party like (Oh)
Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up
It ain't the end of the world
The world
Because the world keeps spinnin'
The world keeps spinnin' around |
stacks up | I got the mag, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to add
And it just keep on stackin' up
I got them mad, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin' up
They keep on actin' up, I just be crackin' up
They keep on reachin' and I just be stackin' up
I be too high for they down talkin'
When I do say that's the round talkin'
I do my numbers and let them keep count
I got keys in my mattress, so fuck your sheep count
Listen, have you ever, ever seen a focus switch
Like you went to sleep broke but you woke up rich
Like you pulled up in foreign to some local shit
And made them niggas go crazy on some Joker shit
I said shout my Harley Quinns, lookin' like Kylie Jenns
We gon' hit the club and light it up, halogens
I got the mag, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin' up
I got the mag, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to add
And it just keep on stackin' up
Stack it up like Legos
Spend it all like play doughs
I ain't on the top but I'm on my way though
So all this girls ain't doin' what I say so
I was chasin' the bag
I'm on my way to some cash
So if it ain't bout no money, my niggas they don't even ask
Yeah, you know I'm on my way
Poppin' addies so I stay up
Like a marry jeans
Breeze be supreme
Gucci be so clean
I'm a Louis fiend
Big body, yeah
Chopped out, yeah
Haters they gon' stare
You know I don't care
I got the mag, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to add
And it just keep on stackin' up
I got the mag, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to add
And it just keep on stackin' up |
worth it | We got London on the track
Got my bae with me, you know what I'm sayin'?
If she don’t get what she want she whine
I reminisce when I get high (I'm so happy)
Looked up baby and say goodbye
I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes
Tell you that
I know she livin' for a nigga, dyin' for a nigga
I whip that pussy with no ballers jumpin' out, lil' nigga
That pussy look just like a cut, a soakin' cut, lil' nigga
Yeah, I'm a freak, you know I'm pullin' up to lush, lil' nigga
I'd never snooze to lose, I would never snooze to lose on you
Yeah, I'ma give you a couple bands, want some more boobs on you
Hey, I'ma sit back and pay attention like school on you
Yeah, I'ma shoot inside that pussy like a wholly on you
Goddamn, I'm sorry b, I know you'd accepted my apology
I know that ass fat, apple bottom please
I need a deep throat baby, swallow me
I love it when you're around baby, follow me
I only eat green like koala leaf
We shoot with big guns like a Call of D
She never say no, she ain't stallin' me
I keep my heart locked up in a safe, hey
Can't shoot with a pistol, need a K
No, you can't see it, it is tragic by your face
But when it need air, let it out in a safe lil' place
I can see it on her face that she gettin' wet
When she don’t get what she want she whine
I reminisce when I get high
Looked up baby and say goodbye
I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes
Tell you that, I know she worth
No these ain't no drugs, I know she worth
Yeah, my mama say that she ain’t perfect
But if this is how I'm feelin', it's gonna work
Yeah, roll me some kush I don't want no purp (hey)
Damn, I broke her heart, now my heart hurt
I don't know why but I done cut down on that syrup
At least I got that lil' bitch ballin', she don't gotta work
Oh-no-no, she ain't had no job, but she having purses
Yeah-yeah-yeah, she know I'm the truth, places I'm in first
No-no-no, I don't want you bitches, y'all basic and thirsty
Yeah-yeah, she taught me well, it took some time, but it was worth it
She get on top and she ride it, Kentucky derby
You should see I count that money like a nerdy
I'ma ball some with my dawgs but they ain't Courage
Her whole body same color, I call it perfect
Since she don't get what she want she whine
I reminisce when I get high (yeah)
Looked up baby and say goodbye (Bobby Bruh)
I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes
Tell you that, I know she worth
No these ain't no drugs, I know she worth
Yeah, my mama say that she ain’t perfect
But if this is how I'm feelin', it's gonna work
Yeah, roll me some kush I don't want no purp |
more rhymin | More rhymin', pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing
Raw lining, Paul Simon touring, I'm in
Boring typing, snoring pipe when hyper than four hype men
Excited writing, trifling times ten
Long stay, songs play, gone haywire, wrong way
On the interstate, integrate all day
It's just a small phase, that's what them all say
Then fall prey in a mini-mall hallway
Meant to be sold, not told to friendly enemies
Remember these intentionally, empathy please
Silent moment, violent prone atonement
Miles a minute on a microphone, own rent, loan spent
No debt, has bet, fast get, cash jet
Master McSmash, Asterix stashed it last
Not least, pass the pot of hot grease
Geese shot, not easily spotted plot, cease snot release
Hold your insulting tongue and mark his words well
Or end up to the curb and shocked by third rail
Get the message by bird mail or turds flail
Villain man, best nerd male you heard wail
An absurd tale of books, nooks and crannies
Before she look, he have his fancy hooks in them granny panties
Or plan B, when in Rome go back home
And get real dome from a well-known crack gnome
He talk to himself when he need someone to hate on
The black-McCain campaign, negative debate-a-thon
Gone wrong on the song, who's zooming who?
Knew it was you DOOM all along
Ever since he first started the art, it's been worth it
Soon to charter a stint on part of the Chitlin' Circuit
Word kid, get your ticket from the telepath
"Wicked, wicked, wicked" on electroencephalograph
Villain, nice to meet you
{*snore*} You born like this? |
rain on me intro | (Just rain on me, full as a dam at...)
I'm sorry I didn't answer (whoo)
I didn't answer 'cause I was busy, what else
That's why I didn't answer
How about I just call you next time?
Why is it that when I don't answer
You think I'm with somebody else or something?
I don't know
Can't get through, I can't get through
Got me chasing you, I'm chasing you
Got something I want to say to you
I'm done playing games with you
I'm afraid I already lost you
In my car and I'm on my way to you
Is that okay with you?
I wanna grow grey with you
Have a little baby with you
And just cater to you
Just rain on me, I'll rain on you
I'll tell you the lies now, yeah
It's okay to cry now, yeah
Nothing to hide now, yeah
Love on the line now, yeah
Let me make it right now, yeah
Dry your eyes now, yeah, yeah yeah
And I'm hoping we survive now, yeah
I got faith, girl, we'll be fine now, yeah
True, true, true
Oh yeah, yeah
What I tell you at
It ain't that easy, baby
It ain't as easy as you make it seem oh no
Hey, baby
It's okay to cry, just rain on me, yeah
It's okay to cry, just rain on me, yeah |
no lie | No lie... (Lie...)
No lie... (Lie...)
Blame it on the hard day I guess
But I been thinking 'bout the day y'all met
Women's intuition that the bitch ain't shit
I ain't even question bout where y'all went
Since that time is whatever
Now we got a kid and only reason we together
Don't be in my phone and asking questions 'bout whoever
Don't be trippin', I ain't trippin', ain't nobody jealous
And I told your ass
You know I would tell you if I'm fuckin' with somebody on the side
No lie, no lie (No lie, no lie)
No lie, no lie (No lie)
If we had our issues and I'm feeling like I need to confide
No lie (No lie)
No lie (No lie)
No lie I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya
I don't gotta pretend, you know damn well
You and I been together since whenever
Love and hate is both the same, it's four letters
You was lying and I found out y'all was more than just friends and though
You coulda told me but you kept it low
I thought a mans word meant something but mine meant more 'cause
You know I would tell you if I'm fuckin' with somebody on the side
No lie, no lie (No lie, no lie)
No lie, no lie (No lie)
If we had our issues and I'm feeling like I need to confide
No lie (No lie)
No lie (No lie)
I don't gotta lie
I am not a guy
I don't gotta keep it on the down low
I could hurt your pride
I could hit you right where it hurt and kick you when you're down low
See you dudes be saying all these things
Got a bitch in line while she waiting for a ring
Claim a man is just a man unless she tryna maintain
But you get up in your feelings when she do the same thing
Oh you had a slip up, it ain't mean shit
Hit you with the you ain't loyal if you leave shit
Men be dogs and pressing women to be decent
And have her workin', cookin', cleanin', and you be creepin'
And have a side bitch cause she always on her knees and she can keep a secret, don't trip when you leave and, maybe cause you not the only one the bitch sleep with, and the ho don't got a house and kids to be feedin'
You know I would tell you if I was fuckin' with somebody on the side
No lie, no lie (No lie, no lie)
No lie, no lie (No lie)
If we having our issues and I'm feeling like I need to confide
No lie (No lie)
No lie (No lie) |
voices in my head | Uh, feel my heart beating
Uh, feel my heart beating
Uh, feel my heart beating
Ah, Daddy has flown to paradise
He was on dialysis
Life was harder than calluses
Needed a drug, so I'm smoking on cannabis
Loving them bitches you tempered with
Probably the same bitches you and your man done hit
Bari told me that she was a ho
That pussy, I couldn't abandon it
I was on drugs, we high
On the Summer Jam stage
Eating off a cloud, high off the haze
Feel like I was floating for about a hundred days
Now I'm texting a couple bitches hoping I'm getting laid
Couple of bird bitches, a pelican
Ain't fucking text back, oh, now I'm feeling played, oh damn
Yams said "Ferg, you don't look good"
Cause I'm high, I'm so high
Time has flown by
My eyes, they don't lie
Where the fuck is Lou? I'm trying to be polite
I think he laced me, I'mma chuck him like bowtie
Oh, he shall die
Or Percy probably gave me a coke high
Coke in a blunt, nigga, what a surprise
All these voices in my head
Voices in my head, head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
All these voices in my head, head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
All these voices in my head, head
Oh, lots of thoughts running through my brains
Don't want to be caught like Kurt Cobain
My mind's a Porsche, switching lanes
All of a sudden I'm feeling all of this guilt and pain
Kids is dying from drugs they buying
Popping a molly, get feeling like Iron Man
Shit is like lighting a fire inside of them
Fuck is you thinking kids trying to get higher than?
Higher than Mars, killing ourselves cause we live in a fucked up environment
Dreams of becoming doctors and firemen
Shouldn't give in to these early retirements
All these voices in my head
Voices in my head, head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
All these voices in my head, head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
All these voices in my head, head |
im on | I see a opp I take his life for him
We rob and kill that's that shit that Im on
Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
Im on that's that shit that shit that Im on, can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
Im on that's that shit that Im on
I see an opp Ima take his life for him
Rob a nigga quick that's what im on
Pounds of that lawn know is ice on
Make-a-face time him like an iPhone
My nigga took 15 wait till law wrong, roll the belt backwards throw the L's up
Avoid the drama, I neva tell none
I be on the block, where they'll drill sum
My Lil niggas ready to kill sum
Don't let this rap shit come up and fool ya
I got my tools up and im a hitta (x2)
You run up on me and your are finished (L's)
I see a opp I take his life for him
We rob and kill that's that shit that Im on
Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
Im on that's that shit that shit that Im on, can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
Im on that's that shit that Im on
I see an opp Ima take his life for him
Niggas get confused with this rap bath
Bitch im in the streets im in traffic
Nigga run up on me then it's tragic
That drama leaves his ass in a casket
Gucci belt and Gucci bandana
That hamma got a banana
That choppa chop him down French Montana
My Robbas posted like bandanas
O.T.F that's what im on
300 shit that's what im on
Niggas claimin numbas bitch you been on, niggas tryna make it bitch we been on
I see a opp I take his life for him
We rob and kill that's that shit that Im on
Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
Im on that's that shit that shit that Im on, can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
Im on that's that shit that Im on
I see an opp Ima take his life for him |
valerie | There comes a time in a man's life
Where he must take responsibility
For the choices he has made
And there are certain things that he must do
Things that he must say
Like I love you
And I need you
I only want you
And nobody's going to know if it's true
I never thought I'd feel this kind of hesitation (to put)
My hand on another girl
I wish I didn't have to lie
I wish I could let you know
Cause I love you
And I need you
I only want you
And nobody's going to know if it's true
Valerie (oh, Valerie)
I know you can see through me
(I know you can see through my lies)
Valerie (oh, Valerie)
You just choose to never know
(No, you just don’t know what I do, what I do, oh, Valerie)
Valerie
Why pretend to trust in me?
(I don't know why you try to trust in me baby, but I think I know)
Valerie (I know, Valerie)
You'd rather this than be alone
Cause I love you
And I need you
I only want you
And nobody's going to know if it's true
Cause I love you
And I need you
I only want you
And nobody's going to know if it's true
And I love you
(Cause I love you baby)
And I need you
(When I need, need)
I only want you
And nobody gonna know... |
goodafternoongoodeveningandgoodnight | Say that you counting and cooking up
Bitch you just fraudulent, fucking up
Talkin about checks like you run em up
But you not the one, you the runner up
Say that you counting and cooking up
Bitch you just fraudulent, fucking up
Talkin about checks like you run em up
But you not the one, you the runner up
Quit with the talking, I will close the thread and end the discussion
Loaded up no buffering, I can play offline, I don't need connections
Go count your blessings, you don't get somewhere just because you wanna get there
Dreams don't get granted
Prayers don't get answered
It ain't no question if I got wraps, you know I'mma roll em
Always too cashed to ever get mad, come on, get to know me
It ain't no question if I got wraps, you know I'mma roll em
Always too cashed to ever get mad, come on, get to know me |
bitch | We got something for the bitches
These bitches always be all, giggling and shit
But they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club
Catch an attitude and shit
So we got one for them, it goes like this
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear it, here it goes
A little something you probably won't hear on your radios
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, bitch
Ju jah jah jah dah du ju jah, you just made me mess up, bitch
Blibiri babiler blabber, it don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying anyway
I'm just traveling in one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat b-b-beat
I could be saying anything, just get your ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore
Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass, bitch
Yeah that's it, bitch
Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch
What you going to do about it, bitch?
Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass bitch
You little trash, bitch
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch
Not trailer trash, switch
Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch
Tell me that it ain't no hanging and fuck calling home
Until you look at me, before you answer the phone
When I flee, your ass can get naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak, but I'm taking the key with me
You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask
Disrespect my wishes bitch I'll beat your ass
Watch me coming home full, eating half of your doggy bag
And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva already switched
Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless you're hoeing
When I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you going
Ho ain't the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp
Oh, how you doing, Sheryl
Ever since I was eight I been starting to hate
I said fuck the hoes and started eating cheesecake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hold on wait... Bizzy!
Okay back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches, a fucking half Indian chick, sucked my dick
This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they ain't Now and Laters, bitch
Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass, bitch
Yeah that's it, bitch
Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch
What you going to do about it, bitch?
Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass bitch
You little trash, bitch
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch
Not trailer trash, switch
Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch
Hey baby, what's up with you?
Hey..
Ayo, your man here with you?
Nope
Nah, you single, I can tell
You came with them hoes, didn't you?
Huh?
No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor
Hahahaha
Ayo, let's get this party cracking these bitches ain't got nigga's
Damn, now you know he didn't mean that...
Come on, you seen that...
She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex
What did he say?
Nothing! He said you seem stressed
Naw, you gots big breasts
Huh?
And you wearing your nice dress
Cause I was finna say..-
Oh, you wasn't finna say shit!
Excuse me?!
He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift
Oh...
Dumb hoe!
Nigga?
Noo... Gumbo! He wanna cook it for you tonight
Bitch, what up though
Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change
Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range
Shh, shit, shut up nigga, no, shut up
Man, fuck both y'all niggas
See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick
Oh, somebody is jacking off tonight
Oh you a bitch but don't choke
I say the same to my Momma
I got Christina, Britney with me
Shit, we banging Madonna
Watch her strip you on that ten bitch ain't got change for a dollar
Blow your tongue and give this one the mouth you came with a condom
Quick cum is the motto, so just swallow and breathe
Swallow and breathe, now swallow these seeds
I know you mocha lotti Mommies won't get down on your knees
You want some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly fuck her belly you ain't gotta go weak
Plus you wanna be a model you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp bitch don't be shy, show me them big tits
Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
For instance, busting nuts is only my interest
So princess, don't get your feelings hurt cause men just
Party and bullshit till she gargle and swallow the dick
I'm taking the train to spain, don't bother calling me, bitch
Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass, bitch
Yeah that's it, bitch
Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch
What you going to do about it, bitch?
Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass bitch
You little trash, bitch
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch
Not trailer trash, switch
Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch
Hahah!
Yeah you heard me bitch, did I stu-stu-stutter stupid?
You ain't listein to the words of this song anyway
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass, bitch!
Dancing, trying to get a nigga money in the club, haha, with your stupid manipular self
We was talking bout you DODO
You, you dumb bitch! YOU! Haha
The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it
Spend all your money you make all week on that dress
And I spill a drink on it, acting like I'm drunk when I'm not
I'm just tryna fuck! Haha!
I'm just tryna fuck, bitch!
Hahah!
Wooo! D-Twizzy, yeah!
Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! |
no life | Une semaine en cours, les yeux bloqués sur la pendule
Un samedi soir, 5h du mat', du whisky-Coca sans bulles
Un Posca dans l'bus, pour marquer ton territoire
La même histoire depuis trois ans avec la même meuf que tu kiffes sans plus
Un taf qui pue la lassitude et la friture
Un fils de pute de patron qui mérite qu'on lui crache à la figure
Perdu entre les bonnes meufs intouchables, les beaux gosses populaires
Les p'tits bourges prétentieux, les gamines rebelles trop vulgaires
Plus d'air, entre les parents, les profs, c'est difficile
Envie d'mettre le feu après un conseil de discipline
Un village paumé qui pue l'cafard
Tu passes tes soirées à boire ou à fumer, au parc ou au lavoir
C'est pour les poissards, les chats noirs, les brassards numéro 13
Ceux qui portent la malchance sur les plâtres ou sur les prothèses
C'est pour les anorexiques et les obèses
Ceux qui dorment tout l'temps comme des narcoleptiques, ceux qu'ont pas d'objectifs
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'en branle du futur quand on comprend pas l'présent ?
C'est pour les gens différents, les feignants, les déviants
C'est d'plus en plus dur, c'est d'plus en plus stressant
Pour les névrotiques, les alcooliques, les boulimiques
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'en branle du futur quand on comprend pas l'présent ?
C'est pour les gens différents, les déviants, les feignants
On sait même pas c'qu'on cherche vraiment
Ceux dont les neurones s'court-circuitent, quand "self-défense" rime avec "courir vite"
Impossible de dire "je-je-je-je t'aime" sans bégayer
Tu t'rendors cinq minutes après l'heure où tu t'es réveillé
Tu vis dans les dessins animés, les BD
Ton équipe, c'est toi et les figurines de tes persos préférés
En stress, quand ta meuf est déréglée
Tu repenses à toutes les fois où t'aurais pu cracher sans faire exprès
Entre CDD, LSD, MSN, LRG, MST
La vie suit son cours, de la NES à la PSP
Une planche de skate, une paire de rollers
Une génération pleine de chômeurs en quête de bonheur
T'attends l'déclic qui t'rendra riche et célèbre
Jusqu'à c'que la réalité vienne briser tes rêves
Un flash, un paquet d'clopes, un paquet d'feuilles, un paquet d'Haribo
En attendant d'passer du Rapido au Casino
Vidéo hardcore face à la mort, film de boules avec des animaux
C'est pour les schyzos, les no-life, les gizmos
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'en branle du futur quand on comprend pas l'présent ?
C'est pour les gens différents, les feignants, les déviants
C'est d'plus en plus dur, c'est d'plus en plus stressant
Pour les névrotiques, les alcooliques, les boulimiques
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'en branle du futur quand on comprend pas l'présent ?
C'est pour les gens différents, les déviants, les feignants
On sait même pas c'qu'on cherche vraiment
Ceux dont les neurones s'court-circuitent, quand "self-défense" rime avec "courir vite"
Un préservatif, impossible de bander
Un mois d'attente avant d'se faire dépister : les nerfs à vif
Besoin d'musique pour s'évader, besoin d'vrais artistes
Besoin d'adrénaline, virées nocturnes, toutes les tains-p' font les mêmes tarifs
Tu vis pas dans la même matrice, ta place est dans un canapé
Du mal à draguer, la face ravagée par l'acné
Plus de temps sur la touche que sur le parquet
L'impression d'être invisible, prêt à tout pour te faire remarquer
Des plans d'vengeance, des gens sur ta liste noire
Tes hobbies c'est sortir et traîner dans ta ville le soir
Une bande de perdants qui rêvent d'aventure comme les Goonies
D'un idéal féminin moitié pute, moitié soumise
C'est pour les filles intelligentes, et celles qui croient que j'plaisante
C'est pour les ados d'soixante et les femmes de treize ans
J'représente ceux qui refusent de grandir, ceux qui rêvent de s'enfuir
Et surtout ceux qui voient où j'veux en venir
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'en branle du futur quand on comprend pas l'présent ?
C'est pour les gens différents, les feignants, les déviants
C'est d'plus en plus dur, c'est d'plus en plus stressant
Pour les névrotiques, les alcooliques, les boulimiques
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'en branle du futur quand on comprend pas l'présent ?
C'est pour les gens différents, les déviants, les feignants
On sait même pas c'qu'on cherche vraiment
Ceux dont les neurones s'court-circuitent, quand "self-défense" rime avec "courir vite" |
rain | Hit this Indonesia, tell me how you feel, we got hella chill
Alcohol never was the thrill, hella ginger ale (hella ginger ale, my nigga)
I'm too on point, no need to point 'em out or pin the tail
The vegetari breath easy, no Benadryl
Like huh? What? Where did this nigga come from?
He speak his spoke with so many layers, he must be onion
I am peeling back all these roots
The feeling is that you're less appealing once you get to peeling back all these truths
That's a lot, still in the back of black coupes
They peeling caps in the streets
But shorty just poppin' wheelies, not bulletproof
Hit this helium, I'm straight past your ceiling like fuck the roof
And I'm healin' 'em, straight penicillin out the syringe
Sealin' the joint with lemon kush
And jasmine blends the bride and groom
Seal territory in these waters, fuck a Heidi Klum
Fuck a tidy room, it's dirty in these streets
Out my window, I can see it, nigga, searching for defeat
Out my window, I can see my people's pain
Never tears, though, they blend in with the rain
Shit is gettin' old, niggas grindin' for the gold
Ain't really no goal, he just shinin' for the hoes
And she got her ass out, she just tryna get chose
All I ever brought was ginger ale for when it throws
Look at my city and tell me that shit look pretty
The south side is like a blemish, like country breakfast, it's gritty
People movin' with purpose, the petty only get pity
Peep the proof of the purchase, I'm barely pushin' them pennies
I've been doin' it for free, my nigga, shouts your Link card
I'm just out here tryna free my niggas
Cause the shit is gettin' old and they comin' for your gold
Thick socks for your sole, I would never wish you pain
Shoulders gettin' cold like the winter when it snows
So I'm here for your tears, I forever wish you rain
Out my window, I can see my people's pain
Never tears, though, they blend in with the rain
Shit is gettin' old, niggas grindin' for the gold
Ain't really no goal, he just shinin' for the hoes
And she got her ass out, she just tryna get chose
All I ever brought was ginger ale for when it throws |
this life | Didn't notice, but as of late, I think I changed
Not the same since my younger days, so far I came
Feel my pain till I can't complain, cause I'ma slide for a minute
Till I rise in the business, make a billion, show my niggas what up
In this life, middle fingers up I don't fuck with a 9 to 5
I keep it true to me, why the fuck would I live a lie?
I'm living in this world, would you care if I live or die?
Are you down, then would you ride for me?
Because this life is so fucked up they telling lies to me
You are my main and as my main you'd better not lie to me
And I would tell you like Geminis there might be sides to me
She not my main bitch, I'ma tell you she's a side to me
Like, she assigned to me, but you are designed for me
And if I say I got your back then hold my spine for me
And if I couldn't shed a tear, girl, would you cry for me?
And if we was a couple doves, girl would you fly with me?
I'm overseas, what I oversee, ocean sea, see reflections of the way we supposed to be
Unluckily, we not at peace
That's the end of my clover leaf
Wouldn't care if you know it's me
Keep away until you notice me
Didn't notice, but as of late, I think I changed
Not the same since my younger days, so far I came
Feel my pain till I can't complain, cause I'ma slide for a minute
Till I rise in the business, make a billion, show my niggas what up
In this life, middle fingers up I don't fuck with a 9 to 5
I keep it true to me, why the fuck would I live a lie?
