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Marshmello and more make major donations to blacks’ rights organizations

Source: Marshmello and more make major donations to blacks’ rights organizations In the past week, Kayzo, Ghastly, Deorro, Svdden […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. With Virgil Abloh, artistic director of Louis Vuitton’s menswear collection and CEO of the trendy label Off-White, being called out for only sharing a screenshot donation for $50, it’s nice to see that many EDM producer/DJs are being more generous. Today, Marshmello donated $50,000 to the NAACP.

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Virgil Abloh Called Out For $50 Donation To BLM Movement

The issue of how much celebrities and the wealthy should donate has been an issue for years, most recently with […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: Virgil Abloh Called Out For $50 Donation To BLM Movement Virgil Abloh, artistic director of Louis Vuitton’s menswear collection and CEO of the trendy label Off-White, as well as DJ, is currently being flamed on Twitter for his $50 donation to a protesters’ bail fund.

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Smino – TEMPO Lyrics

Yes Sir
Nigga, I was gon’ say this
Whole lot to do, feel me? Big SMI-OO
You know what I’m sayin’? Let’s go
Shit’s whatever
[Verse 1]
I eat pussy ’cause it’s good for me
Pussy tighter than a cheerio
I’m in London, they say “Cheerio” (Cheerio)
In the city, niggas cheer me on
Blunt bigger than a burrito
Queso coupe, I got a tenant in case I swoop
Way too much fun, I’m soundin’ like trigga truth, baby
I don’t be trippin’ like that on the title, just take a trip, baby
I don’t be drinkin’ like that, hope this Hen’ feelin’ Roddy Rich, lazy
[Bridge]
Hop in the back of the boat (Yes)
In the back of the boat (What?)
In the back of the boat (Huh)
In the back of the boat
Aye-aye, in the water
With a bih like Rihanna? I’m anti broke hoe, you ain’t ballin’ be honest
I took the tempo, huh (Huh)
Damn I caught my tempo, huh (Yeah-yeah)
You nigga straight from the soil
I planted them seeds, I got a tenfold (Alright)
Yeah, I’m the CEO, SMI-O
They tell me copy tenfold, uh
She call me papi, that pussy stay poppin’ for me, me, me, oh
[Chorus]
You ain’t ballin’ be honest, I took the tempo, (Hoe)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo
You ain’t ballin’ be honest, I took the tempo, (Hoe)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn, damn I caught my tem-
[Verse 2]
And I’m never fallin’ regardless the mountain
I’m Billy the goat, I got wonderful balance
She really the GOAT, with no hands and she tell and show
Ten out of ten, everytime I get bidness
She throwin’ the towel, we go eat at Thai
My old bitches see me, I order sushimi like, woah
Yeah we fuckin’ raw
I know, I know you heard somethin’ that your sister saw
I don’t wanna get involved, we just talk
But all this fightin’ in the lobby, sloppy shit must stop
Oh, oh (Oh)
[Chorus]
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo
You ain’t ballin’ be honest, I took the tempo, (Hoe)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn, damn I caught my t- Play this song
[Intro]
Oh (Yeah, yeah)
Man my boy back in the bitch on some everythang shit
We back in that muthafucka, you know what I’m sayin’?

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Blacc Zacc – Chump Change Lyrics