I'm living in this world, would you care if I live or die?
Are you down, then would you ride for me?
Because this life is so fucked up they telling lies to me
You are my main and as my main you'd better not lie to me
And I would tell you like Geminis there might be sides to me
She not my main bitch, I'ma tell you she's a side to me
She told me that I wasn't losing her, that she losing me
L-O-V, -E, we outta gas, I'll see you in a week
Thinking that, you won't fornicate with niggas that you meet
But silly me, now we are the same, Cupid admit defeat
Girl, are you out of your mind? I would think you were mine
You were a part of me, pardon me, parts of me died
Idolized you when I didn’t unite
You won't tell for the moment, but time will tell, but as of now
You didn't notice, but as of late, I think I changed
Not the same since my younger days, so far I came
Feel my pain till I can't complain, cause I'ma slide for a minute
Till I rise in the business, make a billion, show my niggas what up
In this life, middle fingers up I don't fuck with a 9 to 5
I keep it true to me, why the fuck would I live a lie
I'm living in this world, would you care if I live or die
You down, then would you ride for me?
Because this life is so fucked up they telling lies to me
You are my main and as my main you'd better not lie to me
And I would tell you like Geminis there might be sides to me
She not my main bitch, I'ma tell you she's a side to me
Me-e-ayee
She is a side to me
She is a side to me
But you are designed for me-
You're designed for me
But you are designed for me-
You're designed for me |
home run | Ai , im baaaack
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it
Then I hop up in the shower, had my bitch already in it
While she wipe me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I’m already fly and I ain’t even put my clothes on yet
Cuz
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly)
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly)
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
Now I got money on money, and bitches on bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I’m thinking all day
Keep a bad bitch to fuck me when I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and my bitches get bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
Take over the game and let my homeboys have it
Uh, aight
Ok I’m up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means, time to bring that money home
Brown paper bags still talk that money
And my money make money I don’t touch that money
I got money mad at me yeah upset money
I got money over money thats bunk bed money
Crib so spacious, whip so matrix
Keep chicks with me, and they hips bodacious
Nigga like me move quick, no patience
Rockstar life, everyday clique wasted
Everyday’s a long day, I get money the long way
Go to sleep then wake up with it, bed full of naked bitches
They know I got that juice and they just want a taste, a sippin’
I be battin’, they be pitchin’, Barry Bonds the way I hit it
Listen, they get fly (they get fly), I am fly (am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
Uhhh
I’m international like my fucking visa
Swag on Easter, that wrist on freezer
That bitch on diva, waist on heater
Lungs on reefer, pockets on pizza
And when it come to gettin dough I’ma roll like Pita (yup)
Coke on the scale, Libra
Hail Mary niggas, no Mother Teresa
Aight, I’m forever on my grind (grind)
Cuz you can freeze the watch but you can never freeze the time (no)
You pop shit, I show shit
You got shit, I own shit
That fly shit, I’m on it
I’m hot shit, you novice
Man, ok I’m up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means, it’s time to bring that money home
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it
Then I hop up in the shower, had my bitch already in it
While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I’m already fly and I ain’t even put my clothes on yet
Cuz
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly)(x3)
Aight, ya niggas know me! |
prada process | If I let go, call this off
Would I be normal like the way I was?
'Cause even though I'm all alone
I'd much prefer to live the way I want (Yeah)
You think I like having to do this to you niggas?
You think I like pullin' up and hurtin' feelings?
You think I like crushin' egos on niggas tryna reload
Because I know they not shootin' niggas?
Look at what I had to do wit' us
How you feel, Bandcamp? You could have blew with us
Elevator sent weight down to move 'em up
You doin' right but we don't care, we call that doin' Russ
Take the "N" out of munch 'cause you not eating much
I got my bread in the crunch like I'm eatin' Dutch
Yeah, the wave started micro, we heatin' up
I left my left eye open, niggas creepin' up
I got chilly, I was rappin' in bars in Atlanta
Pulled up in a Uber, J. Cole, he took the Phantom
Goin' Ghost on a buster, my Goyard is mustard
The Cartier crow, rich creek, I'm eatin' custard
Flew a bitch from Buffalo, my Cartier is buffalo
My wing sauce is buffalo, I'm way too hot
I work the dough like at Domino's, they spotted him like dominoes
And knocked him down like dominoes, his ass got popped
On my mama, I been doin' different
On my mama, I been tryin' my fuckin' best not to be out here trippin'
Come from immigrants, I'm livin' different
We was foolin' with them cards, we shoulda been magicians, ha
What don't I get about saving money?
I know I made money, so why the fuck is it I can't stack up?
My little brother like to tote, something like a lil' boat
When he hit you with that yachty, bet you niggas act up
Like, period, city boys (Yeah)
Gotta bust, makin' noise (Yeah)
The little shit is all progress (Yeah, yeah)
Just gotta trust the Prada process (Yeah)
Well, I'm finally here to talk some shit
Well, I finally get to say some words
The way I speak so direct on these songs
It's like I didn't even make a verse
I get paid for my play on words
In Indonesia walkin' and connecting with the people
I done spent a lotta money and we still not equal
I flex by givin' back, 'cause that other shit I could do
But wouldn't sleep well, real nigga, so true, but
Don't excuse me from the vices
I take care of business first, and then I'm swiping
I'm in the club looking so undelighted
You in my section looking so uninvited
You sendin' bottles but you talk shit in private
I see the future, baby, I'm just being honest
For every time I thought I was ready, I had to find out that
God was on the sideline, yelling "Time out", yeah
Now my Rolex gold with diamonds around the rim
Lookin' for some more shit to put some diamonds in
Might put 'em all on a Kool-Aid pitcher
Just to let 'em know where I came from, nigga
I remember when we was burnin' steaks on the stove
Now it's medium steaks on a lake in a boat (Yeah, yeah)
My bank called, said you're making progress (Yeah, yeah)
You just gotta trust the Prada process (Yeah, yeah)
If I let go (Are we good, James Delguapo?), call this off
Would I be normal like the way I was?
'Cause even though I'm all alone
I'd much prefer to live the way I want |
try me | Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat
Now who wanna play fetch?
When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless
Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet
Mack the thinker, I'm the Blood - Method Man, Redman
A scared man a dead man, can I get a amen
You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet
Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the headrest
Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless
Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival
I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs
I'm so fly I shop at Skymall
Mama never bought me knockoffs
Lord I need some wood to knock on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn
I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on
And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on
Point guard with the bullets; you say Rájon, I say Rajon
Yeah, hold up; we them boys, we them wild boys
I hold a pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points
Menace to society, menace to myself though
Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow
And you don't want no problem, I'm a problem
My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot
Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems
Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom
On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack
You gotta shoot the rat when it get too big for the mousetrap
Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I'll "Pow" back
Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat
Bitch I'm Tommy Gun Tunechi
Favorite color ruby
Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses
Triple A dick, that's Amazin' And Amusin'
I'm sedated and secluded
I'm the greatest and improvin'
But my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong
Well if I die then I guess she dead right
Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga
I'll catch your pussy ass at a red light
And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka
I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran
We kidnap mamas and toddlers
We don't give a fuck if they ass adopted
Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace
Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they smilin'
And Weezy still hot as tamales
My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless
I'm so sorry for the wait
Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard
I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole Dej Loaf
My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some yaka mein
She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets
My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team
It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey
We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep
Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step
Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip
And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip
The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow
My weed funky like armpits and assholes
Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow
And make sure them kids get everything they ask for
My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac
And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac
It's like she's two different persons; she be chillin', she be cursin'
Cry a river, squirt a ocean
Fuck fast, in slow motion
Man I know Soulja proud of me (ya heard me?)
Man, I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I ain't apologetic, but, sorry for the wait
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I usually ain't apologetic, but
Sorry 4 The Wait
Gone |
wonder woman | Well-Well-Well Done
Pay attention
Dramatic, Dramatic
Tonight I want me a wonder woman
Who can save my life
Wanna feel her power right now
A real wonder woman, come be my hero
You can take your cape off
You don't need that to save my heart
You just need to take me, I know you can fly
Because I see right through your disguise
Uh, damn she bad, damn she bad, heels with the matching bag
Mirror with the lip gloss, lick her lips and then she laugh
Lady Gaga colored Mac, all her friends using that
She could be on magazines, but she ain't really into that
Ow, da-damn she bad (bad), had to say it twice (twice)
It's getting late, you should spend the night (night)
No rushing thangs, got a whole lot of game (game)
And I'm stuck in my ways, but just for you, I'll change
Polaroid camera, put this moment on your freezer
5 in the morning, yawning, kiss ya while you sleeping
Half awake, I can see you peeking
Wake up, baby 'cause
Tonight I want me a wonder woman
Who can save my life
Wanna feel her power right now
A real wonder woman, come be my hero
You can take your cape off
You don't need that to save my heart
You just need to take me, I know you can fly
Because I see right through your disguise
All shit aside, I love the way you walk
You got that indie glow, give me some time to watch
Freeze, freeze, you put my heart into anesthesia
I love you 'round the clock, won't stop 'til I get enough
Overtime, overtime, I put in for that Valentine
Know you 'preciate it, baby, lingerie La Perla lacing
Let's get naked, rip our clothes off
I'm the doctor, you my nurse in a uniform
Head game outta control, superheroes on the floor
Bruce Banner beat it up, then I turn into the Hulk
Be my Betty Ross
Make the bed rock, all night long
Tonight I want me a wonder woman
Who can save my life
Wanna feel her power right now
A real wonder woman, come be my hero
You can take your cape off
You don't need that to save my heart
You just need to take me, I know you can fly
Because I see right through your disguise
Well-Well-Well Done |
mary jane holland | Lady of the 'Dam
Won't be a slave to the blonde, or the culture of the popular
(She won't, she won't)
Sing at you, I'll fly under radar tonight
Make deals with every devil in sight
(I will, I will)
'Cause I love, love, 'cause I love, love
You better than, you better than
My darkest sin
Russian hookers, and cheap gin
I think that I could be fine
If I could be Mary Jane Holland tonight
I think we'd have a good time
If you'd meet me and Mary Jane in Holland tonight
Mary! Jane! Holland!
(Woo-hoo!)
Mary! Jane! Holland!
(Oh-hoo!)
I don't like to boast
But our truffles are the most
Mad-magical in Amsterdam
(She won't, she won't)
So if you have fear, Apollo
Sit on my lyre, and play him like a piano, man
(I will, I will)
'Cause I love, love, 'cause I love, love
You better than, you better than
My darkest sin
Russian hookers, and cheap gin
I think that I could be fine
If I could be Mary Jane Holland tonight
I think we'd have a good time
If you'd meet me and Mary Jane in Holland tonight
Mary! Jane! Holland!
(Woo-hoo!)
Mary! Jane! Holland!
(Oh-hoo!)
I know that Mom and Dad think I'm a mess
But it's alright, because I am rich as piss
When I ignite the flames and put you in my mouth
The grass eats up my insides, and my brunette starts to sprout
Introducing, ladies and gentleman, Mary Jane Holland!
I think that I could be fine
If I could be Mary Jane Holland tonight
I think we'd have a good time
If you'd meet me and Mary Jane in Holland tonight
Mary! Jane! Holland!
(Woo-hoo!)
Mary! Jane! Holland!
(Oh-hoo!)
Mary! Jane! Holland!
(Woo-hoo!)
Mary! Jane! Holland!
(Oh-hoo!) |
most quotable lyrics from what a time to be alive | Drake & Future's What A Time To Be Alive is a pop culture factory. Churning out hooks and sixteens like they were un-signed, the duo dropped plenty of gems on their collaborate mixtape, but which ones stood out? Genius went through Drake & Future's What A Time To Be Alive and found the most quotable lyrics. Check out the list below!
Man, what a time to be alive - Drake & Future, "Big Rings"
I do not chase girls but they run a mile for me - Drake, "Big Rings"
Really I'm the plug, really I'm the plug - Future, "I'm the Plug"
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something - Drake & Future, "Jumpman"
A fiend for that lean I ain't started drinking beer yet - Future, "Live From the Gutter"
Mutombo with the bitches, you keep getting rejected (Woo!) - Drake, "Jumpman"
I wake up on a daily basis/I count this money up, I'm already rich - Future & Drake, "Scholarships"
Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin' with no strings - Drake, "Big Rings"
I hustle the first to the first - Future, "Digital Dash"
Me and my friends we got money to spend - Drake, "Change Locations"
Niggas look at us like ‘maybe one day’
Maybe one day, maybe one day - Drake, "Plastic Bag"
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too close | Yeah
I swear I'm an athlete with this shit, yeah, pro
Yeah, yeah
'Round me
I see that look, that fuckin' look you got around me
I slide on up, I say what's up, I'm tryna bouncy
I don't wanna hear about your weak ass little boyfriend
Hop in the Bentley, girl, quit playin', ain't no time for that, time for that
What you think, that I'd be fine with that? You ain't a dime like that
I'm a walking paper trail
No need to follow, you too slow
I'ma do us both a favor, see you later, gotta go, uh
Look at the way that I shine
Look at the way that I go
Look at the way that I ooh
Look at the way that I glow
Nothin' can touch the kid
You gettin' way too close, woah
You gettin' way too close
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look at the way that I drip
Look at the drench on the kid
Look at the path that I chose
I really chose to be this
You couldn't fuck with the kid
You gettin' way too close, uh
Just thought I'd let you know, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gettin' way too close
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Please don't doubt me
I'll go past any obstacle you put around me
I take what's mine and once I set my mind I'm outtie
Could give a fuck 'bout who you wearin' and your clouty
I'm killing everything, I'm a walking fucking bounty
You slidin' in DMs, I already took her downy
I made three million this year, but shit, who's counting?
I'm a walking paper trail, your Siri is rerouting
Yeah, yeah, uh (At your service)
Look at the way that I shine
Look at the way that I go
Look at the way that I ooh
Look at the way that I glow
Nothin' can touch the kid
You gettin' way too close, woah
You gettin' way too close
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look at the way that I drip
Look at the drench on the kid
Look at the path that I chose
I really chose to be this
You couldn't fuck with the kid
You gettin' way too close, uh
Just thought I'd let you know, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gettin' way too close
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah |
hit a muthafucka | I bet you won't
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
This ain't no game, we bring the pain
So don't you niggas trip
Fallin the club with all them thugs
And 'bout five extra clips
Deep always deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes talk all this shit
We gonna cut ya throat
And let you choke right out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game
Now I was pullin a fucking gun
We out so throw them thangs
Don't hit that white
And wanna fight act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some hoes
You let our nuts hang
I wanna crack yo mind
Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic type of visionary rhyme
You may not capture the essence
Cause we young, my time, my flex
It's a futuristic, genotistic mega plisto plex
I rack up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop
I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot
All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks don't stop
My nigga gotta take a deep breath
And keep on blowin 'til they drop
I bet you won't
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
We ain't going to stop until some damn fools die up in the audience
Word up, push them to the floor
Put yo foot in his guts; example, watch a fool get trampled
Shoot a pistol in the air make it so security can't handle
The crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get crushed
Crush crush, we got it buck buck (The Three 6)
And when the show's over I wanna see nothing but bodies
On the floor everybody know Three 6 rocks the parties
I heard through the streets that a nigga had said, something about that nigga
I think his name was Crunchy Black
But I walk up to his house, I knocked upon his door
When he came to the door, I hit him in the mouth
And I knocked him on the floor
Then I hit him and hit him somemore
Then I told that fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of y'all
Gonna tear a rope around yo throat and drag you like you want
I bet you won't
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Why you smilin in my face
Why you talks behind my back
Hittin you up hittin you down when I start to attack
Never can't be fade
Cause this lady roll with right clique
Now I'm talking shit
Call me misses mobb bitch
Smoking Optimos all you hoes boutin' my damn self
Never hanging with you skanks
Cause I'm bad for your health
Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breath
G my celle sweat in 'em Reeboks
But look at the I sport not
Not even my pops out on the block
Won't front me state socks
Callin' up them niggas operator
Tellin' me
I bet you won't
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't |
love her body | Zaytoven
Huh
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
You know I'm a gangster I'ma need for you to pray for me
I know these niggas want you, I'ma need for you to wait for me
Love and loyalty, it's not a day she goes unfaithfully
Cause cain't nobody fuck you like me, yeah it ain't no replacing me
Baby girl, you're more than beautiful, you put your trust in me
Know I keep that blammer on me, know I'm your security
Girl you got me invested in you, this is our community
Thankful for this opportunity, treat you like family
I can't even explain it but lil' mama bring out the best in me
I can't break this shit off if I wanted to, it's destiny
I can't even explain it, but lil' mama bring out the freak in me
I'ma break her off in the back seat of my Bentley
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body?
Baby, you a goddess and I'm not being dishonest
I can't even be modest, cause I'm in love with your body
You worth more than money and you taste sweeter than honey
Your walk is so hypnotic, you erotic plus exotic-xotic
People say I'm trippin' I ain't thankin' bout these bitches
We can share my rise, I give a damn they say I'm trickin'
Super bad bitch I need it, first time I just did it, did it
I can turn you up, I'm filthy, make you laugh I'm super silly
We can hold hands in Lenox
I don't give a damn who with me
These haters need mind their business
Tell the valet bring my Benzes
Please beg my pardon, this not Dolly
I'm the Trap God, she the goddess
Good brain like she went to college
These hoes jellyfish, she can't be solid
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body?
Gucci!
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body?
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body? |
2015 flow | This that Silicon Valley flow
I got that sun dance vision, nigga you ain't know
Got damn, I got album of the year, still
3 plaques in, imagine how these wack rappers feel
I've been killin' niggas all year
Bill, me and them white folk names got somethin' in common
Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, I've been to rich hills
The homie got that Tommy, know that's somethin' that he'll feel
Look though, been really off the hook though
My fam straight, my homies got money on their books though
Lately my bitch been trippin' on me
I'm like "Bitch I'm in the studio, let me cook though!"
RJ killin' shit, my homies is killin' shit
But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some drug dealin' shit
I can't blame 'em cause their mamas, they don't give a shit
So I fronted them some work, told 'em nigga get rich
Get rich, get rich, get rich
Mama I finally get it, hustle hard then get rich
Lately, I've been on some solo shit
Cortez, long socks, I've been on my cholo shit
Bitch you keep trippin', I'ma let bygones be bygones
Walk up in the house with high nines, I'm like "Hi mom!"
But I'm right back on my nigga shit
Like what, she fuckin' and suckin', she with the shit, let's flip this bitch
Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, then bust it down
And no respect for the hoes that wasn't fuckin', but fuckin' now
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
You can profit $3500 if you bust it down
Send me the plan, I'ma figure how to execute
My management like "Hold up YG!", I'm like, "I ain't waitin' on you!"
It's that 2015 flow
Kill yourself if you ain't gettin' dough
Hold up; keep winning, keep winning, keep winning
You gotta speak it to existence, nigga, keep winning
They said Dre made a billion
I'm like, "Shit, I can do it if he did it!"
Fuckin' on whats his name's baby mama
Her pussy loose, her walls broke down, she ain't got no ceilings
They was like, "YG you shouldn't go there!"
I said, "Bitch, I think I'm Silkk the Shocker, I got no limits!"
Fuck these niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin' 'bout
Even with a million dollars I'll still spark it out
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas
They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so fuck these niggas
I'm Ruff Rydin', where my dogs at?
Where them niggas that fuck them bitches on their paws at?
Nigga 2015
On the front porch sellin' 20 sacks for 15, nigga |
reddi wip | Baby, you gotta be tripping, put that booty away
You know I be sipping, got a bottle on the way
I stay on my pimping, diamonds jumping out the face
Tell 'em get up out the way, nigga, you can catch a fade (ayy)
I'm tryna see, mami, remind me, yeah (ayy)
She like a tsunami, can't lie to me, yeah (ayy)
She ride like Ducati, she got it, yeah (ayy)
Rev it all night
And I don't really care if they know, I be sipping on the low
'Cause you got the kinda body, make a papi want some more
Alright, dim the lights, let me hit you with that spice
I ain't playing with you, want you to know
Girl, you got that reddi whip
Reddi whip, reddi whip, aw yeah, uh huh
I just wanna take a dip, in your reddi whip
Reddi whip, aw yeah
Yeah, reddi whip, I'm ready, I'm ready oh
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi whip
I'm ready, I'm ready oh
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi whip
Yeah, girl, what you doing tonight?
I'm on dirty Sprite, that means that I'm on you
Yeah, yeah, gripping your ass from the side
Look in my eyes, you know what you gon' do
Say what you say
Make all them faces, make all them faces
Do it your way, do it your way yeah, ahh
All of these hours keep passing by
No, I don't really care if they know, I be sipping on the low
'Cause you got the kinda body, make a papi want some more
Alright, dim the lights, let me hit you with that spice
I ain't playing with you, want you to know (know)
Girl, you got that reddi whip
Reddi whip, reddi whip, aw yeah, uh huh
I just wanna take a dip, in your reddi whip
Reddi whip, aw yeah
Yeah, reddi whip, I'm ready, I'm ready oh (hey, hey)
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi whip (hey, hey)
I'm ready, I'm ready oh (reddi whip, yeah, hey, hey)
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi whip (hey, hey, reddi whip)
Yeah, girl, I love eating that pie
Put whipped cream on your thighs, licking cinnamon off you
Yeah, yeah, girl, you too sweet, they ain't lying
And I thought my life was just hidin', until I found you
Cake on my face, I wanna taste it, girl, let me taste it
I won't say shit
You know I won't say shit, yeah (oh)
All of these hours keep passing by
No, I don't really care if they know
I ain't playing, girl, I wanna lick you up and down
Ah yeah, hit them lights, let me hit you with that spice
I ain't playing, girl, I want you to know (know)
Girl, you got that reddi whip
Reddi whip, reddi whip, aw yeah, uh huh
I just wanna take a dip, in your reddi whip
Reddi whip, aw yeah
Yeah, reddi whip, I'm ready, I'm ready oh (hey, hey)
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi whip (hey, hey)
I'm ready, I'm ready oh (hey, hey)
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi whip (hey, hey) |
get it up | I know it's been a long time
Had to stay down on my grind and get it up
I remember days I didn't have a dime
When I had to go and stick a nigga up (Had to go and stick it up)
Back then I was broke didn't really have luck
Running in circles thought I was stuck
Back against the wall I'm like who can I trust
Everybody say they broke well who the fuck up
Stay down on yo grind 'til you get it up
Stack all of that paper go get it up
I’ma be rich, you could hate it or love it
Well it done paid off all that pain and that sufferin'
I love you bae you can give it up
All that's detained you should give 'em up
My coupe got no brain like I give it up
That boy don't got stain he should give it up
Damn I'm Up, I put me six tires on a Tonka Trunk
I put some cameras on my mommas truck (Swear)
I put everything that come on the truck
Only thing I didn’t put was some miles on her
Get the picture you pussy nigga, you say you want her I'll dismiss her
Got nothing but bands in my trousers nigga
I'ma dress her out like she thousand nigga
'Bout that time for her new passport
That lemon lime is what you ask for
I made a mill and went to class for it
I see the deal but what you ask for it?
Had to tell Flocka fuckin’ fast forward
Had to tell the J a fuckin’ backdoor
I know it's been a long time
Had to stay down on my grind and get it up
I remember days I didn't have a dime
When I had to go and stick a nigga up (Had to go and stick it up)
Back then I was broke didn't really have luck
Running in circles thought I was stuck
Back against the wall I'm like who can I trust
Everybody say they broke well who the fuck up
Stay down on yo grind 'til you get it up
Stack all of that paper go get it up
I’ma be rich, you could hate it or love it
Well it done paid off all that pain and that sufferin'
I love you bae you can give it up
All that's detained you should give 'em up
My coupe got no brain like I give it up
That boy don't got stain he should give it up
I had to stay down and get it, I'm tryna count millions
Money over bitches, that's my religion
I done got close to God but I'm still sinnin'
But I'm repenting' ask God for forgiveness
Then I got up off my ass and went got it
Bitch do not ask 'cause you know that we got it
She shaking her ass and you know she at Follies
All in the lobby yeah that lil' bitch she a Thotty
You better stack it and stash it, FN on me and its plastic
Run up lil' nigga and shit gone get tragic
Rest In Peace Troupe until they drop my casket
We juug them pussy niggas just like Madden
Booted up off Molly we high as Aladdin
If I don't got next then I'm next to the man
Its been a long time do you dig what I'm sayin'
I know it's been a long time
Had to stay down on my grind and get it up
I remember days I didn't have a dime
When I had to go and stick a nigga up (Had to go and stick it up)
Back then I was broke didn't really have luck
Running in circles thought I was stuck
Back against the wall I'm like who can I trust
Everybody say they broke well who the fuck up
Stay down on yo grind 'til you get it up
Stack all of that paper go get it up
I’ma be rich, you could hate it or love it
Well it done paid off all that pain and that sufferin'
I love you bae you can give it up
All that's detained you should give 'em up
My coupe got no brain like I give it up
That boy don't got stain he should give it up |
want you to fly | Hmm
Vhari, vhari
Yeah
Yeah, uh
God is real and he usin' me for a bigger purpose
So fuck the world that would have you think that a nigga worthless
Sometimes I think that these verses can help a person
Way more than the ones they readin' in churches on days of worship
No disrespect to the Lord and Savior, that ain't just ego
I just observe that them words no longer relate to people
'Cause modern times be flooded with dollar signs
And social media stuntin', my niggas just wanna shine
They frame of mind so far removed from the days and times
Of Nazareth
Life these days is a labyrinth, in a maze so elaborate
We barely get through half of it 'fore it's too late
My niggas is felons from sellin' weight in more than two states
.22 in his waist before he could even shoot straight
Quick to draw on you like Aaron McGruder, nigga who fate?
All of that to say maybe the hood need a new faith
A new story about a boy from not too far where you stay
Want you to fly, want you to fly, mhmm
Want you to fly, want you to fly, there you go
Want you to fly, want you to fly, mhmm
Want you to fly, want you to fly, here you go
Want you to fly, want you to fly, mhmm
Want you to fly, want you to fly, here you go |
horse | Mr. Balmain with Air Force
That bitch say that she really like my voice
I do not like her like we is divorced
Shut up bitch, don't like your voice
I might just jump in a 'Rari
I might just jump in a Porsche
What them two things got in common?
Them bitches both got the horse (giddy up!)
Hit that bitch straight from the back
That bitch just look like a horse
That bitch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that bitch suck on my dick
I leave her pussy so moist
You cannot afford this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce
Automobiles they so foreign
You worrying about a Ford
Nigga tell me how you whipping
I swear I'm using a fork
Boy I swear your money little
Like you related to Stuart
That bitch she lick on the tip
Ain't my baby somebody call the stork
Maxing the Mac-11 with the tripper service
Swear that you don't want war
Shotgun turn you to a smoothie, hit you with the uzi
Swear you don't want war
You a tough pit like a bar
Tell that bitch I got everything in the store
I remember back I was almost poor
Now that bitch pussy pinker than a sore
Tough ass raps they bethey be snitching in court
Gang members they be talking in code like its morse
I'm the type of nigga to handle shit like a dog
You the type of nigga to fall in love with a whore
Back then that bitch said I was a nerd
Now that bitch sucking on the dick of a god
All that got damn money laying on the floor
Pick it up put it away treat it like a chore
Mr. Balmain with Air Force
That bitch say that she really like my voice
I do not like her like we is divorced
Shut up bitch, don't like your voice
I might just jump in a 'Rari
I might just jump in a Porsche
What them two things got in common?
Them bitches both got the horse (giddy up!)
Hit that bitch straight from the back
That bitch just look like a horse
That bitch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that bitch suck on my dick
I leave her pussy so moist
You cannot afford this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce
Margiela made out of cow
Them bitchesmake you feel like a goat
On my neck got fifty thou
Diamond wet just like a boat
Money is sitting in pile
You is upset because you in a hole
I'm spending the most
I swear that thick bitch is doing the most
Rolling with my brother like the master
Choking on her neck anaconda
Roll around with tina on my hip
Who the fuck is that? oh that's just the llama
Fuck on that bitch on her pajamas
Fuck 12 skirt off Panamera
Choke on her tail ruin her mascara
Looking at a millionaire in the mirror
Running the game like a track
Swear you my son, not your dad
VVS on my right wrist
VVS on my left wrist
I just fucked on my right bitch
Then I fuck on my left bitch
That pussy pop like a rari
That pussy yeah it got grip
Hit that bitch straight from the back
That bitch just look like a horse
That bitch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that bitch suck on my dick
I leave her pussy so moist
You cannot afford this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce |
november | Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup
What if Clancy fuckin' me over?
What if 'Who Dat Boy' is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I'm hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain't payin' my taxes?
Fillin' his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn't answer 'cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain't got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I'm only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours 'cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that's across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin'
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn't working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life's kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can't relate him, when they start to hate him
They don't drive these cars so what's their ultimatum?
Tell me, what's your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer '06, I remember the... (horn)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November, and I was performing and Lil Wayne rapped with me, I think I cried that night
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever...
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain't doin' fine, lost my mothafuckin' mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
'Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I'ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I'll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon' say back
At that point I'll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don't I'll leave a voicemail with the playback
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone |
ball for me | Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, ball for me
Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
I'm on the road, I'm gettin' paid, like what you want, baby? (What you want, baby?)
You're bougie, baby, but I love you, baby, give you the world, baby (You the world, baby)
Paid five grand for a handbag, that's Saint Laurent, baby (Saint Laurent, baby)
Damn, you love that money, baby (Oh-oh-oh)
Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (My whip, my whip)
30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (My wrist, my wrist)
We got alcohol, plus bad bitches, that's lit (That's lit, that's lit)
I swear, baby, we was just kissin', that's it (That's it, that's it) (Oh-oh-oh)
How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (For me)
Baby gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (For me)
Would love to take you shoppin', but girl, I'm in Europe tourin'
Sorry, lil' mama, I can't give you more
Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Yo, gotta hit him on the jack
When you comin' back? Where is you at on the map?
Everything is intact
Coulda been a seamstress, still wouldn't cut him slack
Pretty much, ain't got a clue
Itty bitty piggyback off everything I do
But I'm still droppin' jaws
Got 'em lookin' like James Harden at the awards (Oh-oh-oh)
Back to you, I'm so into you
For real, breh like I'm kin to you
If you a 10, I add 10 to you
They be mad when I tend to you
That's what the bae like
Call me Buffy 'cause that's what I slay like
These bitches, I son 'em like it's daylight
These niggas wanna know what it tastes like (Oh-oh-oh)
What it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo
They wanna know what it tastes like, yo
All this ice, it should taste like snow
Get kimonos and let's fly to Tokyo
Pretty, pretty please baby, won't you cop this for me? Uh
Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like)
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like)
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah |
big bag | That's a goal
Could you please tell me what you know about skippin' 24, 25
'Cause your mom was at her 9-to-5
Still stacking up the dough
I was wrapping gifts age six with the paper bandanas
Mom was always honest, I ain't never had a Santa Claus
She was my amigo like my buddies from Atlanta
We was hopin' for a signal, too afraid to change the channel, yo
Big bag, fill 'em up with the produce
Big bag, fill 'em up with the produce
Big bag, fill 'em up with the produce
Big bag, fill 'em up with the produce
Big bag
Run up the back, you runnin' to that
I run off the back, you runnin' to that
I run up the back, you runnin' to that
I run off the back, you runnin' to that
That's a big step, snow boots
But it's hot in herre, '02
Big bag, fill 'em up with the produce
Quick, fast, big Max with the big bag, I throw 'em
You stay up, get cake up
For new gifts I take 'em
You wake up like big mad (Where's my gifts?)
Roof to roof, I jump, I jump, I take, I take
It feels the void, I want, I want (More)
Way that I sneak in
I'm about as low as self-esteem when I creep in (Boy)
Don't make noise, my feet thin
I'm looking for the paper, same color my green skin
Toys what is on the list
When it comes to this, I'm too legit
Tell all them kids that he be the Grinch
When they ask who has type of heart to do this
Big bag, fill 'em up with the produce
Big bag, fill 'em up with the produce
Big bag, fill 'em up with the produce
Big bag, fill 'em up with the produce
Big bag
It's me |
still | Still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
I say I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
That's cause I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
Silly bitch, stop tellin' 'em lies, ho stop spreading 'em rumors
Juicy J, self made skinny nigga, pockets on Yokozuna
She wanna ride like Yokohomas
She fine like Pocahontas
I just might slide off in her without no Jimmy, I'm just being honest
Still counting up trigonomics, still got heat, you doubt us
Fuck around gets you a coozy ass casket playin' 'round with my commas
America KKK most wanted, need to free all my homies
X-ray vision in this crooked ass business, I can see most y'all niggas phony
I'm with somebody else wife, I told my driver bring the car around
Beat the pussy like Iron Mike, bang, bang, bang, bang, lights out
Blowin' on presidentials, 'bout to pull up at my white house
You at home, tryna hit her phone, she got my wife beater on as a nightgown
Still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
I say I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
That's cause I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
She full of that cheap vodka, bitch hairy like Chewbacca
She got the nerve to be bouche too? man, all these hoes do is gossip
Who you fuck for the red bottoms? I heard about you, you a head doctor
You just lookin' for a quick come up? I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins
I'm in a old school Dodge Charger, flyer than a Red Robbin
I got goons and I got goblins, I ball hard like Dennis Rodman
Niggas hatin' on me, what's the problem?
Is you mad cuz I'm running shit and y'all jogging
Is you mad, cuz I shake and bake Ricky Bobby
I'm a muthafuckin giant like Tiki Barber
Comin' from a cut like a blind barber
When I drive by, my car look like a flyin' saucer
Still don't want your lady? She lucky if she even get a dime off me
It's crazy what my last 5G cost me
Sip lean in the mornin', never tried coffee
Fuck her once, kick her out, bitch, start walkin'
Gettin' paid in the bed like it's my office, that's cuz I'm
Still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
I say I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
That's cause I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
Hopped up in my car (swag!) then I drop my roof
Wet like wonton soup. That's just how I do (swag!)
Then I park my car, then I fuck your bitch
Eat that wonton soup, wet like wonton soup
We Trippy Mane! |
lamb talk | Ayy
Buddah Bless this beat
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lamborghini (Woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lambo (Skrrt)
Lamb talk (Yuh), Lamb talk (Yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga, Lamb talk (Skrrt, Huncho)
Bad mouth, agh, rag talk (Rag)
Bring that cash out (Bag), these bitches ass out (Woah)
Who gon' back down? (Who?) We can't back down (Who?)
Bodybag now (Who?), toe tag now (Who? Rrrah)
Run through the city, you think that you gettin' it
You gon' have to pay your percentage (Hey)
Fuck nigga, we'll come get it (Come get it)
We'll come get it with interest (Go)
Niggas be dissin' on Twitter and still believin' they gon' get a mention (Who?)
Fuck nigga, we'll come get it (Come get it)
You know we gon' handle the business
Bow talk (Yeah) this that bow talk (Yeah)
Niggas tried to hit me but they fouled out (Yeah)
Birds sing like Whitney and Bobby Brown house (Brrt, yeah)
QC the new Cash Money Records now (Yeah, go)
Whip it up, turn it up, 'fraid they don't turn it up
Pipe it up, live it up, give it up, give it up
Type it up, write it up, hit 'em up (Woo), nigga can't fight at us
Hit 'em up, really gon' split 'em up
Diamond gon', diamond gon', diamond gon' bite
Add it up, add it up, nigga, this a million bucks
Baby girl, eat it up, eat it up, ain't nobody here rich as us, rich as us, uh
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lamborghini (Woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lambo (Skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh), Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga, Lamb talk (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bad bitch, your highness (Your highness)
Truck, green, sinus (Snotty)
Welcome to Huncho World, the Migo Gang Dynasty (Dynasty)
Yeah, get your lil' money for my niggas, minus it (Go get it, go get it)
I promise you lil' niggas don't want the violence (No smoke, no smoke)
Bought me a strap, issue silence (Pshew, pshew, pshew)
It's a shame, these young niggas drinkin' Wocky (Wock', Wock')
And Quali (Damn!) Me and Wop were drinkin' Act'
Back when Follie's (Drank! Guwop!) didn't let me in with that gat
Now it's (Yeah) jets (Phew), designer clothes, flex (Flex)
Met Gala carpet (Hoo), Walk it like I talk it (Walk it)
All these hoes stalkin' (Stalkin'), shake these haters off me (Shake it)
You got a big mouth (Big mouth), like a gator talkin' (Gator)
Then I take the pot, (Woo) skrrt, skrrt, fork it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Gumbo, like I'm from New Orleans (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lil' bitch said she hate me, fuck it, go and divorce me (Fuck it)
I iced out her neck in A.P., but she won't report it (Swear she didn't)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lamborghini (Woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lambo (Skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh), Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga, Lamb talk (Skrrt, skrrt) |
bbc | 億万長者少年倶楽部
My mothafucker is a billionaire mothafucker, you heard that shit
I said my mothafucka is a billionaire mothafucker
Let's work
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire nigga!
From the coca leafs to the farmers
To the polo fleece to the bombers
R.I.P. to Gianni
Now we on our way
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
Bally shoes, Gucci sneakers
Pharrell's a pharaoh, peep the features
Unlaced Adidas
Top of the world like pyramids in Giza
Fila sweats, 88 I rocked a mock neck
Carried a nine in my projects
Bucket hat EPMD cassettes
Now I'm smoking loud in Ibiza
Mix the D'USSE with the reefer
My whole life is leisure
Gangsta lean like the Pisa
Eiffel Tower, Hermés towel
The Feds is perched like an owl
Real niggas all feel the hook
Let's work
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire nigga!
From the coca leafs to the farmers
To the polo fleece to the bombers
R.I.P. to Gianni
Now we on our way
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
What you know about going out, head west
Maybach, 3 TV's all up in the headrest
Mace niggas at Madison Square Garden
20 million sold and we still catching charges
Rope chains, Rakim and Eric B
Bought my sidekicks Suzuki Jeeps and Cherokees
Hoop earrings, coupes with the rear cameras
Put that bitch in a cherry M3
I'm not your average dope dealer
Silver Toyotas four runners and four wheelers
Me and Teflon Q45 infinite
Windows tinted, white girl all in it
Britney, bitch
MCM seats buck 50 stitch
Versace plates got the Basquiat
Collab from Versace's place
Cuban link 5 kilo
Your life is illegal when your chain can get the rico
Real niggas all feel the hook
Let's work
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire nigga!
From the coca leafs to the farmers
To the polo fleece to the bombers
R.I.P. to Gianni
Now we on our way
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
자기 신발 끝내주는데
자기 돈 좀 많나봐
자기 스타일 진짜 멋있다
백만장자 소년들의 모임 |
higher | Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters
You might not be the one but you the one that I desire
Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters
You might not be the one
Hey, uh
What up girl, tell me how you feelin’
You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling
If you got a man, do that nigga need a fill-in
She said looks kill and I’m tryin to make a killin’
And God willing, I’d be chilling on the boat nigga
Love is a gamble, I ain’t dealin’ with no broke nigga
Down in Miami, with a super ho team
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring
Down in Dallas at the All-Star game
Spittin’ All-Star game
Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name
Somethin’ like James, somethin like Wade
If you something like paid you can fuck tonight
Yeah she said fuck some nice J's
What about your life savings, won’t spend her life slavin’
So she graduated, rich nigga wife training
And if you got money man the head is amazing
Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters
You might not be the one but you the one that I desire
Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters
You might not be the one
What up girl, tell me how you been
Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then
Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn
Hey now got a thing for you
It's been a long time comin', I should hang with you
'Cause see way back, I thought to fuck with you was impossible
Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible
Uh, you still got it though, yeah you still got it though
Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
You got your mean little walk with the model pose
You got your hair did, you got designer clothes
You still got it though, yeah you still got it though
You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll
Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll
Don’t worry bout your man baby, he ain’t gotta know
Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters
You might not be the one but you the one that I desire
Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters
You might not be the one
Hey, I get bored so fast that they won’t last
But girl you’re special like I met you in the slow class
Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far
My life is like a movie, would you be my co-star
Like Halle Berry? Your old nigga act like a bitch, like Tyler Perry
You caught him down in Memphis cheating like Calipari
I see you like to stay up on your ESPN
If your mind is on sex you must got ESP then
Had a crush on way back, I wasn’t VIP then
But I was plotting on you, I really wish that I'd have got to know you
Before we grew up and I blew up with these Benjamins
That way I know for sure your love is really genuine
Is you my homie? Well show me what kind of friend you is
What if it's phoney, yeah only 'cause I can give you ends
Too late for turning back, fuck it we continuing
Get your ass in that position, I love to bend you in
Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters
You might not be the one but you the one that I desire
Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters
You might not be the one |
bring it back | Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs, people without jobs
Middle class, upper class, high class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people, and twerkers
I presents to you
Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh, fre, fre, fresh
DJ Mannie Fresh, fresh, fre, fresh
Mannie Fresh, fre, fresh
DJ Mannie Fre, fre, fresh, young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Well, I'm fly as a son of gun, son of a stunna
Yeah, high as a 757 going to heaven
Who, Weezy F, ya reverend, preach about me
I'm the god, 1-7, Apple and E
I'm the Cash Money Makaveli, y'all ain't ready
Quick, fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
'82, I was born ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers, I'm too heavy
Meatball, Lamborghini, top spaghetti
Seats ragout, twenty the shoe
Boo, me and you got plenty to do
I don't need no pool, I'm swimming in you
And I sleep with the sharks, shawty, on that water water
In the Beamer, eight hundred forty, mama, shake something for me
And it don't make sense if it don't make that money
I'mma take that money, I'm straight Cash Money
Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps
I take off my brim
Moment of silence for the homeboy Soulja Slim
Fronting 'round here will get ya back chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all
I say, black white walls with the back swiped off
Y'all lil bustas just a tax write-off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type that fall
We don't breed them kind, but they bleed just fine
Weezy the Don, homie, read between the lines
If ya can't, boy, read my nine
I'm going hard in the paint like Diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doing it or these cats is losing it
I be easy, fall back and be cool with it
Pallbearer is moving his dead flow, I'm through with it
I'm the sh--naw, naw, I'm sewer-rich
Weezy F Baby, I do's this
An old school gangsta, mack like the 80s
I look like Cita and act like Baby
You play with me, I react like the navy
Or better yet the army, you gon' need them for me
Yeah, and your head is a bleeping target
You don't want me to see you with my peeping Tommys
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans
Sleeping with women that sleep with the Hornets
A country boy in something foreign
'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in
You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles
Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples
Wizzle Fizzle, original Hot Bizzle
Still Lil Wayne, but the dividend's not little
Don't be surprised how the crown fit him
Uh, get down, uh, get down for the young Pac footprints
The best rapper alive since the best rapper retired |
trainwreck | Hey, I heard it from the state
They told me you were never gonna let me get away
And if you took me fishing, you would never give me bait
I had to get away, I had to get away, ay-ay
Hey, you try to compensate
For thinking with your one brain I should decapitate
You showed me all your letters that I should've confiscated
Both of my eyes were weighted and I had to get away
Talking to ears that have been deaf for as long as I can remember
A self-medicated handicap, so I speak to myself
And I try so hard to get his stupid deaf ears to hear
That I've become illiterate, I've become dumb
When I come through, you were dark blue
And I saved you from your darker days
Born to take care of you, or I thought so
Maybe it was just a phase
Hey, I heard it from the state
They told me you were never gonna let me get away
And if you took me fishing, you would never give me bait
I had to get away, I had to get away, I had to get away
Hey, you try to compensate
For thinking with your one brain I should decapitate
You showed me all your letters that I should've confiscated
Both of my eyes were weighted, I had to get away
Shot down by a guy I never wanted to kiss
And I can hear the singing of his ringing triumphing
And I'm chugging along in a train
And I'm heading the wrong way, and I'm a trainwreck
And my heart goes "Beat, beat, beat"
To the music of this sad, same song
It's quite depressing
There is no fixing to the problem when you're talking to an idiot
When I come through, you were dark blue
And I saved you, from your darker days
Born to take care of you, or I thought so
Maybe it was just a phase
Baby, only maybe
Just a dreamer, but I soon found out
That the train tracks were behind me
Tried to warn me, but both of my ears went out
(But then my ears went out, out, out...)
When I come through, you were dark blue
And I saved you, from your darker days
Born to take care of you, or I thought so
Maybe it was just a phase
Hey, I heard it from the state
They told me you were never gonna let me get away
And if you took me fishing, you would never give me bait
I had to get away, I had to get away, I had to get away
Hey, you try to compensate
For thinking with your one brain I should decapitate
You showed me all your letters that I should've confiscated
Both of my eyes were weighted, I had to get away |
diddy bop | I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
I’m ready, I’m ready
This sound like Mississippi sippy cup, daddy turn bibby up
Henny invented the catalyst for happiness in my cup
This sound like kiddies on the playground when mama was running up
Ooooooh, you about to get your ass beat
This sound like niggas complaining when their bitches like Raz-B
B2K in the stereo, we juke in the back seat
Or juke in the basement, in love with my KSWISS’s
This feel like jumping in a pool and I’m knowing I can’t swim
Ooooooh, you about to get your ass beat
For stealing that twenty dollars like ”baby, just ask me”
Mama say she love, love, loved us
When the lights was off we had to stay with cousins
Granny at the BBQ with petty ass husband
Summertime, city life, Chi-town, my town, my town
After school matters like I’m needing that stipend right now
Kennicott parking lot got caught with the blunt like “wow wow”
Run, run, run, mama say come home
Before the streetlights do
Ice cream on my front porch
In my new FUBU and my A1’s too
Watching my happy block
My whole neighborhood hit the Diddy bop
This sound like growing out my clothes
With stars in my pocket, dreaming bout making my hood glow
This sound like every place I would go, if I could fly
This feel like every summertime
Fall asleep dreaming bout all the places I could go
And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time
And I am not a star, I am a meteor
On a crash course towards Earth across the cosmos
Versus Perseus to the father
Of his birth to tell the truth, that I’m his real son
Get blocked, I’ma build one
Get blocked, I’ma build two
Hope that you see it’s a staircase
Still pray for a fair day
Where they give a fair race to the marinade
And the dogons and the eses and the fair-faced
Keith H. when I peel paint
Rainbows with a pink blue
And a sea foam type of green hue
Make a clear space
Stop overreacting, it’s past my curfew I’m out after 6
Happily making my accident
Mama gon’ whoop on my ass again
Pray that I’m making my way before 8
And I might have to sneak in the back again
Hope that Memorial traffickin’
Hope that she stopping for gas again
Girl I just want to relax again
Pray you gon’ bring that shit back again
Pray you gon’ bring that shit back again
I know
Run, run, run, mama say come home
Before the streetlights do
Ice cream on my front porch
In my new FUBU and my A1’s too
Watching my happy block
My whole neighborhood hit the Diddy bop
This sound like growing out my clothes
With stars in my pocket, dreaming 'bout making my hood grow
This sound like every place I would go, if I could fly
This feel like every summertime
Fall asleep dreaming bout all the places I could go
And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time
Watching my happy block
My whole neighborhood hit the Diddy bop
Watching my happy, watching my happy ooh ooh
Watching my happy block
My whole neighborhood hit the Diddy bop |
therapy | Ahhhhhh! Take a sip of this
Ayyy, let's go {*beatboxing and skatting*}
I want you to feel this beat baby
I'm not tired, let's go! {*beatboxing and skatting*}
Listen (whassup?) This ain't the way I wanted it to end
But I gotta go - gotta get missing!
You ain't gotta kick me out, I'll get out my own house
But you still need to get yo' shit together girl
What do I do, what do I say?
Gotta get us back to the way that we used to be back in the day
Who do I call to talk to?
Shorty you ain't gotta be scared of me, all we need is therapy
Like 1-2-3-4, get the hell up out my door
5-6-7-8, I don't need your sex I'll masturbate
9-10-11-12, you can go to hell all I care
Yeahhhh
Can't do it shorty, can't deal with you babe
Can't handle the pressure of you - yeah yeah
Can't do it shorty, can't deal with you babe
Can't handle the pressure of you - yeah yeah
Listen (whassup?) I know you ain't used to us being friends
But I gotta go - no more kissing!