[Intro]
I still got the bag in the city, come and get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf**kin’ beat? Ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherf**ker
This ain’t nothin’ but some chump change, dog (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)
[Verse 1]
Went to Johnny Dang, I spent the extra on the chain (Ooh)
I blow the check insane, I’m ’bout to ice tray the gang (Ice)
I copped this groupie ho, she wanna f**k me for my fame (Bitch)
White and red bitch, she eatin’ dick like candy cane (Bitch)
I just signed a deal and they actin’ like I’m broke (Yup)
Got that bitch, they dropped the bag at Interscope (Let’s go)
I’m still in the Hellcat with the .30 on the pole (Skrrt)
Won’t hesitate to smoke a lil’ rapper like a pope (Bitch)
Don’t compare me to you rappers, I don’t really speak lyrics (Uh-huh)
The world know I’m a trapper, I get lyrics through spirit (Nah)
I was bein’ way too humble, I had to come up out that shell
I don’t care about no cover, my bag XXL (Nigga)
[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)
[Verse 2]
Lil’ freaky bitch can eat the dick, but I don’t love her (Bitch)
I got too many hoes to f**k, nigga, I can shuffle (Bitch)
I’m still ’bout my chips like a muh’f**kin’ Ruffle (Let’s go)
Took my first advance and spent that shit up off some bubble (Woo)
Get that shit through customs, I’m addicted to the hustle (Let’s go)
Touch my chain and you a goner, caught a corner, I’ma buss ’em (Brrt)
Ain’t ever in the city, “How he claim that he the richest?” (What?)
I heard his hood against him, niggas change when you get millions
(Ha)
I started epidemic, niggas’ trappin’ like they Zacc (CEO muh’f**ka)
Bitch, this ain’t no gimmick, I really C up in the trap (Yeah)
Comin’ down that chimney, I’m like Grinch for that set
Told OG, “Let’s get it,” made a M off of rap (Nigga)
[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)

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Jay Fizzle – Introduction Lyrics

[Intro]
Fah, fah
Racks racks
Fizzle
Gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Whole lot of paper route business
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper route Taliban
Big grape
Crip
[Chorus]
Pockets on full, strapped with that forty, yeah
I hear the little shit that you talkin’
I don’t sip lean, but I smoke weed, yeah
Strong got a lil nigga coughin’
Leave a nigga dead, put him in the grave, yeah
Put a lil nigga in a coffin
Nigga you a bitch, nigga you a ho
CEO want you gone, lil nigga I got you
[Verse 1]
I got two guns, ayy, try me, get pop popped
I got two sons, play with them, no question, you got
I got coupon, I got a nigga whacked for the cheap
Ayy, big Grape nigga, big C, ayy
Double G down to the feet, yeah
Big Tigga my role model
And Mad Max nigga off Shottas
I feel like the plug, El Chapo
You was hoopin’ in school, I was robbin’
Gang turned up, nigga Taliban
Hood on go like Pakistan
You ain’t heard, now you heard, nigga I’m the man
Pop a nigga’s ass like a rubber band
[Bridge]
I’m the plug lil nigga, that’s why I look like this
I’m the shooter lil nigga, that’s why I move like this
I got the Glock lil nigga, that’s why I walk like this
My pockets fat lil nigga, that’s why I talk like this
I’m the plug lil nigga, that’s why I look like this
I’m the shooter lil nigga, that’s why I move like this
I got the Glock lil nigga, that’s why I walk like this
My pockets fat lil nigga, that’s why I talk like this
[Verse 2]
Been with the shit, no toilet bowl
I, turn a nigga head to a hole
TT he loc, that man can’t fold, ayy
Play with lil cuz and get smoked
I’m rollin’ dope, I’m smokin’ dope, yeah
Burn the lil hairs off my nose
Trap never close, knock at the door, yeah
I get you served on the boat
Water on me like a Fanta
Shittin’ on niggas, no Pamper
Chopper turn niggas to dancers
He the wrong smoke, don’t do cancer
I shot his ass like a Newport
Trappin’ and robbin’ my new sport
I f**ked a thot and got two ‘borts
Then f**ked this bitch in like two bullets
[Interlude]
Paper route business nigga
Paper route Fizzle nigga
Big grape
Fah fah
That’s all you gon’ hear me say in the foreign
Dumpin’ out the window nigga
Fah fah
[Chorus]
Pockets on full, strapped with that forty, yeah
I hear the little shit that you talkin’
I don’t sip lean, but I smoke weed, yeah
Strong got a lil nigga coughin’
Leave a nigga dead, put him in the grave, yeah
Put a lil nigga in a coffin
Nigga you a bitch, nigga you a ho
CEO want you gone, lil nigga I got you