You ain't gotta go away, but I know I can not stay
Cause you still gonna get yo' shit together girl
+
Ohhhhh, ohhhh; ohhh you too much pressure doll
You gon' raise my cholesterol
I gotta lower the phone decibels
Just to talk, just a thought
I'mma get a girl with a ass just as soft
You swear men dogs like reservoir and I was Mr. Pink
Remember those nights on the kitchen sink
I was choking you in a good way, good way
Now we in the streets and I'm chokin you in a hood way
When the cops come what I could say?
You know how all that gossip is
Next morning Bossip, Perez
Any girl I take out, Mediatakeout, I need a break now
Before I break now (ah ah ah ah)
Show me your Janet Jacksons if you nasty
You said you want to cut my nuts off like Jesse Jackson, classy
Ohhh, why she say that, OUCH~!
Bitch, give me back my couch
On that same couch casting
Now listen to T-Pain and sing
BETTER GET OUT MY FACE BITCH! |
democratie fasciste article 4 | Yeah.....yeah
Immortal Technique
Rockin Squat
Rebel Arms
I'm handling genetic tampering
Classical sampling -- remix
On the roman empire throughout the land again
Televangeling
Bring the American anthem its selling
Fascism with a democratic packaging
Pontius Pilate I wash my hands of them
Expeditiously
Animal farm - doberman pincher infantry
They need another 9/11 to complete the symphony
Tryna' stop a global revolution that was meant to be
Immortal technique -- I always bring the truth to ya'
With the stage presence of Martin Luther King junior
The sooner the better I'm strapped with a Kevlar sweater
As I await the new Lucius Septimius Severus
Subtle form of the Fourth Reich is how they planned it
Turning food into bio-diesels starving the planet
I free people from the matrix wherever I find them
And cut the industry's dope with a lab-grown diamond
Ce monde est fucked-up et tu crois qu'on va se taire
C'est facile de nous faire croire que personne peut rien y faire
Mais la lutte continue, moi je ramène la possibilité
D'ouvrir sa vision universelle et enfin se libérer
The world is fucked up coz thats the way we made it
And its easy to think that nothin can change it
I paint a picture of a possibility for all of you
Revolutions universal vision is followed through
Après les rires viennent les larmes, malgré mes cris d'alarmes
Le pétrole des Afghanes intéresse toujours Carlyle
Donc mon style dénonce la spéculation des actions à Wall Street
La corruption du Tiers-Monde organisée à Maastricht
Vite, je sors mon juice d'artiste
Prends les devants rentre sur la piste
Au milieu du 666
Moi je remonte jusquà l'Égypte pour analyser le fasciste
On ne se perd pas dans leur Histoire car leur Histoire est hors piste
St Patrick c'est ..., Mac Donald c'est ...,
Machintoch c'est ..., IBM c'est Danger Zone
Grande-Bretagne c'est Satanisme, Amérique c'est Amaru Ka
La sagesse de la Terre, un jour tu comprendras
En direct des favelas d'America Latina
La révolution n'est pas qu'un peura qu'on kique pour soi, négro
Le relais de l'info, la vraie, pas comme Fox News
Putain de texte deep, j'aurais du faire du blues
The world is fucked up coz thats the way we made it
And its easy to think that nothin can change it
I paint a picture of a possibility for all of you
Revolutions universal vision is followed through
Ce monde est fucked-up et tu crois qu'on va se taire
C'est facile de nous faire croire que personne peut rien y faire
Mais la lutte continue, moi je ramène la possibilité
D'ouvrir sa vision universelle et enfin se libérer
Yeah
Immortal Technique
Rockin' Squat
Freedom, Peru, a Brazil, Harlem, New York
Libertad
Paris, to the streets motherfucker! 3rd World, for the world.......
The world is fucked up coz thats the way we made it
And its easy to think that nothin can change it
I paint a picture of a possibility for all of you
Revolutions universal vision is followed through
Ce monde est fucked-up et tu crois qu'on va se taire
C'est facile de nous faire croire que personne peut rien y faire
Mais la lutte continue, moi je ramène la possibilité
D'ouvrir sa vision universelle et enfin se libérer |
boyz n the hood | Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold-shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolled down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, man!
Get the fuck out!
Pump that bass!
Mothafucker, say what?
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JD is on freebase
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal an Alpine
Chased him up the streets to call a truce
The silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12-gauge
One sucka dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, Leroy!
Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellas out there makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath started stinkin'
Left to get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb ho said somethin' that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp, slapped the ho
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So I threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Who do you think you are, Mr. big stuff?
Rock this mothafucker like Three the Hard Way
I'm rollin' hard, now I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said "Oh, brother."
I throw it in the gutter, and go buy another
Walkin' home, I see the G ride
Now Cat is drivin', Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Cat got beat for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy he'll do some time
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
L.A. playa
Big Drum Beater
I went to get them out, but there was no bail
The fellas causin' a riot in the county jail
Two days later in the municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
"Disruption of the court," said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Baliff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "Fire!", then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both upstate for attempted murder
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Get busy, y'all!
Aw
You mothafucker! |
some of us may never see the world | Slouched in your sofa while watchin the words run across your screen
Start a debate over somethin you read with no literacy
Eat propaganda for breakfast and lunch and in the evening
Share with the world all the ignorant shit that youve come to believe
Runnin your mouth about what needs to change in our society
Not one to judge but I think youre the problem with society
Keep spreadin hate like uranium fever eventually
Bring back the guillotine watch your head roll with the fall of the blade
Swamp stomp
Let it all dump And ima headbang till my brains fall out my cranium
I coulda been saved coulda been sane
But I Never wanna succumb and become another one of y'all lames
Jump jump when that bass thump
Won't cha forget about everything that made you wanna jump in a lake
And swim to the bottom and never see the light of the day
I promise it only gets better so hang in
One with the thought of a way to transcend and make it off of earth
Sing all the sheeple into the gates and watch them beg for your mercy
Stuck in between the lesser of 2 evils and Satan himself
Start askin questions before its too late and you can't save yourself
Why settle for the worst shit When we all stuck in the middle of the bullshit
Look up to God
All the sudden now you thinkin that youre told a solution
Really wanna make me think I ain't gotta do shit but pray
God ain't gonna be the one to say put his teeth in the curb and stomp away |
octoberfest | x3
We got no rules in here
One by one, we're losing here
Reckless, stressed, and super weird
With heavy heads as souvenirs
Bobby bananas foster
Intense like a campers crossword
Slicker than some pants he bought for
Dinner with the Manson lawyers
Dippin' on some two-for-Tuesdays
In excess of the moody bluejays
A dead limb from a jewel removed
Way back when he used to make suits with Kool-Aid
Cold cuts with the Blair Witch spare rib
Post up with the Maryland Terrapins
Donuts in the derelict airship
That he stole in a moment of some barely-there shit
Spit take the tobacco cancer
Switch blades with a pack of panthers
Just wait 'til the captain answers
And we all give way to the jack-o-lanterns
Naughty nurses cursing loudly
Gassed up from the bourbon bounty
Like she don't give a burp about me
But she still get low by Bergen county
Let me clear my name and bury
This hatchet in your caged canary
With a cape and hair piece
Buenos Aires like ‘Collect call for Agent Clarice’
Hey motherfucker (x9)
This year halloween fell on a weekend
Vacate shells in a heat lamp
Free man teeth on a five finger meal plan
Knight might go Sistine with his free hand
King of the keypad, egad
Please be careful
Can't trust Weasley or werewolf
Batman, yoda, luigi, scarecrow
Out from an evening of air holes
Into the fray, deadly dipshits
Raised on blades in a red delicious
In the end it wasn't about pez and licorice
It was children engaged in obsessive mischief
Like black Jansport crammed with an arsenal
Of egg cartons and barbasol
You're in the army now
A hierarchy of hazing
Partly a comrade, partly a play thing
Heart with a place for the guard
Who execute grace with a X-ed out face
Still, even at the mercy of beautiful masks
Here's how I further detach
Under a burgundy moon
Out from the wings
Off with the veil
Off with the skin
Tossing his bones in the wind
Everbody goes home in the end
x4 |
the ride | I hate when, I hate when people say they feel me man
I hate that shit
It’ll be a long time before y'all feel me, if ever
For real
You won’t feel me 'till everybody
Say they love you, but it’s not love
And your suit is oxblood
And the girl you fucking hates you
And your friends faded off shots of
What you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend's ass keep getting thicker than a plot does
And when you forget it, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of Dolce, that shit's right up your alley
You see a girl and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It’s feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, they just keep on
Saying that they feel you, nigga
I've been faded too long
I've been faded too long
I've been faded too long
Why won't it stop? The ride
Why won't it stop? The ride
You won't feel me til you want it so bad you tell yourself you’re in it
And tell the world around you that your paperwork is finished
And steal your mother's debit cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted
You need a minute? You got it
You know it's real when your latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that's just a way of life
Apartment 1503: some couches and paintings
When you record with two others that want the same things
It start to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night, you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone bills
But shit, you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs in hopes that you could be the nigga
And come out every night to let the city see they nigga
Telling stories that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you
They just keep on telling you they feel you, nigga
I've been faded too long
I've been faded too long
I've been faded too long
Why won't it stop? The ride
Why won't it stop? The ride
I haven't been inside Terminal 1 and 3 in so long
I’m driving right up to it now
Make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially after summer's rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking whats good at home
What's good at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas popping M’s and sipping dirty jones
Problem children that all be repping October's Own
Brand new girl and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches still showing
Yeah, and she just praying that it heals good
I’m bout to fuck and I’m just praying that it feels good
I really don’t know much but, shit, I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga don’t believe it
I mean, sure, there’s some bills and taxes I’m still evading
But I blew six million on myself and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season ticket holder
Season switching over
I come through them bitches
Still scorching as if I didn’t notice
You niggas getting older, I see no threat in Yoda
I’m out here messing over the lives of these niggas
That couldn’t fuck with my freshman floater (flow ta)
Look at that fucking chip on your nephew's shoulder
My sophomore, I was all for it, they all saw it
My juniors and senior will only get meaner
Take care, nigga
I've been faded too long
I've been faded too long
I've been faded too long
Why won't it stop? The ride
Why won't it stop? The ride |
heisman | Bitch, I’m Honey Cocaine bout to bring in some pain
All my haters like a choir they all singing my name
Ain't got a heart for a broad thats the rule of the game
Now you a fool if you aim, I’ll put a tool to ya brain
I’m bout to get it, then spend it if I said it I meant it
Fuck your feelings, taste my weapons act like a bitch I’ll erase yo blessings yo
You are not familiar with me if you caught makin a move bitch your visitor is me
Ahh, its that drop top Phantom chop all gold Rolly clock
Fuck yo fans, fuck a cop all my bitches Betty bops
Betty Boop tittys out gangsta shit punch you in yo mouth
Nigga I dont know what you talkin bout
Flossin now you need denist now auugh
Fuck around and Rodney King the beat ’bout that war like Vietnemese
Feeling froggy nigga leap, Im that nigga, you obselete
I’m in the game you know P-T, R-E-C my swa-a-g
Only way you copying me nigga
Asian bitch on another degree
Give me some space move off my place bitch I’m just trynna breathe
Now if you see me around your ways dont holla at me
I just can't waste all my time cause I be eating these beats
Listen you rats here just a count for me you ain't me homie you just act like me
Well you should watch your actions please cause there might be some casualties (auugh)
They about to witness it, last kings but Im still on my queen shit (schwag)
Aim at yo membrane just for saying im insane and yo girl give me neck
Hang man I ain't playing I never did lie lay around and open yo thighs
Nigga gone pop like fish gone fry, niggas talking greasy like the shit gone slide
Wow high 5 slap yo face, change yo disguise
I work hard for the money, money dont never come in yo life
A bastard right when you lie everybody wanna be just like
Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes, young young ty T-Raww need a heisman AUGH!
Honey Cocaine! |
overload | Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know I'm not weak, these heavy thoughts
They been on my mind, oh, I
I got cargo with me
All these memories feel
Like a thousand pounds, oh my
In my bed trying to sleep
The ceiling lowers down
I feel it on me now
I been moving buses, further and further
I just can't do this alone
I just can't do it alone
I been pulling airplanes, higher and higher
I just can't move them alone
And I just can't move them alone
It's too heavy for me
Overload, overload, overload
Take over for me
It's too heavy for me
Overload, overload, but no Superman will save me
But can somebody lend a hand it's too heavy for me
Overload, overload, overload
Drag my life along by the end of a rope
Trying to make by, I'm trying
On the other side, someone's tuggin' hard
They only getting stronger, oh, I
Balance bricks on shoulders
With the grit in my shoes
I'm not strong enough
Help me out, help me out
I been moving buses, further and further
I just can do this alone
I just can't do it alone
I been pulling airplanes, higher and higher
I just can't move them alone
And I just can't move them alone
It's too heavy for me
Overload, overload, overload, take over for me
It's too heavy for me
Overload, overload, but no Superman will save me
But can somebody lend a hand, it's too heavy for me
Overload, overload, overload
Take over for me, it's too heavy for me
Overload, overload, but no Superman will save me
But can somebody lend a hand it's too heavy for me
I been tryin to hold up the world with both my hands
Been holding the world in both my hands
Can't hold up the world
It's coming down, it's coming
Its too heavy for me
Overload, overload, overload, take over for me
Its too heavy for me
Overload, overload, but no Superman will save me
But can somebody lend a hand, it's too heavy for me
Overload, overload, overload
Overload, overload, overload |
en tus pupilas | Quand tu, quand tu me prends dans tes bras
Quand je regarde dans tes yeux
Je vois que Dieu existe
C'est pas dur d'y croire
Antes de conocerte el mundo era plano
Aunque lo discuta usted Señor Galilei
Y me cansé de besar ranas en vano
Pero el príncipe azul jamás no encontré
Y así llegaste tú devolviéndome la fe
Sin poemas y sin flores
Con defectos, con errores pero en pie
Y siento algo en ti, algo entre los dos
Que me hace insistir
Cuando miro en tus pupilas sé que Dios no dejó de existir
Y siento algo en ti, algo entre los dos
Que me hace insistir
Cuando miro en tus pupilas sé que Dios no dejó de existir
Tú lo haces vivir
Tú lo haces vivir
La vida es una colección de recuerdos
Pero a nadie como tu recuerdo tan bién
Desde la redondez que tienen tus labios
Al olor de tu pelo, al color de tu piel
No pienses que te iras y me voy a resignar
Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado
Entre lo mundano y lo sagrado y aún más
Y siento algo en ti, algo entre los dos
Que me hace insistir
Cuando miro en tus pupilas sé que Dios no dejó de existir
Y siento algo en ti, algo entre los dos
Que me hace insistir
Cuando miro en tus pupilas sé que Dios no dejó de existir
Tú lo haces vivir
Tú lo haces vivir
Quand tu, quand tu me prends dans tes bras
Quand je regarde dans tes yeux
Je vois que Dieu existe
C'est pas dur d'y croire
Y siento algo en ti
Y siento algo en ti
Y siento algo en ti, algo en ti |
dont make me do it | Funk Flex, it's We the Best Music
Ayo Vado, Welcome to the team
They light some kush off in the air right now, right now
For my niggas out at loss and the ones who down to ride, drinks up (drinks up)
Free my niggas (free my niggas)
We getting money, screaming fuck you and your feelings
Don't make me do it, (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it, (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it (Don't make me do it)
Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, I would die for my niggas
Go to war for my brother and thats word to my momma, Don't make me do it
It's cool Mo push D in the wild wild west
All the ballers respect me like world wide west
Denim supply vest, I bet your girl slide next
Chanel hoodie is what you think you fly, uhm yes
Don't make me do it, bang bang when that thang' rang
Squeeze the lev' when that thang' aim
Jesus head when that chain hang
We the best in that name rang
My same gang, straight champagne
Like fuck you and your campaign
My shoe strangs' and my nuts hang
Ya'll don't get it, this shit is nothing to me
I don't go get it , I get it coming to me
You blow go vivid built like a hummer to me
No Diggy, have a reverend the day you run into me
They light some kush off in the air right now, right now
For my niggas out at loss and the ones who down to ride, drinks up (drinks up)
Free my niggas (free my niggas)
We getting money, screaming fuck you and your feelings
Don't make me do it, (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it, (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it (Don't make me do it)
Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, I would die for my niggas
Go to war for my brother and thats word to my momma, Don't make me do it
I say, fuck all that talking, my money do that
Getting some head in the back of the back
Still I'm gon' ride with that strap on my lap and some whip in that lac' that's a matter of fact
Still smoking on that good good
Nail a bitch with this good wood
Fuck around with my people dog and it's death row like that nigga Suge
Say long money, tour bus
Eat a rapper like cold cuts
Make a check and I blow it all and its fuck a hater like 4 sluts
I'm on one in that 2 door
Top gone I keep em' off
80 gram for that cube floor, my pockets fatter than sumo
I do it, I make a movie
All this ice around my collar got me cooling (BLING BLOW!)
I say now I am my brothers keeper, blood is right up under my sneakers
Balling hard, you stuck in the bleachers
We the best it's nice to meet you
They light some kush off in the air right now, right now
For my niggas out at loss and the ones who down to ride, drinks up (drinks up)
Free my niggas (free my niggas)
We getting money, screaming fuck you and your feelings
Don't make me do it, (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it, (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it (Don't make me do it)
Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, I would die for my niggas
Go to war for my brother and thats word to my momma, Don't make me do it
Oh lord, I'm feeling myself
I’m in the big boy fiddling with the suicide door I’m killing myself
Got a bad Bitch with me and a brand new semi that’s still in my belt
I ain’t feeling these niggas I’m grilling these niggas I’ll kill ‘em myself
Hold up she pop molly pop that pussy
He puffs loud we pop that pussy
That’s your chick? I got that pussy
I treat that shit like project pussy
Like hold up sipping on lean we pour up
Ask your main Bitch, yeah, she know us
These niggas ain’t wanna see me blow up
Pocket full of green like a four leaf clover
Hold up wait I walk in this bitch I fuck shit up and I leave gone
Hold up wait I walk to his bitch start talking that shit and she’s gone
Back to crib kicking him out
I’m dicking her down and I’m kicking her out
Free all my niggas I wish they was out
The best in me and I’m getting them out
They light some kush off in the air right now, right now
For my niggas out at loss and the ones who down to ride, drinks up (drinks up)
Free my niggas (free my niggas)
We getting money, screaming fuck you and your feelings
Don't make me do it, (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it, (Don't make me do it)
Don't make me do it (Don't make me do it)
Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, I would die for my niggas
Go to war for my brother and thats word to my momma, Don't make me do it
I fly the birds in like the Falcons man don’t make me do it
I’ll wet your crib up have you ducking man don’t make me do it
I get higher than Buddy Williams man don’t make me do it
Every time we pull up like a dealer
Don’t make me do it
Money over bitches man they made me do it
Youngest coldest nigga man they made me do it
Told your bitch “what your twerking with?“ made her do it
I’m talking hit after hit man they made me do it
I be thinking ‘bout the next shit that make me do it
Then I turn into the next like you made me do it
You heard Flex dropping bombs streets made him do it
We The Best Coke Boyz man you made us do it |
remember this | Yeah, they say when you grow up
You'll understand when you're older
Guess I'm still a kid, I don't know if
If I'll ever let go of this (Yeah)
Say goodbye to the old me
We ain't friends anymore, you don't know me (Real music)
I know I could die any moment
If I do just remember this
Yeah, handouts create lazy people I'm not impressed with
You want something in life, then why don't you go and get it?
Actions speak louder than words do, it's pretty quiet, isn't it?
Look at the world we live in, defined by comment sections (Whoa)
Surround yourself with people that challenge how you think
Not people that nod their head and act like they agree
Those people will cut you open just to watch you bleed
Always be yourself, not the person that you pretend to be, no!
These people gon' tell you that you won't ever make it
Then when you do, they gon' say they knew you were goin' places
That's just how it works, next thing you know you'll be overrated
Hearing people say they miss the "old you," it's crazy, ain't it?
And perfect people don't exist, so don't pretend to be one
I don't need pats on the back from people for my achievements
When I die I wanna know that I lived for a reason
Anyone can take your life, but not what you believe in; no
Yeah, they say when you grow up
You'll understand when you're older
Guess I'm still a kid, I don't know if
If I'll ever let go of this
Say goodbye to the old me
We ain't friends anymore, you don't know me
I know I could die any moment
If I do just remember this
Yeah, don't take opinions from people that won't listen to yours
If money's where you find happiness, you'll always be poor
If you don't like the job you have, then what do you do it for?
The cure to pain isn't something you buy at liquor stores, nah
The real you is not defined by the size of your office
The real you is who you are when ain't nobody watchin'
You spend your whole life worried about what's in your wallet
For what? That money won't show up in your coffin, woo!
Yeah, anger's a liar, he ain't got no respect
I fell in love with my pain and I slept with my regrets
Happiness saw it happen, maybe that's why she up and left
Joy called me a cheater, said she ain't coming back
I've always had a problem with relationships
But that's what happens when you see the world through a broken lens
Mistakes can make you grow, that doesn't mean you're friends
Who you are is up to you, don't leave it up to them, no
Yeah, they say when you grow up
You'll understand when you're older
Guess I'm still a kid, I don't know if
If I'll ever let go of this
Say goodbye to the old me
We ain't friends anymore, you don't know me
I know I could die any moment
If I do just remember this
Yeah, they say you got into music, you signed up to be hated
That's kinda weird 'cause I don't remember signing my name up
Coming from people that give advice but never take none
I like my privacy, but, lately, I feel it's invaded
I heard that life's too short, don't let it pass you by
We waste a lot of time crying over wasted time
It's not about what people think, it's how you feel inside
My biggest failures in life are knowing I never tried, woo!
I look at the world from a different angle
People change; even Satan used to be an angel
Think twice before you're bitin' on the hand that made you
Don't believe what you believe just 'cause that's how they raised you
Think your own thoughts, don't let them do it for you
Say you want a drink, don't wait for people to pour it on you
Cut out the liars, stay close to people you know are loyal
Grab your own glass and fill it, don't let your fear destroy you, woo! |
black beatles | Black Beatles in the city
Be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
(Ear Drummers)
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn't receive 'em
But you said you didn't need 'em (Mike WiLL!)
That girl is a real crowd pleaser (oh yeah)
Small world, all her friends know of me (know me)
Young bull livin' like an old geezer (ah)
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly (slowly)
Frat girls still tryna get even (get even)
Haters mad for whatever reason (yeah, yeah)
Smoke in the air, binge drinking (oh, oh)
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle (remember)
Getting so gone I'm not blinkin'
What in the world was I thinkin'?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothin' to explain
I'm a fuckin' black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin' John Lennon lenses, like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screamin', "Everybody's famous!"
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rollin'
She think she love me, I think she trollin'
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly (slowly)
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke ho can only point me to a rich ho
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb', red light go
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There's so much money on the floor we buyin' school clothes
Why you bring the money machine to the club for?
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I Eurostep past a hater like I'm Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
Like Chapo servin' llello to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
She's a good teaser, and we blowin' reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don't fuck with me, I'll break your heart, baby
D&G on me, I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I'm tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I'm rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I'm rich, I'm still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like it's still the 80s
I've been blowin' OG Kush, I feel a lil' sedated
I can't worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle |
chanel | 30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Hey, hey, ouh, ouh!
Mike Will Made-It
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, 'cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, 'cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fire (she's fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (that's right)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (she's fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (that's right)
Go on, drop a dub, she's a dime (she a dime)
I don't give a damn 'bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what's her sign (what's your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what's her sign (girl, what's your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don't want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I'm a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, 'cause you fly (dang)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, 'cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, 'cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (she's fire)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (that's right)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (she's fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (that's right)
How'd I get rich already? (ready)
Polka dot watch, that's messy (messy)
Lookin' at my wrist and it's frightening (frightening)
I'ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I'ma walkin' dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain't fly, that's a lie (that's a lie)
Jxmmi got 'em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain't got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin' right at me (yeah)
I'm a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the "B" is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin', baby, what's your hobbies? (woo!)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, 'cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, 'cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (she's fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (that's right)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (she's fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (that's right)
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can't find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind 'cause if I don't it'll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R. with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y'all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin' something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there's no assumin', I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what's gettin' Karl on the line?
Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y'all niggas wanna be me
I'd say, "Y'all copy, un-needly" (yeah)
Wouldn't say, "You're bitin'", you're teethin' (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It's always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, 'til there's shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, 'cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, 'cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (she's fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (that's right)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (she's fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, 'cause she fine (that's right) |
ammunition | Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah
On every mission you know we ain’t missin', yeah
And you know we havin' ammunition, know my finger itchin'
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in, we were barely livin'
We were tryna get it, anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we havin' a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah
Okay, that Draco with that drum will leave a nigga numb, huh
Hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh
Like a pawn shop, thought I was with Jay the way my trunk rocked up
Big cuzz, cook it up, he say it’s all locked up
All heavy artillery, very high up at the embassy
The paralyzed feelin' me
Who is he? Pound the fliest nigga in town
Play ‘round with me at 12, by 3 he was found
Two, two, three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah, that’s a rebound
Caught her on the rebound
Might smoke a pound with Pound
A hundred rounds outta town
Like fifty thou' for my crown
I told him, boy, better not play son
Get your face done
All black, looking like Akon
With more than eight guns
Said these bullets bigger than Faizon
Livin' wet as a pond
Pull out that problem, give 'em somethin' to hate on
My nigga 'bout to beat the trial, yeah, they gon' hate on 'em
And if I want you dead, I get my boys to lay on 'em
Where I come from, niggas got a lot of hunger
If you got it, they gon' want you
So you gotta keep it on you
Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah
On every mission you know we ain’t missin', yeah
And you know we havin' ammunition, know my finger itchin'
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in, we were barely livin'
We were tryna get it, anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we havin' a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah
Drum, Draco holdin' a drum, nigga, we got plenty drums
Two, two, three got drums, nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga?
Yeah, if you ain’t from 'round here, you better not come, nigga, yeah
Balmain with them shines in 'em, know we ridin' with 'em
Probably never ride rental, only if we slidin' in ‘em, yeah
We got so many Glocks, three fifty-seven blocks
Three fifty-seven pops and everybody drops
You already know what’s happenin', hoe
Pull up with like twenty MACS like we robbed the Apple Store
Fill a nigga up with the pump like we in Amoco
Rapper of the year, slayin' trapper of the year, I get that pack, it disappear
Uh, see this the fastest one right here
And I don’t like to front, but yeah, my engine in the rear
If I get mentioned, then you killed
Big fence around the crib, I got your pension in my ear
Keep your distance, I don’t feel ya
Ayy, Pound got that AR and that R8
Know I’m in that i8 with that 308, don’t violate
Broad day, shootout broad day, we can go all day
I go to sleep, wake up the same way
Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah
On every mission you know we ain’t missin', yeah
And you know we havin' ammunition, know my finger itchin'
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in, we were barely livin'
We were tryna get it, anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we havin' a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah
Drum, Draco holdin' a drum, nigga, we got plenty drums
Two, two, three got drums, nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga?
We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga? |
medley for a v the pussy medley | Ayo, G-One, I've been listening to this nigga Quik album
And he ain't got no songs about the pussy
You know that nigga gotta have something about the pussy on
This shit, you feel me?
And I'm just that nigga to beat the pussy up
So, uh, if you feel me like I feel you, ya know what I'm sayin'
Let me get a little piece of this thang here like that there
Trip...
Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P
Beat that pussy 'til it's soft and mushy
I love that bushy, and most niggas still do
Unless that bitch shit smells like mildew
We'll do damn near anything to get it
And once I got it, I'm outtie, I stay 'bout it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed
To give your little thick ass what you need
Gangsta gangsta, I'll make ya cootie cat scream
Didn't I turn ya on like a phone?
You lovin' that Doggy Dogg meaty bone
When ya moan, ya whole voice tone
Make me wanna put my bizalls in ya jizaws, and y'all
Know what I'm gettin' at, I'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck, trick; so what's up, bitch? (biotch)
See as long as my muthafuckin' dick get hard
And I got a million dollars banked out on my credit card
No disrespect or no disregard
But I'm hoppin' for that pussy like they used to hop for cars
My nigga DJ Q told me come on through
'Cause he got a gang of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
That's right down the street from Compton
I pop in the liquor store to grab some hay
A bag of ice, some blue dice, and some Cognac
Yeah, the pussy's good
Especially when it's from a whole 'nother neighborhood
How good do it get when you on that G shit?
I'm strokin' that pussy 'til that bitch seasick
We dick bitches down and that's Rule #3 in the Dogg Pound
Bitch, drawers down!
We won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this (What you say?)
I said we won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
You can't be, can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate
Uhh, baby, let's sip wine while we 6-9
I'll slide on this rubber and we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke and my ass got smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat, uhh
Snoop hit it then I hit it too
Aww yeah, little bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout you
Now all you ever do is sit around and boo-hoo
Talkin' 'bout, "Hi-C, I loved-ed-ed you!"
She said, "Where ya been?"; I said, "In ya mouth"
If you're lookin' for love then take me down south
And I'll tell you all the things to make ya laugh and giggle
While I insert my eight inch shaft up in your tender vittles
A hot pocket, Snoop Dogg told me to stop it
He heard me in the other room bangin' her womb
And baby better do me like I'm one in a million
Check yo' feelings, and point that ass to the ceiling
'Cause I'm the "dick 'em down king"; call me on the celly, let it ring
And prepare your lips for the ding-ding
And if you got some friends, let 'em bend on over
While I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish and you want, but this dick you're gonna meet
Hit your elbows and knees and spread your booty cheeks
And call me Daddi with a "I"
Girl, you're doin' everything by the book
Nate Dogg, tell 'em how she looked
Girl, you're lookin' fine, so fine
I wonder if you'd like to take the time to grind
If so, why don't you leave with me today, let's play
This game I call it touch a secret place, let's play
See, first I just grab ya from behind ya mine
And then I just push until I find that line
By now, I know you've came a couple of times, that's fine
As long as you know I have to leave in time
You can't be...You can't be, can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate
You can't be, can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate
Now ain't nothin' like tight pussy on my dick
It's the Gangsta D, baby, never saved a trick
Got a harem full of hoes, mashin' to the studio
For all my niggas, you will get busy, ho
Now the first bitch she want dick to the tonsils
My second and third wanna fuck on the console
My fourth start to leak like the dookie chute shot
While my money-maker walking the stroll for my knot
Got that bitch mouth smellin' like fresh cock
Young twat—if I can smell it, I'mma tell ya to get going
With a douche pack, you're makin' my nose react
Reekin' but that ain't tweed or no yak
More like 25 pounds of get back
And I can tell by ya walk, it's talk back
But if that ain't yo' case, let me take a ride
On your love rollercoaster, pull them panties aside
KK
I'mma lean it to the left and to the right
And I'mma make ya scream and holla for more
And I bet you when I'm in it, you can't help but to admit it
You ain't never came this good before
Chevis-Regal got my dick so hard
I ain't gon' make it to the house because that's too far
Mr. Quik give me the keys to the Benzo
So I can hit it right here on the E-Lo Haaaaa Baaaaby
I'mma get some pussy tonight, soon as you turn off the light
I'mma get some pussy tonight, soon as you turn off the light
I'mma get some pussy tonight, soon as you turn off the light
I'mma get some pussy tonight, soon as you turn off the light
Ha ha
Now I be still be knocking bitches like it ain't shit
Almost 10 years later but I still slang dick
And my penis, is like Venus, it's far away
And it's not butter, baby, more like Parkay
As we bounce to the city that you, used to know
The CPT with AMG, and all the bitches roll
We gon' be fly all the way G-ride
As we dip-dip-di, I shoot it in your eye
'Cause pussy ain't a thang to me
And my nuts when, they hang, they be okay to me
'Cause I'm a fly type of nigga; yeah, it's bigger
If you seen it on the muthafuckin microscope, it's bigger
Ha-ah-ah-ahahahah, in reverse like a muthafucka
Watching muthafuckas crash on that ass
Police videos, fuckin' all these hoes
I don't sunset with the hoes and shit
The pimps, girls, and the prostitutes
The prostitutes running from the police
It ain't nothing but a three P on me
Mr. Dante, baby, don't you see
Can we flip, flip the shit back over let me hear it
I like the reverse, sounding good in my ear
Crazy, this shit is crazy |
valley girls | Good Morning Mimosa
Cocktails in the summer afternoon
Spent the evening hung over
Champagne for the night time blues
Cause I got a new girl
She's nothin' like you
She don't do anything like you used to do
And I miss the thunder, in California
All the glory and wonder
Where's the southern comfort
In the winter my brother he said man fuck her find another
Keep your head up, this is summer
Funny how I had that same younger attitude
My mother said don't rush to be grown
Cause them valley girls will always have some growin' up to do
I ain't lookin' for lookin' for love
Just lookin' for someone to fuck
I ain't lookin' for lookin' for love
I don't need none of that
Cause I can't wait for you
Can't stay for you, won't change for you
And I don't want the same things as you
Not chasin' you, not blamin' you
But I don't want the same things
And forever goes a long way
I'm usually patient
I'm tired of waiting all the time
Usually faded all the time
I ain't lookin' for lookin' for love
Just want you to want you to know
I'm just lookin' for lookin' for somebody to fuck
Just for the night, I swear
I swear
If all you want is a quick fuck
Then let's go
Then let's go
Then let's go
Then let's go (then)
Then let's go
Cause I can't wait for you
Can't stay for you, won't change for you
And I don't want the same things as you
Not chasin' you, not blamin' you
But I don't want the same things
No I don't want the same things
I don't want the same things
I ain't lookin' for lookin' for love
I'm just lookin' for lookin' for drugs
Just lookin' for lookin' for drugs
Just lookin' for lookin' for drugs
Lookin' for lookin' for drugs
I'm just lookin' for lookin' for drugs |
brand new | Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah
Dolla got sex appeal, yeah
Dolla keep it way too real
Dolla ain't got no chill
Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah
Dolla bought a brand new watch
Dolla might run from the cops
Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah
Dolla might sip some Henny
Dolla just count a milli
Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla gonna get his money
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Dolla getting money, aw yeah
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
Cam bought a brand new Benz
Cam fucked a girl and her friend
Cam's all about his ends
Cam got the OG Kush with the tan
Cam bought a bus for the fam
Cam came up from a van
Cam got tats on his hands
Most call me Wiz but the hoes call me Cam
Cam got businesses
When it's done, Cam don't leave witnesses
Cam got bitches, kid
Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it
Cam never gon' stop
Cam never gon' flop
Cam never gon' fuck with a cop
Cam always on top
Cam always in the room with somebody else girl with the door locked
And they don't really like 'em
But they all fuck with Cam
Cam got the keys to the Lamb
Cam blow trees like it's legal again
Cam always on the flight with a certified freak
That's who get up on her knees when we land
That's your girlfriend?
Bet she won't be no more if you leave her with Cam
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla met a bitch on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla made a mil on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the cover of The Source
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the XXL
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
(Cam did too, Cam did too) |
silence | Yeah, I'd rather be a lover than a fighter (Fighter)
'Cause all my life, I've been fighting
Never felt a feeling of comfort, oh
And all this time, I've been hiding
And I never had someone to call my own, oh nah
I'm so used to sharing
Love only left me alone
But I'm at one with the silence
I found peace in your violence
Can't tell me there's no point in trying
I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long
I found peace in your violence
Can't tell me there's no point in trying
I'm at one, and I've been silent for too long
I've been quiet for too long
I've been quiet for too long
I found peace in your violence
Can't tell me there's no point in trying
I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long
I'm in need of a savior (Savior), but I'm not asking for favors
My whole life, I've felt like a burden
I think too much, and I hate it
I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring
Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here in the silence
I found peace in your violence
Can't tell me there's no point in trying
I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long
I found peace in your violence
Can't tell me there's no point in trying
I'm at one, and I've been silent for too long
I've been quiet for too long
I've been quiet for too long
I found peace in your violence
Can't tell me there's no point in trying
I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long |
ive been | I've been lost (Ayy)
I've been lost
I've been lost for some time
For some time
I've been lost
I've been lost
Lost, for some time, for some time
For some time, for some time
Ah
Wake up this mornin', need a new dose of Truth (Uh)
Yesterday, my cup was full
Then it leaked, then it leaked, all on the floor
Before I could sip it, I slipped and I broke my head
Cracked my skull open
Saw my thoughts rollin'
Save my prayers, dawg, word to Hulk Hogan
Thought you straight edge, now they all smokin'
A hunnid tokens cost 20 dollars at the arcade
That'll last me like all day
Playin' NFL Blitz and NBA Jam
"He's on fire!" not like Satan
Went to college, got an MBA, fam
I don't trust 'em, get an NDA man
Envy, hate and jealousy, that's a bad combo
I lost my watch, where the time go?
God reign supreme, Jebbia made the poncho
I been sick, get this Sancocho
I been wobblin', wobblin' like the beat does
I got a whole lotta problem but I know He love me
Just like this, I come like this, the NRA stuck to my gun like this
Come out and play-ayy
Rain would you please come back on another day-ayy (Boo)
Alright, I can't sing, well don't that stink (Uh)
That's why I keep the autotune on deck
But lately I've been thinkin' my flaws are something that's fresh (Uh)
I hope I get the benefit of the doubt
I need a minute just to figure this out
Hold up
Andy Mineo, where are you? |
the woods | I wanna dedicate this song to that special chick
(Did you hear that?)
Trippy chick...
When we go walking in the woods
Nobody can hear us
And you could be as freaky as you should
I love you at your weirdest
Unleash the animal, hear my mating call
I want you to be fearless
When we go walking in the woods
A natural experience
Go ahead...
Hey baby let's fly away to a private place
So far away we get high and feel that we out of space
She keep looking back at it, we keep grinding like jack rabbits
All she want is this pipe, I turn her into a crack addict
Ain't nothing that a nigga can't afford
Louis, Gucci or Chanel, I'll buy the store
You and me on a new beach, sippin' champagne
Making love on a island resort
No need to pack luggage, hope on the jet like "fuck it"
I got everything you want and you need, I guarantee you'll love it
She the baddest woman you ever seen, she belong with King Magazine
You might seen her on a movie screen, she's so dope now I'm her fiend
Just thinking about her I don't need a buzz
We party hard, we don't need a club
Bring your passport we're making love in Persia on a Persian rug
When we go walking in the woods
Nobody can hear us
And you could be as freaky as you should
I love you at your weirdest
Unleash the animal, hear my mating call
I want you to be fearless
When we go walking in the woods
A natural experience
Go ahead...
I got a Rolls-Royce baby that's yours
I got a private jet baby that's yours
I'm balling baby, what's mine is yours
You can have all that and even more
I got a black card, go on a shopping spree
I buy you so much ice, girl you can ski
Your old man tryna lock you down
Come with Juicy J and you'll be free
She got her own, she independent
We at the lake, she skinny dipping
In the hotel we wake the neighbors
They knocking like Jehovah's Witness
Girl we can kick every chop karate
Out on my yacht we go island shopping
Back to my suite, ten grand a night
Just me and you, it's a private party
She's sent from heaven, mayne
She needs wings on her
I might have to put a ring on her
Damn she so bad, damn she so thick
I wonder how she fit jeans on it
For me she unleash her inner animal when we meet
And she a lady off in the streets
But a beast when we're in the sheets
When we go walking in the woods
Nobody can hear us
And you could be as freaky as you should
I love you at your weirdest
Unleash the animal, hear my mating call
I want you to be fearless
When we go walking in the woods
A natural experience
Go ahead... |
no love remix | First I, stop it, then I drop it, then I cock another heater pop another leader
From another clique that thought he was a creature, that could never never
Ever ever ever ever get his shit popped off GET HIS BLOCK KNOCKED OFF
When a nigga come and when a nigga front gotta give it to em good
Give a nigga what he want, and if a nigga act up shoot em in the hand
In the face, in the stomach in the foot, or the heart (LOVE)
You don't want it homie you don't wanna start
Especially when a motherfucker see the gun fire spark
*You don't want no problems*
When I got the gun up in your mouth, I make a nigga gun talk
Bus Rhymes Reek
I'mma hit em in the front homie hit em in the back
Keep on hittin that nigga in the chest cavity
Till that motherfucker lay down flat
**Freeze motherfucker look**
Trust me I'mma make a nigga sit still
Anytime I gotta defend the food nigga
It don't matter what it is homie I will
Beat a nigga till your brother can't figure it out
Or i-dentify the mother fucker on the real
Word on everything a nigga really love
It don't matter who it is homie I kill
But now I'm finally waking up outta the dream
And I realize that life is so beautiful
And I ain't gotta put my hand on a nigga
Unless its definitely necessary otherwise it's unsuitable
Going through a lot of different little things
That make a nigga wanna go and wanna get in
When I bring couple goons, that can handle couple situations
And I let 'em eliminate all the bullshit so I can SING
Run though every city, run though every state
Though we get a lot of love I love to get a lot of hate
Though the ones who will try to hate will start to love
Cause it's undeniable that everything I do is great
Even when I do it wrong I'mma share it in a song
And I question is it worth it in the end all along
I guess I gotta die first return reincarnated
Just to really witness it in another form
But until that time I'll embellish it and shine
While I set in wit' the grind
Give me credit when it's mine boy I dead it like a nine millimeter
See the sign and the heater that I'm givin all my people get in line now
Yeah, for the ones that hate or try to stop my growth in the light from above
When I fight I hold a grudge it's a Kanye shrug
See the way I make 'em bug motherfucker don't no Love |
rella | I fucked this flow
This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit
Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it
I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen
She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather Vans
Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your courtesy
Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets
Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagant
Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw
Bitches shit in my drawers like you piss in my drawers
Nigga my dick's in her jaw
I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple
Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple
Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson
Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons
African drums for when the champ come, bitch
Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself
Opposition who? Nigga reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth
Wolves are prowling, hunger at its fucking best
I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread
Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head
Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig
Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead
Oh shit, yo bitch, look at how I'm doing you
Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful
Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews
Is why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual
Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops
The fortress is fortified (bitch)
Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live
Bitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly
I'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis
Knock-knock, who's there? It's me
Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)
I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife
Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar!)
Nigga, don't believe me, kiss your lady
And boy, you're gonna get them heebie jeebies?
Nigga, my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy
51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?
Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney
See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)
I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)
Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
I'm, out this bitch like "hocus pocus!"
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with some bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples
Then my dick went limp so, took about three pills of Extenzo
Now my dick's longer than a five-door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from Kimbo on PCP and cilantro
When I'm with your bitch I'm like, "Where my dick go?"
Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole
Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada
It seems that I'm product placement but I'm not I'm just fuckin' awesome
Yo mama look like a ugly (Fuck you) loser |
please stop touching my willy | I'm so angry
I'm very very angry
Oooh I'm angry
I'm very very angry, oooh
Please leave me alone
Or I'll tell the teacher, oooh
Please leave me alone
Or I'll tell the teacher, oooh!
(My name's Jeff)
Please stop touching my willy
(My name's Jeff)
It really really hurts |
we got it | Lil Boat
Let's go you
OG Parker, oh damn
Big Rich, Lil Boat, King Rich, uh, woah, woah, woah
3600 that's in my left pocket
Young nigga ballin' John Stockton
You not poppin', stop it
I take off just like a lil rocket
My dick in her throat if she don't tell me stop it
Hittin' that bitch in the back of the Bentley
Balmains got a semi
Flexin' you act like you got it
Stop it, walk in the club with the pocket rocket
Damn, walk in the club with the auto spitter
My bitch don't use no filter
Came in the club with bout 60 goons
And they all keep tools, Bob the Builder
Make 'em sing like Aretha Franklin
Youngest nigga in the world bankin'
Hundred racks, I got it on me like a bottle of paint
Double cup poured up, I'm on Easter pink
And it ain't no fun if the gang can't hit it
That's your ho on the perc, pussy good come with it
Damn that ho a little thottie she fucked on my bro
24 inches, I sit above the floor
In another country with Lil Rich here, we shoppin' at different stores
I know you niggas tryna figure out where we got this shit
26 goin' nigga rich
Back to the thottie, I'm breakin' her body
Switch it then pass her to Lil Yachty
Over sea bitch, got her on her knees
100 bands, can't sit on double Gs
That's your ho but I took her to the trap
Maserati, don't ask me how I got it
Don't ask me how I got it, pull off in the Audi
Pussy nigga, diamonds lookin' cloudy
Fresh off the boat, we got it fresh off the boat
Lil Boat, Lil Richy, diamonds on diamonds and bitches on bitches
Fresh off the boat, we got it fresh off the boat
Young rich niggas, 100's 20's 50's we got it straight off the boat
Fresh off the boat, we got it fresh off the boat
Lil Boat, Lil Richy, diamonds on diamonds and bitches on bitches
Fresh off the boat, we got it fresh off the boat
Young rich niggas, 100's 20's 50's we got it straight off the boat
Whole lotta money on me right now
Pop a molly tear the dome right down
I'ma fuck your bitch, put her on TMZ
She gon' pop the pussy on DVD
Woah, I stole the bitch heart and I'm CDG
Triple them sweaters, I get bitches wetter
She gon' come with me cause she think Lil Boat better
I'm ballin' so hard my whip is basketball leather
10 chains, 12 chains on me right now
Drop a baby in the pot
Grab it put it on a boat
El Chapo with the dope
Rich nigga, I'ma flex on you broke niggas
I get it straight out the drop
.40 cal, I'ma pop
The chopper, it'll take off your top
Fresh off the boat, we got it fresh off the boat
Lil Boat, Lil Richy, diamonds on diamonds and bitches on bitches
Fresh off the boat, we got it fresh off the boat
Young rich niggas, 100's 20's 50's
We got it straight off the boat
Fresh off the boat, we got it fresh off the boat
Lil Boat, Lil Richy, diamonds on diamonds and bitches on bitches
Fresh off the boat, we got it fresh off the boat
Young rich niggas, 100's 20's 50's
We got it straight off the boat
Fresh off the boat, we got it fresh off the boat
Lil Boat, Lil Richy, diamonds on diamonds and bitches on bitches
Fresh off the boat, we got it fresh off the boat
Young rich niggas, 100's 20's 50's
We got it straight off the boat |
are you with me | What's her name (Jasmine)
I met a couple like you before
You original though, yeah
Nigga, Rockie checkin' in (Jasmine)
Shit kinda got a ring to it
Fuck with the swag, ride with me
Are you with me Jasmine?
Won't you let me in?
Won't you let me over?
I could pour a love Gin
Are you with me Jasmine?
Won't you let me in?
Won't you let me over?
I could pour a love Gin
[Post-Chorus: Rockie Fresh (Ed Sheeran)
You know I love it when you dance for me (Jasmine)
But I hate when you make plans for me
Cause a youngin' wanna do what he wanna do
Yeah, now you one of the baddest alive (Jasmine)
You made me take a shot, and straight swallow my pride
I wanna push all these other hoes to the side
It's two seats in the whip if you ready to ride, yeah
So fly that your lows are my ceilings
I just wanna buy you heels and give you sexual healing
understand I'm too willing
And I don't like to argue when I'm smoking and chillin'
Cause nowadays anger's crazy as well
But I been raised well, I'm the son of Michelle
Eyes bout to be ahead, and taught never to tell
I'm slept on, so right now my name might not ring a bell
But pretty soon, by next June, they all gon' be on me (Jasmine)
So if you don't get it, still act like you know me
I'm only twenty-three with the whole world in front of me
And right here is where you wanna be
Are you with me Jasmine?
Won't you let me in?
Won't you let me over?
I could pour a love Gin
Are you with me Jasmine?
Won't you let me in?
Won't you let me over?
I could pour a love Gin
[Post-Chorus: Rockie Fresh (Ed Sheeran)
You know I love it when you dance for me (Jasmine)
But I hate when you make plans for me
Cause a youngin' wanna do what he wanna do
Now you say I know you better than you know yourself (Jasmine)
You say I give you feelings that you never felt
A cool nigga but in seconds I could make you melt (Jasmine)
So you buy me Gucci belts, Louis belts, Fendi belts
And we were slow dancing in the burner room (Jasmine)
While I was trying discrete to pass you was tryna jump the broom
A dirty game, the moment that we found the fame (Jasmine)
Instantly you just knew that that shit was gonna bring you pain
Let's just say that they game is color (Jasmine)
Good to know that you wasn't with me just for the money
Did we make this shit official? Was I really cheating?