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K. Michelle – Supa Hood Lyrics

Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch
[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
When they super hood, yeah, that be super good (Damn)
It’s just somethin’ ’bout them niggas when they out the hood (Oww)
I let him hold my [?] with no licence (Yep)
Knock a bitch out, got ’em like I’m Mike Tyson (Haha)
If he call me and I’m sleep, bitch, I’m wakin’ up (I’m wakin’ up)
It’s like every other week, we be breakin’ up (Child, please)
The only nigga that can smoke weed in my car
If we get pulled over, stash the weed in my bra
Let him hit raw, might give a baby to him (Yep)
I’m super crazy ’bout him, God know I love ’em hood (God knows)
I ain’t goin’ nowhere, lets get that understood
I just love my niggas hood (Period)
[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)
[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch
[Verse 3: Kash Doll]
If he ain’t a hood nigga, why bother? Play this song
[Intro]
B-beats for the stars
[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
‘Cause the hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)
[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch Richer [?] father
A block baby with more cabbage than a farmer
The type of nigga used to trap out the [?]
Used to have goals but he got rid of those
Went from movin’ O’s to fuckin’ wit’ CEO’s
When bad bitches controls, neck and wrists get froze
And them the type of nigga, soak my pussy through my clothes
And um, chocolate brown, nice smile, that’s the kind I like
Kinda wild but that nigga got his money right (Right)
If I tell him “It’s a go”, he won’t hit the brakes
And you know that nigga keep that fire on him just in case
[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
901 on my phone comin’ through
Young nigga, street dude, 22
Sorry, I’m not ’bout to play wit’ you (I’m so sorry)
‘Cause if we fuckin’, you fuck off, then I’ma shoot (Shoot, yeah, shoot)
Memphis niggas drive me crazy (Crazy)
I may let him fuck and he ain’t even gotta pay me (He gotta pay)
He be wit’ the shit, never Fugazi
He don’t hesitate to shoot for a lady
I roll his weed and how he like to buy my weave
And he be off the drink, I need it
I admit that I love this shit
[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
‘Cause the hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)
[Chorus: K.

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Nicki Minaj – Suge (Remix) Lyrics

I go where I want I’m good
My niggas’ll get them goods
So come off the chain and come off the watch
You gotta respect the jux
Queen sleazy era
And they never see me ever
‘Cause I send my shooters and they introduce us
As soon as I pull the lever (Brr)
I say “Choke me,” he do it
Every time that we do it
Nigga packing like Hewlett
I told him “damn nigga, you lit”
On that D going stupid
Got my ass-shots from Cupid
You could just ask Ken
He be like “Hadouken!” (Rrrh)
[Chorus: Dababy]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: DaBaby]
The first nigga play, I’ma body a nigga (Ha)
I just checked my balance
I’ll probably pull up to your hood
And come buy me a nigga (No cap)
You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy
Don’t think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch)
Get caught with your ho when I’m poppin’ ’em both
Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)
Say I’m the goat, act like I don’t know
But fuck it, I’m obviously winnin’
Don’t make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
To show you our pockets are different (Ha)
I’m out with your bitch and I only want knowledge
She got a lil’ mileage, I’m chillin’ (Uh, uh)
You disrespect me and I’ll beat your ass up
All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh)
I’m the type to let a nigga think that I’m broke
Until I pop out with a million (I pop)
Take 20K and put that on your head
And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)
Say he fuckin’ with me then he gotta grow up
‘Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin’ (Kiddin’)
This shit, it can’t fit in my pocket
I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)
Opp, I slap the shit out of niggas
No talkin’, I don’t like to argue with niggas (I don’t)
Ain’t gon’ be no more laughin’
You see me whip out guns
I’m gon’ be done shot me a nigga (No cap)
I don’t follow no bitches on IG
But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha)
And that lil’ nigga ain’t gon’ shoot shit with that gun
He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Play this song
[Intro: Nicki Minaj & DaBaby]
I had to do it (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Ha (Hm, hm)
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one (Rrrh, oo)
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drug lord, Griselda
I used to move weight through delta
So stay in your place ’cause I
Don’t wanna put you in a shelter
I’m cooking up in the kitchen
You could be my little helper
Go to the table and ask ’em
Do they want the flat or the seltzer?