Did I not let you kick it with your girlfriends every weekend?
I know we used to smoke together now, right now you tweaking
And yeah, I have my talents shawty, and you know she decent
Okay you know she bad, and yeah, I know you mad
But when we cross paths, I be missing every time he had
When I see you Jasmine, what's a boy to do?
Please come back to me, make my dreams come true
When it comes to heartbreak, what's a little girl like you?
When I'm close to her, make my dreams come true
Are you with me Jasmine?
Won't you let me in?
Won't you let me over?
I could pour a love Gin
Are you with me Jasmine?
Won't you let me in?
Won't you let me over?
I could pour a love Gin
[Post-Chorus: Rockie Fresh (Ed Sheeran)
You know I love it when you dance for me (Jasmine)
But I hate when you make plans for me
Cause a youngin' wanna do what he wanna do
You know I love it when you dance for me (Jasmine)
But I hate when you make plans for me
Cause a youngin' wanna do what he wanna do |
drunk demo | Travis Scott!
You know
Thugger, Thugger, nigga
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk (Hey!)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk (Ooh)
Twelve more hours left for us in a day
Call your friends and let's get drunk
I've been drinkin' all day, I've been floatin' all day (Yeah, ooh)
Call your friends and let's get drunk, hey!
Bring your ass over here now
You know where, how I stay
I've been gone for some time now
I just want a lil' taste (Yeah)
Mix it, mix it, pour (lean, lean)
Drinkin', sippin', slow (slow it down baby)
Lean so cold now, froze (pfff)
Froze, froze (Hey, chee chee chee chee)
Come on over, get drunk
Yeah, now my nigga wanna re-up (Aye)
Slide down, nigga, how it is
I've been dependent (what)
Biz up in the Bentley
Got a hundred bitches on the private
Another private lit, and all them fightin' in it (What!)
I'm the governor and the politician, you know (aye)
I've been gettin' hammered from the go
I've been in the fan for the smoke (SKRT SKRT!)
Yeah, ooh (what?)
Call your friends to get drunk
I need me a blunt (here)
One, two, three, and I'm gone (One, two, three, aye)
Find me up in the sun (skrt skrt)
Bitches up to something (fuck 'em)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk (Pull up baby! Aye)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk (Sheesh!)
Caress lil' mama for weed, and she did it for free
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Yeah that thing wet, baby, I need skis
Call your friends and let's get drunk (SKRT!)
Yeah I need to skeet, yeah, oh
Run it back from the track
Then I'ma speed race in that (SKRT!)
Lil' mama still got my back
Pull down your pants, I want crack
I'm growing weed, this ain't trees (Bitch)
My bitch brown like Hennessy (Bitch)
Big blood like Freddy in dreams (Bitch)
Dressed in a tie like the Dean (Bitch)
Drunk and in love with my baby
Baby do not go fast, go slow, wait (skrt skrt)
Tell me, tell me information, I got rank (tell me)
Let's take a shot together and then lay up like planks
Never ever, do I wanna leave my little lady
Patrón down, back down, they got a plan 'fore that boy wake
Told God if I get a iced out watch I won't be late (I promise)
Every time I try to stick it in all the way
Baby girl be like "aye aye aye, aye aye, aye aye"
Call your friends, let's get drunk (hold up)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk, hey |
who do you love | I'm that nigga with the plugs
I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs
I'm the nigga on the back street
With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
My Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the block
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
You that nigga on the low-low
You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
Niggas can't afford these
The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11
I call my homies, not 911
I'm the nigga with the juice
But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Champagne
Bitch, who do you love?
I got a shorty name Texas Syn
She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal
We turnt up in the studio late night
That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight
OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you
If you a player in the game, this should hold you
And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through
Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game
Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game
They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make
Did the motto, took a flight to the golden state
I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight
Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case
But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south
So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out
And my name too big, and my gang too big
Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
I'ma crush that ass even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big
Wassup
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the block
With the fat heat; run like athletes
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the block
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Nigga we straight and we hood
Ain't nobody ever gave us shit
When you see us shinin' it's because we steady grindin'
We stay paper chasin'
Separatin' the real from the fake
The fake from the real
We livin' to die and dyin' to live!
Nigga, that's why we got so many women
I'm tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks
Bust them guts, make her cum
Bitch, you know the game!
Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change!
Bitch! Who do you love!?
Ay, hold up!
I done lost too many homies in these past couple years. This shit brazy!
Rest in peace, my nigga CJ Mack. Rest in peace, my nigga Cedar Block Frog though (Bool!). Rest in peace, my nigga Tiny M. And last but not least, rest in peace, my nigga Big Aaron |
freestyle booska jeunes entrepreneurs | C'est L'Entourage, yo
On prépare un attentat, on prépare un attentat
On prépare un attentat, on prépare un attentat
On prépare un attentat, on prépare un attentat
On prépare un attentat, sortez vos agendas
Le 26 mai c'est l'album, le 14 juin c'est l'Olympia
On prépare un attentat, (Jeunes) Jeunes Entrepreneurs
On prépare un attentat, L'Entourage
L'Entourage, ne parle pas de retour parce qu'on est jamais partis
T'as beau dire que tu t'en tapes
Tu connais par cœur la discographie
Depuis quatre ans, un truc se passe, dis-moi qui peut nier ?
On a placé quelques tracks, le Rap français s'est remis à briller
Billets aussitôt gagnés, aussitôt réinvestis
Lâche le micro, t'es fané et tes placements sont imprécis
V6 sous l'capot, dix MC's sous l'drapeau, objectif
Rendre les foules paro et finir tout là-haut en équipe
Et puis, si ça merde, nique sa mère, j'ai d'autres affaires
Jeunes Entrepreneurs, c'est pas qu'un skeud, c'est pas qu'un air
Ouais, c'est ma life, bébé, j'me lève le matin pour qu'ça l'fasse
Et qu'demain, enfin, on n'voit plus leurs sales faces à la télé
Dans l'peu-Ra, trop d'suceurs qui m'foutent le seum
Fermez vos gueules, si on est cheum, vous êtes tous plus cheum
J'suis ce jeune parisien, américain dans l'état d'esprit
Prends rendez-vous avec ton médecin légiste
Ici, en plus des gouttes de pluie, souvent les coups pleuvent
Mon crew est fait de vrais amis, à ton avis
Pourquoi les putes se retrouvent toutes seules ?
J'écris des rimes, j'envoie des torgnoles de malade
Et pourtant, j'ai pas lu d'livre depuis TomTom & Nana
J'sors du Mordor de Paname, viens la bonne drogue est par là
Une grosse pensée à nos proches pour qui l'horloge s'emballa
Moi, j'suis debout, au-dessus d'moi, je vois voler les corbeaux
J'ai besoin de joindre les deux bouts avant d'recoller les morceaux
Y'a des bâtons dans les roues mais on roule en char d'assaut
Quand j'rappe, c'est comme quand j'dégueule tout dans l'lavabo
J'avais plus de kush que de cours dans l'sac à dos
Je sais faire des sous mais t'es fou j'en parle pas trop
Avec les zouz, c'est bisous et champagne gratos
T'as la chair de poule quand j'te touche et que j'embrasse ta peau
J'te fourre sans la bague au doigt, pas d'chantage d'ado
Mais j'te fais pas l'amour si ton boule sent pas la rose
Moi, j'arpente Paname tête haute et spliff en bouche
Mais si y'a des internautes, je file en douce
J'ai rendez-vous, faut que j'prenne le trom'
Dedans, y'a des centaines de clones
Qui confondent la guerre pour le trône et les petites embrouilles
Ne sous-estime pas mon équipage, L'Entourage
On est des pirates de haute mer
Mes primates te transpercent pour ton héritage
En saison estivale, on s'balade sur les plages
Bidoche à l'air avec la Festina fixée sur l'poignet
Le shlass bien planqué dans le short de bain, demande à Phaal
Quand j'aurais l'tirage, j'me tire à Saint Domingue
Est-ce que tu captes, nigga ?
Des primes de bookmaker, pour mon crew, la rage de vaincre
C'est notre devise donc embrasse mes flingues
Si t'es pas content, j'te rentre dedans, qu'on se le dise
Avec mes soss maliens, on s'faufile
Dans des appartements haussmanniens en jogging
J'rentre en club en survêt, khey, on m'surveille
Comme si j'étais sur scène, mon comité me succède
J'ramène une pure merveille, éclate un pur pèt
Parle oseille ou j'dis : « A plus, mec »
J'taffe pour qu'il n'y ait jamais plus d'fraiche
J'sors seulement quand il n'y a plus d'zeb ou plus d'schneck
Le succès c'est surfait, j'veux fuir cette merde, ça use mes nerfs
Y'a bien trop d'vulgaires putes nègres sur cette sphère
Moi, contrairement à mes raps, j'touche pas les pucelles, frère
Tu parles mais pourquoi tu l'fais pas si tu sais l'faire ?
T'as bavé, t'es pas discret, t'étonne pas qu'on soit pas courtois
Si tu parles de ton taff, c'est qu'ton taff parle pas pour toi
Fume un gros pur, chaque fin marque le début d'un autre truc
J'entreprends quitte à connaître des putains d'grosses chutes
Trop de MC's mythos, moi, j'suis déçu de l’imposture
Quand ils rappent, c'est comme s'ils étaient vêtu d'un costume
Eff Gee come back, wavy comme Max
Ouais, j'suis comme aç, j'attire les bitchs comme Axe
Et j'te l'dis direct, j'viens des bas-fonds, je m'y mets à fond
Celui qui m'affronte, c'est celui qui perd
Viens nous exhiber tes seins
On est dans l'pêché mais nos cœurs sont purs
J'te jure, c'est dur de résister mais j'tiens
Seigneur, aie pitié des miens
Laisse-nous esquiver ce destin
On fait pas des 1000 et des 100
En vendant des 10 et des 20
C'est l'Amérique dans les locaux, pas d'pif dans la coco
Le stick est très costaud, du shiznit dans mon jogo
La weed dans les bocaux te filera ta raclée
L'impression d'être un paraplégique dans un pogo
Ton rappeur préféré, j'rêve pas de l'connaitre ni d'être c'gars là
En route vers le sommet, vite, j'escalade
Nique strass et paillettes, bises et gala, faut être vif
On sait qu'sexe, pouvoir et biftons font courir les scars-la
J'suis un négro cainf', j'ai aimf donc je n'ai qu'un voeu
Prendre plus de gain que ces timpes qui n'crachent aucun feu
Dis-moi, ils sont sûrs de quoi ?
J'maitrise les pompes sur deux doigts
Pour eux, j'suis King Kong
Ils veulent pas que j’emmène leurs blondes sur le toit
Le soir, j'pisse du cool-al, convoitises d'une bonnasse
Trop d'connards font naufrage, ça flippe vu nos armes
A quinze dans l'zinzin-gam, vous serez comme mon blaze
Posés dans un gamos 'vec potes-bombasses
Chien de la casse, tu siffles les moches et ça c'est illégal
J'aime les femmes qui kiffent les hommes
Mais pas les petites pédales
T'as pas d'talent, connasse, mais qu'est-ce qu'tu veux savoir ?
J'fais pas d'cunnilingus, j'donne pas ma langue au chat
J'aime pas l'état et la bédave et toutes ces tass sheitanisées
Tu fais l'vrai gars mais les vrais savent
Tu fais qu'ler-par et paniquer
C'est quoi les bails, j'fais que pe-ra, saha, j'remplis des salles
Petit, j'avais toujours les mêmes sapes
Comme un héros d'dessin animé
Hé, c'est pour quand l'attentat ? Le 26 mai !
Sortez vos agendas !
J'ai jamais dit que j'venais d'la street
Je viens du ventre de ma génitrice
Entre deux mondes, un génie triste d'un jeune en crise
Les mains moites sur le mic, je m'attaque au stick
J'dors au stud sur un matelas, matte l’acoustique
Ma définition ? Tromper dans les conduites d'un air absent
Rentrer en sang, ramper dans les conduits d'aération
Ouais, je rêve de beau temps comme un nordiste quand il pleut
Je t'insulte autant que mon ordi quand il bug
Ciste-ra, dans tous les cas je t'encule, allez, dégage ton cul
Si t'as rempli ton cuir avec des cachetons
Provocateur même si l'état et les médias m'enterrent
Le seul enfoiré qui peut m'tailler c'est le diamantaire
Tu mets des coups d'épée dans l'eau, l'affreux, on s'propage
Prépare tes adieux, on fout le feu comme des Ghostriders
Il faut que toutes les mains se lèvent haut
Rimes façon West Coast, Gangsta à la Death Row
Fuck les ennemis, miskine, ils se croient peut-être drôles
Ca cartonne comme au rallye, on cartonne même sans khaliss
Mes alliés se rallient, mental de patron
On ne dit pas pardon, y'a que comme ça que tu seras libre
Si j'tombe à Fleury, c'est qu'y a un beau million à prendre
Ou qu'y a une tombe à fleurir, les tes-trai vont prendre des pralines
J'ai pas vu d'boulot tendre, faut prendre pas l'9ar9ob face à la drogue
Ils ont la boule au ventre, on a des abdos
On prépare un attentat, sortez vos agendas
Le 26 mai c'est l'album, le 14 juin c'est l'Olympia
On prépare un attentat, (Jeunes) Jeunes Entrepreneurs
On prépare un attentat, (Jeunes) Jeunes Entrepreneurs
... |
thats it | When I fucked that bitch, shit, I kinda killed it
Yeah, that's it
Uh, uh, uh, uh, up that dick... yeah, that bitch
Uh, uh, uh, uh, fucked that bitch should've called her cutie
Yeah, that's it
Uh, uh, uh, I... phew
I don't remember her name but when I fucked that bitch should've called her cutie, yeah that's it
With you she got on all type of shit, with me she got on a two piece, and that's it
She like Sosa what kind of car you finna get? The one that's fast with two seats, yeah that's it
She like Sosa what kind of house you finna get? The one that's got ten jacuzzis, yeah that's it
I got 30 shots in this Glock but I'ma give you a two piece, and that's it
She know I got plenty thots but she say she don't want to lose me, and that's it
I gave the bitch two or three pumps and that's it
She high off two or three blunts and that's it
My guap, she can't get none of that shit
Take twenty out the bank and I'm spending that shit
I'm allergic to three things, and that's it
Fake niggas, peanut butter and lobster, that's it
I only bought a PT, and that's it
Bought a sprite and a 4, hand-dropped in that bitch
I live it, that's why I be talking that shit
Walk in the mall and be copping that shit
Remember when my grandma used to say "that's it"
Now I ain't gotta hear none of that shit
Bitch said she only want a thousand, that's it
What you smoking on? I need a blunt of that shit
Bitch gon' get put out and that's it
Cause a door to the face gotta come with that shit
I fucked about two or three thots today, and that's it
I fucked one without a condom I'ma pay, for that shit
I had a threesome with a million different hoes, that's it
The one hoes admire niggas want, that's it
I got 3-0 in this 4-0, that's it
Let a hundred niggas try me and I'm dumping that shit
Fuck boy hope you ain't thought that's it
Got niggas at the go toting rocket launchers and shit
50 shots and automatics hawks and shit
Try me it's gon' be problems that's it |
id rather | I said I love havin sex, but I'd rather get some head
But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head
I said I love havin sex, but I'd rather get some head
But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head
Hypnotize Minds!!
Three 6 Ma-fee-UH~!
And your boy DJ, Montay
And this another {Oomp Camp production}
Goin down
+ (female) + {both}
I said I love havin sex, but I'd rather get some head
But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head
(I said I love havin sex, but I'd rather get some head)
(But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head)
I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head
I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head
{I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head}
{I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head}
Ridin down the street man I whip my big car
I scoped a little sexy little mixed, little broad
She make my dick stand like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
I hit that brake so hard, that I dropped my cigar
Pussy print fat like cash in a wad
I'm lookin like, "Damn baby girl, don't start!"
I'mma take you to my crib girl and screw you like a fraud
Or maybe get some head while I'm ridin in the car
Either way it go man a nigga gotta bust some
Storin my dollar, a nigga got some dust some
High as the moon, I'mma a goon like Plies
Spray it like Big Oomp spray, dead in your eyes
In your eyes
I'm the one that supply that D
I'm the one that keep freaks with me
I'm the one that be ridin clean
That be on the scene with that Texas tea
I'm the dude that took yo' girl
I'm the fool that changed the world
I'm the mayne with the twelve inches
She love to lick and it made her earl
Always fresh when I'm at the club
Sippin Goose the plan keep a buzz
From the hood so I throw it up
And the other side they don't mess with us
Love a girl that do it right
Make my toes like curly fries
In the bathroom or in the car
Or behind the bar she dy-no-mite~!
Give me head (x4)
In the dorm room make me pass out, in the bed
Give me head (x4)
Wake me up then put me back to sleep, I ain't scared
Ayy~! Three 6, what's happenin, yooo
Hold on, hold on, hold on ho! Stop lenme borrow yo' lips that's what I told her
Girl got that Aquafina with a good head on her shoulder
She whispered boy I'm hungry, so I told her she could come
And I didn't feed her nothin but some dick and bubblegum
She want mo' I give her some, I keep them magnums, I'm strapped
And if she tired, lay down, just place yo' head in my lap
Ay Big Oomp Records on the map, we keep that mouth wide open
I Clarence Carter that pro, from the East to the West I'm strokin
From the North to the South I'm pokin, every time this a hit it gets greater
Two choices that she got to make, she can chew me now or later
I'm 'bout that puh-puh paper, but see I love havin sex
And the mo' puh-puh paper, I know that head is the best |
d vision | Yo, I'm in Atlanta, bruh
Hit me back, lil' nigga
Now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us"
Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us
Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter
And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up
Dead 'em from every side of the spectrum
Hannibal Lecter lecture, body part bone collector
Nosy ass hoes get punched in the septum
That's part of the woes for throwing salt like Epsom
Pardon my bros, kinda off the rocker and steps
Don't step, stupid, or you get slapped stupid
East side little Route, Zone 6 vet
Showin' respect, a nigga forever in debt, but don't forget it
Anybody wanna see 'em, I can make 'em a believer
At your neck like Gillette, get you and the nigga next to ya
In present time they sayin' that I'm the next nigga
Woah, woah, that kinda sound like a death trap
Can't see the floor, elevator, where the steps at?
James Bond' 9—James Harden with the step-back
No D, niggas playin' foul, where the techs at?
That's cool, wave the 30 round, where the TECs at?
Better get back, better get you a jetpack
They shoot where the ref at
They shoot at your jefe
They leavin' 'em stank like Pepé Le Pew
They just put a hole in his Pepe
I go where the check at, Margiella Gorilla
They kill a nigga for a thrill, they feel it now, cool, keep it movin'
I won't be the nigga they taking out, breaking down, face down
As far as these rappers man, these words couldn't hurt a nigga
Far as these rappers, I can't count on a ninja turtle's finger
Who really is fucking with the kid, that is J.I.D
I am loud, that is mid, I'm a pound, that's a smidge
I'm a stallion, stout, strong, war ready, resilient
Guess the Lord put me in position just to kill niggas
A warrior, but words used is my spear
My sword, my fear, my Lord, my chance is void if I
Do it for myself and don't give back to the loyal
The unemployed, all my boys in here
Okay, let's really make some noise in here
I'm under pressure, smoking pressure, walking in no direction
Chalk it up to the devil for fucking with my perspective
Too young to be a witness but old enough for the lessons
Soo Young, got a tucker to fuck with the chief inspector
I bleed just like your favorites, I shit just like the angels
Oh shit, I feel a change and a shift in niggas' thinkin'
Like Lute, I got the jugg, I'ma say it's quite the finagle
Get rich and make some babies that's weirder than Will and Jada's
But lately, I've been blocked up
Lately, I've been strugglin' with ways to get my stock up
Me and Venus workin' on new videos to blockbust and city shows and pop-ups
And really though I feel as though there's no bitch I could not fuck
Niggas make art and act hard for no Oscar
Boy, you're just Leonardo
Born in the life you had to learn to be part of
Still, no deal, still whippin' the Mazda, but fuck
"Niggas ain't seein' you, Venus"—shit, and I ain't seeing me
So many nights at the bottom, swore I was ET
My mama beat me, mu'fuck a degree
I chose both pills—my thoughts 3D
And often I probably come off so off the deep beat
That a lil' nigga like me gotta keep at least two or three BPs
In the blunt, they're off a DP as the rain pops off of these street
And the pain pops me another one to the brain
I let the strain do what you can't, I know it's hard out tryna reach me, huh
I'm battling addiction, I'm deep in premonitions
I'm clutching on my last dollars, I'm stretching common sense
A pressure point a keeper so I question my existence
Be assessing my involvement, second-guessing my delivery
Lord, Ezekiel take the wheel, I'm flying in the young
Out of luck, out of hope to fuck up
So motherfuck a time-limit, I'ma take what's mine, nigga
Ha—now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us"
Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us
Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter
And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up
Now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us"
Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us
Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter
And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up
If you want to act up
If you want to act up
Come, act up |
u aint bout that life | U ain't bout that life
Everything that growl ain't dog O.U.T. over reggie never turn my back on y'all
U ain't bout that life
Just because his body full of ink, tattoos in his face I can still tell that
U ain't bout that life
You ain't never get it out the streets
Dip and doge the police, real nigga 'til I rest in peace
U ain't bout that life
Just because he rob, hit licks, got shot, and locked up, I can still tell that
U ain't bout that life
He flexin', he flexin'
He ain't never flip a brick, flip a pound
He don't know how that choppa really kick
He ain't never lose a dog, that pussy nigga innocent
He ain't have to rap in 30 towns just to kill the weed sent (sentence)
Them tattoos and that jewelry don't make you hard
And them coupe's u rap about ain't in your car garage
You fake as hell, fake as shit, counterfeit!
You a fart under pressure, tell quicker than your broad
Type to hit your hood with a bodyguard
They so not squad, young'uns, they will pull your card
U ain't bout that life
I could tell same nigga on the streets, in jail but
U ain't bout that life
Everything that growl ain't a dog O.U.T.Over reggie these never turn my back on y'all
U ain't bout that life
O just because his body full of ink, tattoos in his face I can still tell that
U ain't bout that life
You ain't never get it out the streets
Dip and doge the police, real nigga 'til I rest in peace
U ain't bout that life
Just because he rob, hit licks, got shot, and locked up, I can still tell that
U ain't bout that life
Big ball and no bite, big mouth and no fight
Flip this motherfucker fo' that bitch fine
No matter but he ain't right
Earned my G stripes as I'm livin'
I'm a robbin' it
Hell when Chelsea needs slap automo
I'm with your friend Lucas
He ain't 'bout that life, he ain't 'bout that life
We know the boy gets talkin'
200 hundred rounds in your project
At that same store barkin'
I told what the fuck? They said Diddy is fucked
Then all that false clappin', that gang bangin', throwin' the wrong sets up
Manicurin' their nails and their toes
2020, get his... in his faces
I'm 'bout that life, Yodi
I'm a thin it like a Tobe
The brick squad and the Dante Marv
Who the fuck it?
U ain't bout that life
Everything that growl ain't a dog O.U.T.Over reggie these never turn my back on y'all
U ain't bout that life
Just because his body full of ink, tattoos in his face I can still tell that
U ain't bout that life
You ain't never get it out the streets
Dip and doge the police, real nigga 'til I rest in peace
U ain't bout that life
Just because he rob, hit licks, got shot, and locked up, I can still tell that
U ain't bout that life
You ain't 'bout that life, You ain't got no stripes
You talk that tuff shit but you ain't tryna fight
Let this nigga tell it all his life, he's so white
Aks somebody 'bout him in his hood it's all lies
Talkin' 'bout you got prize, you work at Popeye's
Ain't never sell no work, he was too scared to go outside
Get up in that booth and he Tony Montana
Ain't got a hundred grand, clamin' you king of Atlanta
You ain't 'bout that life, them guns you got ain't been shot
Virgins, don't let them hoes' get you when you're splurgin'
You ain't 'bout that life ho, say sittin on bricks
I can tell how you talk, you ain't sittin on shit
U ain't bout that life
Everything that growl ain't a dog O.U.T.Over reggie these never turn my back on y'all
U ain't bout that life
Just because his body full of ink, tattoos in his face I can still tell that
U ain't bout that life
You ain't never get it out the streets
Dip and doge the police, real nigga 'til I rest in peace
U ain't bout that life
Just because he rob, hit licks, got shot, and locked up, I can still tell that
U ain't bout that life |
all we have | All we have is right now
All we have is right now
Yeah, staring out into the unknown
Voices in the wind telling me to come home
But I'm scared
Scared that all this time I've been gone
I’ll open up the door and my little daughter will be grown
And I’m cold, tell me why I'm so cold?
Probably cause a shoulder turns every night that I’m on the road
Probably why I can’t smile every time that I’m on the phone
And why I'm acting so wild every time that I’m alone
Save me!
I suffocate myself beside the bed
Tryna cut the circulation of these thoughts inside my head, like
"Do I hate me? Or do I hate them?"
Either way I've held grudges since I was holding a pen
My father had me think that my cousin was dead
Just to hide me from the truth, how can I look at him again?
But this is life, and in life we learning to live
And when the past dies, this where it begins cause
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
Question, what if tomorrow never comes?
And everything you said today couldn't be undone?
Cause all it takes is a bullet from one gun
To take another’s moment away from them, one love I know
See I was just an only child growing up
Just frowns cause I never seen a smile growing up
But you? You were a friend, always down growing up
Give the word, knew you would’ve blown trial growing up
Fuck! How could we let all this petty shit blind us?
How the fuck did we let the devil find us?
See, we were supposed to be best friends 'til the end, you promised
How’d it take that fucking night to remind us?
I only said I hated you cause you're the only one that’s ever honest
Man I said I was wrong, let’s get beyond this
But it’s crazy, cause I never thought my text apologising
Would be the reason that you died driving
Damn
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
Hey, and when the sky turns grey
What you gonna do when your blues still stay?
Tried living the dream, yeah, but you still wake
Anything is possible though, cause rules still break
Hey, said when the sky turns grey
What you gonna do when your blues still stay?
Anything is possible cause rules still break
So when your dream comes don’t wake, yeah
All we have is right now
All we have is right now
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home)
All we have is right now (Go hard or go home) |
hunger | I might just explode, my mind in sick mode and I can't control my..
...ym esopxe tsuj I dna sworg tihs fo sdnik (llA)
What you wanna do? What you looking for?
Wanna start some shit? Boy, here we go
We can do it, on the double
‘Cause I’ve been itching, for some trouble
You gon' get a beat down, ‘cause I got a lot of pain
You don’t want me to clown, ‘cause I’m feeling insane
And I ain’t gonna stop, I ain’t got no brain
I'mma hit you hard, I don’t feel ashamed
I don’t care about shit, but I gotta get dough
And I might just click, put your ass on the floor
‘Cause you a bitch, you a fraud!
I don’t like you, you a broad!
I don’t got success, I don’t got no luck!
But I got my stress, so I need your blood!
I can taste it, on my tongue!
My life is wasted, my anger’s from!
My (Hunger)
I might just explode, my mind in sick mode
And I can’t control my (hunger)
In my wicked soul all kinds of shit grows
And I just exposed my (hunger)
They don’t understand me, probably why they fear me
Mama said to slow down, the drugs is gonna kill me
In the world all alone,Can somebody hear me?
Please don’t knock me out of my zone
I ease my mind when I like to steal it
In the mind of a psycho, middle of the night with a rifle
Put my right hand on the Bible, I will slice you up like Michael
Mic shall pass with the knife yo, I go get, this is so crazy
Homicide the Earth 'til the murder on the rifles
Finna act out when I black out, Jay-Z
Gotta feed my hunger, Mr. Ouiji
Awake me from my slumber, the gates open up and release me
Drawn like a cartoon, niggas get to running
When I’m on tectonics tell the hunter to the hunting
Sharper than the harpoon, running in the short full
Sitting in the dark room, chewing on a stomach
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, quick, jigsaw bitch in Saw type 6
Digit all up, zip it all up, rip it all up
And stuff pieces then I feed it to my pigs
This nigga’s really sick, ain’t really with the shit
She know that I’m a demon, sucking semen on my dick
Smoking on the sticky, got me drifting off a bit
Burn like ether cause my niggas keep it lit
(x2)
And if he don’t like you, then I don’t like you
Might get a bit Ripgut, see, I'm not like you
Shit, I might Tec-9 you, that’s how they find you
In a bathroom all chocked up, I'mma get meat when it’s time to
And I got this problem, meet me, just call it
All you gotta do is say it, and I’m right behind you
And I like that raw shit, bloody up that hard shit
See, I got that, I don’t give a fuck about shit and alcoholism
I spit that cocaine, might be off the cocaine
Making my cigarette in propane, shit, this is no game
My trust is fucked up, so I might get fucked up
Ain't got nobody that got my back, so I just suck it up
I was raised, you fucking joke, you might get tucked up
Bring the body over here, that meat is uncut!
I can taste it, on my tongue!
My life is wasted, my anger’s from!
Fucking with my (Hunger)
(x2) |
lost | My druggy, love me, when I'm ugly, hug me
When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Damn, I'm in so deep, girl, probably 'cause you're empty
You can't even speak (Igh), damn, your mouth so minty
Ooh, your mama hate me, daddy wouldn't let you
If he ever met me, if he ever met you
Put that shit behind us and put this in your sinus
Mine is all up in my gums, minus all that shit it's lined with
I say oh-oh-oh-oh, you been scratchin', you been fiendin'
I'ma fix you, I'ma fuck you, I'ma get rid of them demons
It's my
My druggy, when I'm ugly, hug me
When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby
Let's get lost, let's get lost
Damn, I need a minute, aight, leggo
She fell in love, it fell apart, aight, let go
She met her match, I let her match
She lit her match, she let me smoke
Yeah, me mad petty, yeah, me bogus
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, me know
Yeah, she knew too (Igh), it made her love it
Her pussy like me, her heart like, "Fuck it"
So dance for daddy like Gator
Ain't no partners on this trip
And lose yourself in my room
And find yourself in my grip
I'm sayin'
My druggy, when I'm ugly, hug me
When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby
Let's get lost, let's get lost
I blessed myself inside your arms one day
Swear to God there I was when the dress
And the silver buttons fade away
Miss Mary Mattress, geriatrics
Fuck me into open caskets, I wanna die with this
I wanna stop seeing my psychiatrist
She said "Pill pop, baby girl, 'cause I promise you, you tweaked
The empty bottled loneliness, this happiness you seek
The masochism that you preach
Practice backflips, tragic actress
On a movie with no screen
When the only time he loves me is naked in my dreams
My druggy, when I'm ugly, hug me
When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby
Let's get lost, let's get lost
Igh |
us against the world | Oh, morning come bursting the clouds, amen
Lift off this blindfold, let me see again
Bring back the water, let your ships roll in
In my heart, she left a hole
The tightrope that I’m walking just sways and ties
The devil as he’s talking with those angel’s eyes
And I just want to be there when the lightning strikes
And the saints go marching in
And sing
Slow it down
Through chaos as it swirls
It's us against the world
Like a river to a raindrop, I lost a friend
My drunken hazard Daniel in a lion's den
And tonight, I know it all has to begin again
So whatever you do, don’t let go
And if we could float away
Fly up to the surface and just start again
Lift off before trouble just erodes us in the rain
Just erodes us in the rain
Just erodes us and see roses in the rain, saying
Slow it down
Slow it down
Through chaos as it swirls
It's us against the world
Through chaos as it swirls
It's us against the world |
all figured out | Finally Famous in this..
It's crazy how they think you got it all figured out
Just because your bank account gets all figured out
Next time somebody try and tell you how to run your shit
And they ain't major shit
Do yourself a favor: kick 'em out
Eat good and do that, you'll live a long life
I always say long days is better than long nights
At least in the day you've got shade
In the night its all shadows, don't get caught at wrong lights
I wish somebody would have told B.I.G. that before March 9th
I used to think there's no such things as wrong rights
'Till my stepbrother brought home them extra groceries
Extra cheese, now mom could make her special recipe
But I didn't know it was off of infested streets
Now he the reason I've got to walk with my little niece to go eat
I guess that's the hunger that got me out
At the top of hotel suites renting the lobbies out, you know?
Stuntin' like a bitch, prom night me out
And the girl I've wanted since ninth grade trying to route
That was back
When
I was seventeen
It's crazy though, cause even then I thought I had
It all figured out
It's crazy how much that you can see with your eyes closed
'Specially if you've got a vision
Or how you could have everything
And still think about everything missing
Like I probably remember the times that I missed out on
More than the ones I lived
I probably remember the girls that I ain't have
More than the ones I did
But I remain a two timing, one girl on the way
Two lying and one bed-never too tired
Smoke so much I need two lighters
Shoppin overseas I do buy it, who higher?
They taught me that I had to dream, black history month
I wake up and treat the day like stack history month
I'm talkin' Malcolm Flex, Jessie Rackson
Front of the plane: I'm Rozay Parks
SUV swervin like it's O.J.'s car, oh
To me and my dogs is all gettin out
Somewhere in the club probably all liquored out
Finna take extra shots for my dogs missin' out
That keep remindin' me at the same time
That I still ain't got it all figured out
Fact, the only thing I really figured out
Is that I'll never have it all figured out, fuck
Even when your bank account is all figured out
Even when your bank account gets all figured out
Even when your best friend gets all triggered out
Even when it.. all of it... when you still ain't got....
Today I woke up and realized every day gets shorter
Every minute turns to the longest second, yet never ending
Age is nothing but a reminder and it doesn't tell you
How old or young minded someone is
Cause we all start at the same starting point of a woman's legs
But each have our own finish line
Understand it never ends, and the only way to be immortalized
Is to be remembered, hopefully from right than wrong
Better to be in the hall of fame than shame
Whether it exists for what you do or not
We create this world so we make what exists
It isn't about the award, it's about the award of being immortalized
And remembered for all the right reasons
Mistakes are forgotten, no footprints of any missteps
So when it's so late that it's early
And you need a drink even though the bar's closed
Remember why you do what you do
For the coldest drinks, the fastest cars, luxury
The adrenaline rush of creating what you think about
With who thinks about you:
Your family, your team
The joy of looking back and saying that you did it
Winning the game: hall of fame |
16 fever | I'm charging 16 fever, 16 fever, nigga my price cheaper, 16 fever
16 fever coca-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid-grade reefer
Hoes ride dicks, dog, but I ride Beemers
A square rectangle cost 16 fever
16 5-0, there go 5-0
I'm up 2-5 but I need 4 more
I got uncles blowing bundles, mine do numbers while I drive lambo
Off-white yayo, digital scale
Fishscale sending my pigeons by mail
Bring in my drain folks, I just bring me that caine, folks
Gucci got good dope, pills, purp and sizzurp
My workers don't move nothing less than a bizzurd
Gucci got good dope, pills, purp and sizzurp
My workers don't move nothing less than a bizzurd
Bricks: can't keep em
16 fever, Beemer-speakers, geek-a-meters
Misdemeanors, several subpeonas
See, I'm gonna drink up cause we just linked up
The squad been teamed up, we cutting off fingers
It's 16 fever and that's since april
My Corvette paid for, my old-school paid for
The hummer roll up? That means you assed out
And you didn't cash out, see this my traphouse
I slam fiends backs out, we push white sacks out
See this my traphouse, I slam fiends backs out
We push white sacks out, them backs get pushed out
I'm scraping the bowl up, I'm whipping up cake mix
But this ain't red velvet! Don't eat it, you smoke it
Your options are open: you even can snort it!
3 dollar sacks so you know you can score it
Say "you can't afford it". Yo, I can't ignore it
Well go call them dope boys, you know you feel boring!
You know that you fiending, you know that you need it
It's Gucci, I'm greedy. My niggas stay eating |
generation assassin | J'vais à la chicha, à la chicha
Je ne peux pas, je vais à la chicha
Je vais à la chicha qu'pour les beurettes
Si tu vois l'négro à genoux c'est qu'j'ai pris haja dans l'appui-tête
J'nique des mères à toute vitesse, ma queue a syndrome de la Tourette
Je suis le cauchemar d'Édouard à la tirette
Je t'allume ta mère de la tourelle
Si t'as un gros cul, t'as tout c'que j'aime
Si t'as un gros cul, t'as tout c'que j'aime
Tu ne baises pas la première-fois ?
Moi je ne baise pas la deuxième
Dans le sang humain si je dois m'noyer
Mon jean Balmain coûte un mois de loyer
Transformation, quai de grenelle
Féfé kasher, Patrick Bruel
L'chemin d'mon cœur est sombre ruelle
Je n'fais que dans l'conflictuel
G.L.O.C.K fait la loi, G.A.T.O, tout est noir
Tu manges à la gamelle, j'creuse des tunnels
Flow du cartel Sinaloa
Génération Assassin, Ideal J, Mama Lova
J'lui mets dans l'cul, Uber s'en va
J'bronze aux UV, Supernova
J'm'en fous de tes simagrées, de qui t'as marbré
Vroum, vroum, j'fais des roues arrières dans l'cul d'ta madre
On peut même pas dire qu't'as mal joué, car t'as pas joué
Rafale dans les lombaires pour t'amadouer
Beaucoup nous ont lâché, nombreux sont là
Rate-pis très bresom sont ceux-là, sombre convoi
Parait qu'tu es un méchant, c'que je conçois
2 heures du mat' sur l'parking d'Auchan, faudrait qu'on s'voie
Qu'on règle ça une fois pour toutes comme Jo Lopez
Ce négro m'a pris pour une pute donc je le baise
Niquer des mamans c'est ma lutte, j'ai toutes les thèses
Mon plan : j'vais toutes les baiser et toutes les tèj'
Trop près du mal, trop loin du hajj
Vive-vivement l'été pourvu qu'il neige |
body bags | Nigga, (yeah), nigga, you know I don't fuck with them niggas. Them niggas pussy. Sucka ass niggas. I don't like either one (I don't even like 'em). But the other night I'm in the gambling spot. Nigga come up in here - boom - hit the door. "Get the fuck on the floor, bitch, get down on the floor." I turn around like, "what?" Niggas like, "get down!" (When was this?) I'm like, "nigga, I got on white linen."
Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right? It's not a problem, it's really not a problem. Southside
Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke addin' up
The smoke addin' up, my pockets are fattened up
I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on computers
Diamonds 'round my neck, straps for my shooters
I made it, look ma', I made it
I grind so hard to get here I can't be faded
I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds
Five different crimes, same .45
Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain't lyin'
Cause they ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it
And I might go back and forth to court, better bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?
Shit changed, a nigga ain't broke
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault
Now I got real money, that "fuck how you feel" money
That "nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed" money
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some shit at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I don't want no wack bitches touchin' me
Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my head
Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't fair
Every day a different dime piece
Rose Gold, a different time piece
Hublot, AP or rollie
Your bitch and your jeweler know me, homie
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at me
You be a dead nigga like the last one that got at me
My shirt level three so I ain't got a vest on
My heart like ice, my chest like teflon
I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, nigga
Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life, nigga
It's doomsday, I mean goon day
I get the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some shit at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
The mollies had a shorty ass trippin' strippin' in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten
I be in my own zone, still clutchin' the chrome
Talk state of the art, you will see 'nine to foe
My passport need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in London
Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes
Trippin' in my charm, look bitch, I'm a don
So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or wrong
My paper long, bomb kush in the bong
It feels like I'm dreamin' cause a nigga on
I'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now
My bitch no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat
Nigga, front, I'll have a hand full of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass with a headshot
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some shit at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back |
good bad ugly | Ooh
Come on everybody sit down (sit down)
People wanna act like they are in the know (in the know)
Well I'm here to wipe off your smile (off your smile)
And tell you what's the word around town (around town)
I know you don't wanna hear the truth (the truth)
I know you hate the fact that I actually have the proof
But I just need you to believe
I'm talking the good, the bad, the ugly
Remember back in '02
When I was in school and actin' a fool
My soul got saved
My debt had been paid
But still I kept running off with my crew
Sex on my brain and death in my veins
Had a main thang we stayed up til 2
Smokin'
Waking and bakin' we naked
My body was lovin' it
Soul was hatin' it
Time and time after time
Our bodies grew close the girl was so fine
Heard a heart beat that wasn't hers or mine
The miracle of life had started inside
My God
Ignored the warning signs
Supressed that truth I felt inside
I was just havin' fun with this
I'm too young for this
I'm thinkin' me myself and I
Should I sacrifice this life
To keep my vanity and live nice
And she love and trust me so much
That whatever I say she'll probably oblige
But I was too selfish with my time
Scared my dreams were not gone survive
So I dropped her off at that clinic
That day a part of us died
Come on everybody sit down (sit down)
People wanna act like they are in the know (in the know)
Well I'm here to wipe off your smile (off your smile)
And tell you what's the word around town (around town)
I know you don't wanna hear the truth (the truth)
I know you hate the fact that I actually have the proof
But I just need you to believe
I'm talking the good, the bad, the ugly
I remember back in the day
I was barely in the first grade
Got teeth missin'
Watchin' Tom & Jerry
Tryna go outside so I can play
I was told to watch out for strangers
Keep my eyes peeled for danger
Folks workin' late I had a baby sitter
I ain't 'bout to sit here and name her
I was almost 8 when she came in late
Woke me up with a game to play
Did a few things that's hard to say
And told me to keep that secret safe
Now how a young boy supposed to deal
I'm tryna act like it ain't real
Had my innocence just stripped from me
And I still don't know how to feel
And I wonder how to address it
Can't tell my family too messy
So I just embrace it it's hard to face it
I'm too ashamed to confess it
So I kept it in and ain't speak
Didn't think it hit me so deep
So into it I got promiscuous
And only God could help me get free
But I been forgiven
My Savior risen
I'm out the prison
I know that (I know that)
I got the power to say to no to all of my struggles
God will control that (yeah)
Every time we slip and we fall
Gotta get back up and fight on
We are not defined by our past
The future look bright
I see the light on (I see the light on, I see the light on)
The good, the bad, the ugly
The good, the bad, the ugly
The good, the bad, the ugly
The good, the bad, the ugly
The good, the bad, the ugly yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on everybody sit down (sit down)
People wanna act like they are in the know (in the know)
Well I'm here to wipe off your smile (off your smile)
And tell you what's the word around town (around town)
I know you don't wanna hear the truth (the truth)
I know you hate the fact that I actually have the proof (the proof)
But I just need you to believe (to believe)
I'm talking the good, the bad, the ugly
(The good, the bad, the ugly)
(The good, the bad, the ugly)
(The good, the bad, the ugly)
(The good, the bad, the ugly)
It's like, it's like people don't want to hear the truth |
i do this | Longwinded, running through this life like it was mine
Never settling, but setting every goal high
One thousand burpees on the path to my own destruction or success
But what is a mistake without the lesson?
See, the best teacher in life is your own experience
None of us know who we are until we fail
They say every man is defined by his reaction to any given situation
Well who would you want to define you?
Someone else or yourself?
Whatever you do, homie, give your heart to it
And stay strong
Lot of niggas fail, but I won't
Lot of niggas fold, but I cope
Lot of niggas gone, but I'm home
Lot of niggas off, but I'm on
Lot of niggas lost on this road
Couple niggas gave up their goal
Gang of niggas traded their soul
But me, I'm standin' on ten toes
Lookin' out my Benz window
Wonder where'd my friends all go
Scared to give my heart to this girl
Paranoid she gon' leave if my ends get low
No one in this game to be played
But I'm knowin' that this game to be changed
I should be afraid of afraid
I'm just tryna live up to the meanin' of my name
I'm just tryna live up to them niggas in my gang
I'm just tryna live up to my moment on the stage
I'm just tryna live up to the truth in my pain
And the power that they gave me in the youth of today
I put a coupe in the safe
And I shoot from the waist
My time is money
And I ain't got a second for you flukes and you fakes
I do this shit for my woes
I do this shit for my niggas
I do this shit for my bros
I do this shit for my niggas, yeah
I do this shit for my woes
I do this shit for my niggas
I do this shit for my bros
I do this shit for my niggas, yeah
We've been takin' trips more than often this month
When I call they pullin' up, 2, 3 stream up
You ain't do enough for the clan, how I feel
If I gotta shut it down, how the film gon' feel?
120 in the Euro, one hand on the wheel
I was just broke, ran through a quarter mil'
Can't believe I'm still here, shed tears for the dead
Cubes in my 30 chain, she don't even wear
Call my little brother up, you know we took it there
Real nigga tellin' on me, only thing that I fear
Yeah, only thing that I fear
Real nigga tellin' on me, only thing that I fear
Lotta niggas squeal, lotta dope in the air
Lotta niggas squeal, lotta dope in the air
Styrofoam contaminated, got a nigga meditatin'
Yeah, I said it got a nigga meditatin'
I can't even eat 'less I'm medicated
I can't even sleep 'less I'm medicated
I've been on my feet chasin' check after check
Nigga, week after week, cause I'm dedicated
I can't even eat 'less I'm medicated
I can't even sleep 'less I'm medicated
I've been on my feet chasin' check after check
Nigga, week after week, cause I'm dedicated
I do this shit for my woes
I do this shit for my niggas
I do this shit for my bros
I do this shit for my niggas, yeah
Thugger!
I do this shit for my mothafuckin' niggas
I'm gettin' this money, yeah
I do this shit for them Benjis
Like you ain't real or hood, no Tommy gun
I do this shit for my niggas
Pull up with Barettas, nigga, and just go BRRRT
I do this shit for them bad bitches
Wearin' red bottoms and Jimmy Choo
I do this shit for my daughter
I do this shit for my mama
I do this shit for my son
I do this shit for my brother
I do this shit for the world
I do this shit for the globe
I do this shit right here, nigga
And I do that shit, why y'all fuck with the boy
I'm wet like a boat
I'm lovin' my chickens
I smoke and I choke
I do it for my brothers
I do it for my folk
Got 40s on me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga shoot from the toes
All the way up to the top
All the way up to the top |
who you are | We kept each other close
But cautiously
A ring without a stone
A novelty
We left it to be told
In photography
Emotions that we showed
So modestly
So I keep down below, who you are, who you are to me
You're still my favorite thing in the world
So I keep down below, who you are, who you are to me
You're still my favorite thing in the world
We left it in the cold
And watched it freeze
A sea-sick undertone
Comes over me
We left our love to soak in quandary
So tell me, how do I love you girl?
One day you do, one day you don't, so thoughtlessly
So I keep down below who you are, who you are to me
You're still my favorite thing in the world
I'll just keep down below who you are, who you are to me
You're still my favorite thing in the world
Late nights be the mission, got me reminiscing, all the times we kissin'. way
Love got me still trippin', baby girl I'm slippin', I ain't got no time to stay
But I could fill the distance, baby girl listen we ain't got no time to play
I could see our love dyin', girl I ain't lyin', listen to what I say
But I'm tryin' to work it out girl, hope I work it out girl, but you ain't tryin' to stay
Shit, we got more to do, but this party right here seems more to you
You get fucked up on these late nights, still at the club 'til it close at 2
Uh, two shots with your girlfriends, you heart broken so you prayin' that the world ends
Damn, and now you really can't trust men, you take advice when you out with your girlfriends. Prie
Keep down below who you are, who you are to me
You're still my favorite thing in the world
I'll just keep down below who you are, who you are to me
You're still my favorite thing in the world |
good grief | Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
I Thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is it?
When we smoking marijuana for free
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
I Thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is it?
When we smoking marijuana for free
Since a soldier saw the surface
I cracked the canvas and cursed it
Part of me wasn't good enough
But a picture ain't perfect
What is proper and purpose?
Leaving families hurting
She don't trust me at all
She put a lock on her purses
Part of me don't deserve ya'
Pardon bruh, I was nervous and this is a new beginning
We fly so come feel the turbulence
Never bow to that serpent
Dreamed and found out I'm worth it
Soul circuit, love lurking and close curtains
And I be that bigger person
And this my seed, she nurse it
I stimulate her mind, she challenge me while we rehearse it
Smoking on this weed got me feeling like a wordsmith
In other words, a nigga perfect? No shit nigga, uhh
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
I Thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is?
We smoking marijuana for free
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
I Thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is?