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Rich the Kid – Racks Out Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
TheLabCook

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 1]
Blew a mil’, I done did that (I done did that)
Put my wrist up in the freezer like an ice pack (Ice, ice, ice)
He got two hundred thousand for that contract (For that contract)
Now that nigga broke, like where your funds at? (What, what?)
In that pussy, got her drippin’ (Got her drippin’)
She had to leave, he was slippin’ (He was slippin’)
I done broke my wrist in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
I don’t trust a bitch that say she different (Lil’ bitch)
She puttin’ gas in my Wraith (In my Wraith)
Yeah the money hide in safe (Hide in safe)
I can’t trust ’em ’cause they fake
Fucked a bitch to get the cake (Get the cake)
Chase the money, on a race (On a race)
Don’t put that pussy in my face (What?)

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2]
Throw a quarter-mil, you can’t do it (Yeah, yeah)
Why you cappin’? AP fake, I ain’t stupid (Stupid)
I just wanna get that money, put my team on (My team on)
Cuban link on me, it’s an ice cup (Ice, ice, ice)
Bet she want a purse match her brown hair (Brown hair)
But she trippin’, ain’t no fuckin’ trickin’ ’round here (‘Round here)
Niggas switch up when they make it (When they make it)
I had the chance, I had to take it (Woo)
Stay back, your money way flat (Money way flat)
I’m the fuckin’ CEO, how you gon’ top that? (How you gon’ top that?)
Off-White with the Gucci, where the mop at? (Mop at?)
Make her bust it open, then I send her right back (Rich)

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

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Russ – September 16 Lyrics

[Chorus]
I don’t know why we even tried this in the first place
But it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)
I been trying to do my best in the worst way
‘Cause it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)

[Verse 1]
Met back in our twenties
Ex-wife wanted money
You still wanted me back then but now you do not love me
No affection, no respect
It’s been too long since a check came my way
Not the same ever since my father’s death
No excuses, yeah I know
I been trying, I been trying
June I’m fine, kids I’m fine
I been lying, I been lying
So much pressure, I can’t sleep
Everything about me aching
It’s so hard to accept my kid bringing home the bacon
I’m at fault, I’m a loser, best believe I’ve heard it all
From the girl of my dreams that I married in the fall
And I get it, your resentment, yeah it’s justified
But I’ve had enough of arguing, I’ve had enough of crying
I know that you’re mad but you were mad when I was paid too
I’m feeling helpless I just hope our love saves you
It’s been over twenty years, recognize our blessings
Even though that we can barely coexist for more than twenty seconds, damn

[Chorus]
I don’t know why we even tried this in the first place
But it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)
I been trying to do my best in the worst way
‘Cause it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)

[Verse 2]
I love you Jim, the way you grin, the way you make me laugh
The way you helped me raise three angels, wouldn’t take it back
I think you’re a genius, that’s why I be stressing you
CEO, CEO, I expect nothing less from you
That’s a compliment, I know that I should show more
Gratitude for you, I know my attitude’s been so poor
But so have we but this is deeper than a bank account
I know that I got pent up shit, I know I need to work it out
Russell takes me traveling, he just does our balancing
He knows that you’re strong meanwhile he knows that I’m unraveling
He’s not taking sides, trust me he says that you’re right
He just tryna help us both, he don’t wanna see us fight
It rained when we got married and you know I loved the sun
I know I blamed you for things outta your control
But you’re the one that I love
Damn, that I love (I’m sorry, I love you)

[Chorus]
I don’t know why we even tried this in the first place
But it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na na na)
I been trying to do my best in the worst way
‘Cause it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na na na)