We smoking marijuana for free
I'm addicted to the Henny
All of these bitches with me
I've done been around the world
Pussy, in every city
Fuck it, never forgive me
Pussy, money and drugs
Mary, nothing above
Shark hoodies, backwoods, Rizla, OG
Puff puff, homie rest up
Just us against the world
Finger fuck it like my nine bustin'
It's no discussion, quit the rushin'
If D's coming get the flushing', all of a sudden
Heard you was fucking with other niggas
I ain't bluffing, locked up, now luxed up
Handcuffed, now hand cuff
Unfaithful bitch love the taste of dick
Only faithful to my bros
My rights and my wrongs
Some nights I play, 2Pac and zone
Pop on my phone, selling and flipping
Bounce to my own
True to the beat, LSD by the sheet
My flow is part of the beat
I know it's hard to believe that you're part of the seed
Sometimes it's hard to breath
I'm on my knees reaper, please leave my soul at ease
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
I Thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is?
We smoking marijuana for free
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
I Thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is?
We smoking marijuana for free
I can't wait 'til we get on
So we can get what we want
I gotta get what I want, baby
Hey-o, heeeyyy, hey-o, heeeyyy, hey-o
Heeeey-o-eeyyy-ooooh
Oooohh, heeey-o-eeuh, huuuuh |
topless remix | Yeah, yeah, no roof
Live life topless, can't nobody stop this
Ay, this the DR., in charge of saving artists out the ER
Bring them back to life, beats like CPR
Made the westside worldwide, no PR
Gangsta rap god, I'm the end all, be all
California love, from the Bloods to the C-Dogs
The Compton monsters make you wanna cut your MP off
The greatest in the game, haters should be ashamed
For not acknowledging the brain of the west coast king
Brought Chronic to the scene, folded pills in the lean
Now the game full of puppets, look at me: no strings
Again and again I've shown, you seen me
Piss on niggas' egos, ruin they self esteem
Sky the limit, no roof, I can do what you dream
Done it all 'fore you ever did a thing, knamean?
Tees and black jeans, no bling, just bang
Officially deranged, clinically insane
Look Eazy, ain't a damn thing changed, I promise
Still live like we did back with Straight Outta Compton
Taught niggas how to have attitudes on some hood shit
Showed them what to smoke when they were blazing that bullshit
That's why you smell the drug aroma when my record play
Not a blemish on my image, decorated resume
A legendary legacy
All that I was, you'll never be, fuck is y'all telling me?
Forever on top
Face it, you'll never be better than the Doc, ask Pac
Again, I say it's never gon' stop
Face it, you'll never be greater than the Doc, ask Pac
Guns blaze when I shine
Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind
Front page all the time
You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine
(I dream topless, I live topless)
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
(I dream topless, I live topless)
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now
My motto is live by the bottle, so why is my supply low?
Bring in a truckload with a high-low
Stay grounded, but I still reach for the sky, though
Ghetto idol, I think, but what do I know?
Shit, I know a lot more than I should
The hood stood by me just like I thought it would
Don't act like I'm Hollywood when I probably could
I don't polly, Muhammad Ali of rap, I don't lolly gag
West coast, the home of the body bag
The shotty, the mag, Los Angeles, where the party at?
You can catch me anywhere where there's Bacardi at
Yeah, Andre is back, so have a cardiac
Started back with the black, Raiders starter cap
Gangsta rap, we practically fucking started that
Everyday with this game I'm getting smarter at
Sky's the limit so every time I get on the track
Guns blaze when I shine
Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind
Front page all the time
You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine
(I dream topless, I live topless)
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
(I dream topless, I live topless)
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now
1996, I left it all behind
'Cause I ain't got no roof on mine
I had to jump ship, I double back for my chips
My captain handle my shit
I've never been the losing kind
Grind, I feel it like it's year one
I'm a fool anywhere near square one
But ain't no glass ceilings, I crash through 'em
Ain't no coal spills, I light a match to 'em
Ain't no haters right, just say congrats to him
This is Detox, it's rehab to 'em
I bring it back years later, let it flow through 'em
Putting that Chronic in their systems like I used to do 'em
Respected so it's proven that's what I've been doing
Moving the game like weight and everybody been using
Bitch, it ain't really nothing left to say
You're tuned in to Detox, I am Dr. Dre
Guns blaze when I shine
Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind
Front page all the time
You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine
(I dream topless, I live topless)
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
(I dream topless, I live topless)
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now
Your skin's your travelling bag of your existence
Yours is shabby and scab, while mine's glistenin'
Vivid on my skin, how many continents I visit then
You can journey with me to different places by listenin'
Shitting on them, your brother got it covered
We can slug it, knuckle it, however you want it, I love it
A hustler's wit, the grit, the grind
My genetic code make up, murderer by design
On Mayan calendar time, when night meets day
I'm in the light grey Bugatti like a high speed chase
Adrenaline like jogger, the jumping rope in place
Muhammed Ali hobbies, no Pilates, try'na keep the ocean by me
Hit a rich man's wife, see what these hoes can buy me
Looking forward, but it's nice to see the road behind me
Hotel's a seven star, Baguette's glowing
Keep your lid, yet dawg, the private jet Boeing, topless |
gettin dumb | I've been working every day
I'll be waiting for time to play
Call up my people, let's paint the town
Bring the fire, let's burn it down
I've been serious all the time
And tonight I lose my mind
I wanna go out and have some fun
I've been working all week, but right now I'm gettin' dumb
Yeah, we gettin' dumb
Get-gettin' dumb, yeah
We go out, get dumb
We drink, get dumb
Turnt up, get dumb
We all gettin' dumb
We all gettin' dumb
We all gettin' dumb
We all gettin' dumb, dumb
(Watch out for the dumb, dumb, watch out)
Ey! Uh, huh
Ey! We gettin' dumb
Ey! G-g-g-g-gettin', gettin' dumb
Ey! Watch out for the dumb, dumb, watch out
Watch out, baby, it's the next shit (Next shit)
Jumbo size, it's a big ship (Big ship)
Get yo head done, get a wig bitch
Extensions; get pretty, pretty
Get it, get it, girl, get your nails done
Supermodel, honey, is the outcome (Outcome)
Got these boys going (Dumb, dumb)
They ain't getting none of my kitty kitty (Kitty kitty)
Own my shit 'cause I look nice
Got my chicks and we look nice
Gotta go out, have a good night
Got so much soul like my home city
Got so much soul like my home city
Play that beat for my home city
(Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause I know, I know
That you been waiting for the weekend, weekend
So we can party like an animal, animal
So come on, come on baby
Here we go, here we go
And check it out because I
I've been working every day (Been working)
I'll be waiting for time to play (For time to play)
Call up my people, let's paint the town (Let's paint the town)
Bring the fire, let's burn it down (Let's burn it down)
I've been serious all the time
And tonight I lose my mind
I wanna go out and have some fun (Let's have some fun)
I've been working all week, but right now I'm gettin' dumb
Yeah, we gettin' dumb
Get-gettin' dumb, yeah
We go out, get dumb
We drink, get dumb
Turnt up, get dumb
We all gettin' dumb
We all gettin' dumb
We all gettin' dumb
We all gettin' dumb, dumb
(Watch out for the dumb, dumb, watch out)
Ey! Uh, huh
Ey! We gettin' dumb
Ey! G-g-g-g-gettin', gettin' dumb
Ey! Watch out for the dumb, dumb, watch out
Turn it up, burn it up
All my drinkers, sip it up
I see nothing in your cup
Come on baby, fill it up
Let's fill it up, let's get it up
Got that purple, hit it up
Where's my table? Set it up
I got my crew, we rolling up
You know the name, no shame in mine
I got that, mhm hm, all the time
I can do it anytime
Me and my crew on the grind
Girl you know what time it is
We keep it rocking, marvelous
We stay on top like finalists
Burn up the floor like arsonists
'Cause I know, I know
That you been waiting for the weekend, weekend
So we can party like an animal, animal
So come on, come on baby
Here we go, here we go
And check it out because I know, I know
That you been waiting for the weekend, weekend
So we can party like an animal, animal
So come on, come on baby
Here we go, here we go
And check it out because I
I've been working every day (Been working)
I'll be waiting for time to play (For time to play)
Call up my people, let's paint the town (Let's paint the town)
Bring the fire, let's burn it down (Let's burn it down)
I've been serious all the time
And tonight I lose my mind
I wanna go out and have some fun (Let's have some fun)
I've been working all week, but right now I'm gettin' dumb |
jenny of oldstones game of thrones | High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones who had loved her the most
The ones who'd been gone for so very long
She couldn't remember their names
They spun her around on the damp old stone
Spun away all her sorrow and pain
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
They danced through the day and into the night
Through the snow that swept through the hall
From winter to summer and winter again
'Til the walls did crumble and fall
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones who had loved her the most |
caribou lou | Yeah, it's like the ultimate party favor baby ya know?
2 cups will get her hot and out of her clothes ya know?
Caribou Lou it's like
151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
Half a bottle of 151 off in a jug
1 cup of Malibu Rum, baby that's whassup then you
Fill the rest of the jug with pineapple juice and it's crackin'
The only defect is waking up like what happened
I like red light parties and fed right bodies who like
Bread like Dolly and head right totties at night
Aribou Cay oulay
Terrible day you pay the liquor store teller
With no hair or toupee, touché
Get the party jumping, keep the hotties humpin'
I like 'em thick and juicy so don't Pilates nothin'
Drinkin' too much Lou you
Might be karate punchin' or at the back of the club
Attending the naughty luncheon
Satin, coolaid gives you hella 151 November dog so run kitty run
We gon' drink it until we dumb-ditty-dumb, bum-bitty-bum
Here Kansas City come so give me some
151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
I see double, I see triple
Might be trouble, might see pistols
We ain't tryna hear you haters sucking on sickles
We living it up in two double O sizzle
Wonder you may bro, until your day go
Why I'm the one to drink you under the table
And all the ladies I will do in time
Once you become a member of my drinking club you will find Tech N9ne
Trying to tell her truly get nudey yes
I even do L-words in their fruity bizutti
Like to drink it and yell slurs at the movies
If I'm heated I'm off to get Caribou Lou to cool me
Created by Tech Nizzle and T. Wizzle one high day
We mixed it up and then I say we treat Caribizzle like our lady
Originated in Kansas City, Missouri since 1995 baby
151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
Tar bender I need a drother nink
Release Caribou Lou in a party and it's utter kink
Insane manie, keep 'em coming then I'll remain zany
'Cause Sadatay baby I'm trying to make you my main damey
For the rest of the night, girl you're sexy, you're tight
Come to me casa and see the chakra flexin' you right
Groupies at 12 o'clock man I'll crawl, I'll go
Yeah I'll recruit 'em, but I better not crap that's all I know
Yep in my white T and Nikes you might sight me
Slightly hyph and might see dry heaves
Die we shall not need I.V.'s beside me Siamese
(Tech!) Huh? (You're not making any sense!)
I might make her wanna swing her Prada
But once I get up on the mic and do my thing I got her (Tech!)
Hey, batter batter batter batter sah-wing-a, batter
He can hit, he can hit, he can hit, sah-wing-a, batter
151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, yeah oh
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Kaliko
It goes 151 Malibu Rum, Pineapple juice baby we havin' too fun
I'd like to give a big shout out to Caribou Lou
'Cause I drink it, but they ain't paying me for it
Not yet! |
partyisntover campfire bimmer | Uhm, I said, the party isn't over
We could still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we could still dance girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
Like me, like me
Uhm, I said, the party isn't over
We could still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we could still dance girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
Like me, like me
Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows
Motherfuckers getting lynched and burned
I earned it, my Flog Gnaw badge is looking good
On this brand new jacket
The donuts on the flag waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham crackers and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I need a piece of Hersheys
Darker than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
I centered the mellow over the graham
Heated it too long now, it's melting over my hand
Fuck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting
We're making s'mores by the campfire
Camp Flog Gnaw, Golf Wang summer
Sat by the fire
To witness gentle, but radical
Transformation ceased to be mindless
Create our own sweetness
At last growing the heart
Yo bring the bass back in
Yeah, hehe
Who ate all the fuckin' chocolate?
Oh that's Domo fat ass, haha
Yeah
I ain't trying to go home, really
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your head lights are off, I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash
Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame Impala
(It'll get dark outside soon)
And I'm sharing Slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow
You’re fucking nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?
(Where the street lights trail, Oooooooo)
Maybe, I don’t know, I think you’re chill
(Ride for)
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your head lights are off, I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash
Mmmm it’ll get dark outside, soon (My baby, ride for me)
Where the street lights trail (My baby, ride for me)
You ain’t gotta lie to kick it darling
It’s cool we’re moving slow
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I’m trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer, smash
You remind me of my bimmer
Where you been, man?
Oh, I had a drop off to make real quick. Hey, have you seen Salem?
Oh she with that new dude, Wolf, or, Darnell, whatever his name is
Fuck that nigga, man. Hey you know where they went?
I seen 'em going down by the lake
What the fuck!
You good man? You need some sherm? I got some
I got a can of these baked beans too |
medusa | Marvel at the marble, marvelous mahogany floors
I need mosaics on the vases, evasive
Faces of Medusa what I'm used to, complacent
Sharp as a lance, on point like a lancet
Enhancements, handmade ceramics antique standards
Speaking Spanish, a patient man's antics
Reserved parking spots in the lots behind behind the annex
Bands for the buffies alias upon my amex
She begging me to trust her on a hammock popping xanax
The money was the buffer that absorbed the most damage
Unscathed, Willie not a scratch upon my armour
Sipping Arnold Palmer camouflaging, karma came to get me
Get me Guatemalan bitches, we in the Galapagos
Guava in my vodka, some guap for the zapatos, throwed
Humping hoes, my humble abode
Twin wood grain refrigerators, stainsless steel stoves
Sterling silver silverware, I'm dancing on these bitches
New beamers, semi-automatics in the Bally
Duffle definite, hustle more steam muscles pay the mortgage
Money orders Corrlinks, push button Porsches
Portraits, gorgeous
Scary like the mortuary terrace, carry grudges like the rabies
Reliable blades, rap rabbi, double chop ribeye
Live from Roppongi, you punk motherfuckers, (my) chain
Dangle like a bungee cord, whores fall to my feet
Undefeated, undisputed, deeply rooted
Ayo this spliff look like a shrimp with a shit
Spent a grip on the droptop whip with the lip
If I was black my waves would spin
Better than a day would win
Got the burnt autumn follicles engraved in chin
My knife-work like Hiroyuki Sakai
Vocals got me all expenses paid, boat trips to Dubai
Fly Emirates, now the shorty's thighs spreading
On bedding, they got a hundred thousands threading counts
It's 10am and I'm already on my seventh ounce
10:30 I be up inside my pigeon's house
When it strikes noon, light the flute
Bite the fruit, inspired by the loot
Throw your mamma off the roof
Then got upset cause I spill soda on my shoe
These are shark, now I guess I gotta wear 'em to the park
While I'm shooting jumpers with the arc
Olive oil voice, poise
Pipe the Caucasoid, until the whore make a joyful noise
Fill the void, my head embroidered in the coin
The gun and the groin interjoin
I moist the woman's loins, Helen of Troy, I’m a sex toy
Mama’s boy, foreign car convoy
The chrome of the alloy, annoy that's an asteroid
To bring the black boy laughter and joy
Hoping in Utopia, the flow this is opium
You bagging bush weed, I'm clone like a Kush seed
You fleed as the bullets are freed at good foot speed
And breeze, the need to see you bleed is appeased
Victory is seized, the displeased live with the disease
Please give me 40 feet like a centipede
Look distinctive, the link that's a nigga trinket
My slut twenty-five she lust to be fingered
Lick off a shot, call it cunnilingus
Kinda cunning, we've come to an agreement
Sign off on that in the morning
It all looks good
My lawyer's talking right
About 700,00 |
dimaggio | Tours overseas
Couple million on the table
By the time I'm 24 I'll be sellin out staples
I got big plans
Sing and rap
I can switch hands
Crossover killer
Labels know that I'm the hitman
Women all on me
Tryna give me sex favors
Take your clothes off you're a starter not a bench player
Then I gotta go
I won't say I'm heartless
But after dating hoes
I began to use my heart less
Had to pump the brakes
Cuz my drive got GPS
Sometimes I feel like the only real genius left
I'm tryna hit the blunt with Snoop on GGN
Even my blind hoe say she wanna see me win
Even my ex girl got my old CD in
Rotation you gon' wish you didn't leave me when
I go and cop a little mazzi maybe cut the roof off
Cuz I'm all about the drop like EDM
I got my first arena show
I'm on the flight there now
I use to dream about the life that I'm livin right now
Makin money in abundance
Cuz I do so much for free
I don't work for the money
I make the money work for me
But the family going through it
That's a lotta my stress
Momma asking where's my iTunes and Spotify checks
It's funny cuz she use to ask when I was going back to classes
Now I'm paying off her debts off of melodies and raps
It's fun takin south beach trips every month
Spend a mortgage on my sister by the time we eat lunch
Just to let her know no matter what her big bro got her
No dudes can trick on her
No Harlem globetrotters
Entry into my circle is more selective than a Rhodes scholar
Ship is sailing already so don't bother
But I do business
So if it makes sense
We can talk change
Just play your role and do it well just be like John Wayne
I'm Tom Hanks except I always remain captain
In Atlanta I don't dance but I always remain snappin
Cash in quantity
In less than a year I dropped your favorite rappers entire discography
I did every single beat
I mixed every single song
Walked in as the opener
But turned it to sing a long
Rapping on my beats got it sounding like a gospel
I take my hotel rooms and turn em to a brothel
Women in rotation
Made it out the basement
Bank account lookin like a fucking donation
No amazement
I been patient
I've been cookin for so long I swear that I can taste it
This is laced with (yeah)
Young DiMaggio
My streak is impossible to break
Dropping hits everytime I hit the plate
I might go away soon tho
Strategize the debut
Link with the label
I see y'all playin' I'm tryna play too
Yuh, just know
I know what I'm doing
Imma' always call the shots |
finessin | One thing about me, I know how to get it out the mud nigga
Fly shit only
Rags to riches
I ain't looking back
Yeah, F.B.G
We global now nigga
Paying dues
Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin'
Finessin', we came up from nothin'
Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin'
Finessin', we went from rags to riches
Whipping up that Frank Lucas, cooking up that Young Poochie
Beamer coup with a clear view, got 'Rari with the clear view
Trapped out, I'm on CNN, spaceship I done went to Mars
Gotta model bitch who can take the dick, got a gutter bitch who can take a charge
Went to Paris on a weekday, and I'm coming back in a couple months
Everyday I wake up, I'm drinking lean, I'm smoking blunts
Dropped out of my high school, then I went and copped me a drop top
Got residue on my dreadlocks, my whole style unorthodox
Trading in my hand scale, started selling them big bells
30 bricks by 30 bricks, I could sell a nigga some oatmeal
Sell a nigga some horse feed, cashing out for a hundred pounds
Sell a nigga some A-1, I'll cook it up for you right now
Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin'
Finessin', we came up from nothin'
Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin'
Finessin', we went from rags to riches
Credit card my swipe game, I strike off like lightning
Fuck with me, my lick game, I'm hitting licks excite me
I'm taking off like MJ, my check game like Nike
Anytime I get that cash, that cash make me hyphy
I'm jumping off my products, stacking up my dollars
I stay chasing that guala, ain't no turning up my collar
Represent my city, nigga want game gotta pay pesos
That pink inside my Styrofoam, got yellow bones on my iPhone
Running up like a treadmill, conversation gotta pay bills
Everything I wear nigga is Ferragamo in public
High top Margiela's, thousand dollars for a sweater
Money talk no pressure, everything disrespectful
Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin'
Finessin', we came up from nothin'
Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin'
Finessin', we went from rags to riches |
wait for you | Tell them sometimes you wake up
Sex's the last thing that's on your mind
Covered in makeup
Swear the prettiest things are hardest to find
Girl I'm still lookin' for you
Where could you be? Prolly somewhere in the UV
Tip-toein' out the whip cause you had too much to sip
Might as well be like me, take your time, let the liquor sit
Girl, I will wait for you
I will wait for you
Girl, I will wait for you
To get in the right state of mind
Girl, girl I need you, gotta see you
, got to take it
Good girl, I hit nice and slow
Good girl, I hit nice
Good girl, I hit nice |
teleport 2 me jamie | Getting in from the airport
You getting in from the study group
The only thing missing at this point
Is bona fide chillin' time with you
I can't stand the times when I'm alone at night
And I feel your side of the bed and it’s cold
Wide awake, I don't know the time
'Cause I'm too busy texting you on my phone
Saying
I want you girl, I need your body right here
Won't you teleport to me?
I want you girl, I need your body right here
Won't you teleport to me?
I want you girl
Right here, right here
Won't you teleport to me?
I want you girl
Right here, right here
Won't you teleport to me, baby?
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey hey
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na, hey hey
You call out to me through the light
I know you must be close
The moment when I realize it's all in my mind
The moment I hate the most
Somebody help me out, does anyone care?
Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone there?
I'm over the loneliness and I can't close my eyes
Without you by my side
And I want you girl, I need your body right here
Won't you teleport to me?
I want you girl, I need your body right here
Won't you teleport to me?
I want you girl
Right here, right here
Won't you teleport to me?
I want you girl
Right here, right here
Won't you teleport to me, baby?
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey hey
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na, hey hey
Hey hey
Teleport to me
Right here
Won't you teleport to me, baby? |
c7osure you like | True say, I want and I need
To let go, use my time to be free
It's like it's always what you like
It's always what you like
Why it's always what you like?
It's always what you like, huh
Ain't no more actin', man, that forecast say I should just let me grow
No more red light for me, baby, only green, I gotta go
Pack my past up in the back, oh, let my future take ahold
This is what I gotta do, can't be regrettin' when I'm old
Brand new places I'll choose and I'll go, I know
Embracin' this news I behold unfolding
I know, I know, I know it don't feel like it's time
But I look back at this moment, I'll see that I'm fine
I know, I know, I know it don't feel like it's time
I set boundaries for myself, it's time to cross the line
True say, I want and I need
To let go, use my time to be free
It's like it's always what you like
It's always what you like
Why it's always what you like?
It's always what you like, uh
Ain't no more actin', man, that forecast say I should just let me grow
No more red light for me, baby, only green, I gotta go
Pack my past up in the back, oh, let my future take ahold
This is what I gotta do, can't be regrettin' when I'm old |
im ya dogg | Baby, I come running
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
Baby, I come running
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
He ain't listenin'
So you can talk to me, don't listen to him
A body like that ain't hard to feed, cause girl I'll eat you up
All in a couple of seconds, girl I'll eat you up
It's when you realize you're in Heaven like how'd you get there?
Baby what you doin' in this chair? Couldn't let you sit there
You need help, somebody should get there
You see girl, time is like money, both of which men loathe
Spend them both with me and then for sure you'll know
Baby, I come running
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
Baby, I come running
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol on his lap, boy
Home run hitter, thought I was a batboy
Search warrant for the crib, you better get a map for it
Paid for, meanin' I ain't gotta rap for it
She a alley oop, I tap it off the backboard
Hustlin', baby what you lookin' for? Just ask for it
Blue Ferrari, I'm the envy of the task force
Impeccable suits, as I run with my dogs
Pinkie rings and things that come with my wonderful job
Dogg pound niggas, and we came to fight
I was several million up before it came to light
Now they callin' me the truest one to ever do it
Status symbol for the pimps, now enjoy the music
Smoked out like a player and you know the name
Break a bitch quick, really, biggest in the game
Baby, I come running
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
Baby, I come running
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
I got... Rottweiler in tube sock
Pitbull... lock on your neck, kiss it and you'll die
Boxer... you take mine's off then hallelujah
Shando, count my blessings, spin around two times
Freaky... freak like it's the 80s
Fuckin' explicit, radio prolly say we
Should tone it... down with the clean version
Dirty... but in public you're like teen virgin
I like it... make me realize my vices
Enticin', flower bombin' all on your privates
Private... meetin' inside your bedroom
Head in that Maybach boomin', thank God for leg room
It's a trophy in that pussy, I'mma cum in first place
I'mma cum in first place, cum in, cum in first place
I'm your D-O-double-G and I need more Pedigree
What it D-O? Puppy chow, I've been grown and so off the leash, ho
Baby, I come running
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
Baby, I come running
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running |