[Outro]
Na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

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Rich The Kid – Can’t Afford It lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
You know what I’m saying, I know they doubted me
Counted me out, you know what I’m saying
Bossed up, real CEO though, read about it

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (Bentley trucks)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Huh, I know I’m winning but they doubted me (doubted me)
Niggas thought that I was playing, I’m the prodigy (what)
Diamonds cooler than a cooler, shout out to my jeweler (ice, ice)
If I want that n*gger sooner, put her in a Uber
I had ran up a sack, f*ck a contract
Cookie pack, anthrax, catch a contact
Rich forever I’m the CEO
50,000 just in Barneys, I got plenty more
Picking bitches out a magazine
AP or the new Philippe (ice, ice)
New Givenchy on my feet
I got three million haters you can take a seat

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Pusha-T ]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (ooh)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
King Push
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Baby, your self-esteem cannot be this low
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Why is you f*ckin’ this man?
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
You know he can’t afford it
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it

[Verse 2: Pusha-T]
He can’t afford you, baby, just abort it (kill a baby)
That 488 just got ordered
Facetiming from the flight I just boarded (right)
I’ll have my travel agent get you sorted
Nowadays you impressed by so little
I look at your top 5, niggas is so middle
The rhymes don’t even riddle
The diamonds in your Rollies don’t skittle
I see no rainbows
All you lame-os
I just changed clothes
The peacoat is Marni, you thinking Armani
This sh*t is from Jeffrey’s, that sh*t is from Barney’s (ooh)
You should have Zoe Costello to applaud me
Or impede

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (Bentley trucks)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it

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Famous Dex – CEO Lyrics

[Intro: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Yeah (you know)
Ah, had to sip that lemon water, you know
Talk my shit heavily (yeah, heavily, man)
Lotta shit changed in the past few years, you know
Less friends, more money though (yeah, what)
Huh, count up
Huh, yeah (skrrt)
Uh, yeah (skrrt, talk your shit, Chino)

[Verse 1: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, Balenciaga runners (yeah)
Huh, put in hours just like a trucker
Man, I don’t fuck with suckas (skrrt, skrrt)
Huh, came up in this rap shit, they say I lucked up
Man, they got me fucked up (got me fucked up)
Huh, my man got it fucked up (ha)
Huh, shoot ’em head to buckets (Dexter)
And we causin’ ruckus (ha, yeah, what)
Ooh, these bitches wanna fuck me (they do)
Ha, got three kids, gota AP (ooh), hell nah can’t fuck me (nah baby girl, uh)
Ha, trappin’ on the block with a Glock (what), hell nah it ain’t rusty (bow)
Ha, run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’, huh (bow, bow, bow)
Run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’ (what)
Ha, ooh, pop a molly, bustin’, ooh, what

[Verse 2: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, joggers tight but the money fit
He got indicted with a hundred grips (yeah)
Got fly miles, took a hundred trips (nyoom)
Huh, what? A hundred trips (oh man god damn)
Hundred bands, yeah I run the shit
Huh, I got the trap, it’s bustin’ (what, uh)
12 try to kick my door and shit (what)
Wait, I had to call my cousin, huh (yeah)
Skrrt in the Lambo (skrrt, skrrt)
Got a lil’ bitch, she a cute hoe
Diamonds like rainbow (rainbow)
Oh, yeah where the money go? (Ooh)
I’m like, yeah where the money go?

[Verse 3: Pachino & Famous Dex]
The money we spent it, we got it back (we got it)
Talkin’ that trap, did a lot of that (yeah)
We throwin’ out packs like a quarterback (skrrt)
And we catchin’ that ball like a running back (nyoom)
Talkin’ this rap shit
You know you my son with that (that’s my lil’ nigga)
My man got that .45, and we’ll make him jump with that (pew, pew, pew)
He talkin’ that tough shit
And we’ll make him run with that (pew, what)
His bitch outside, I bet you he won’t get his lover back (oh man god damn, ooh, ha, what)

[Verse 4: Famous Dex]
Ha, she a thot, thot, thot, thot, huh (ooh)
Ooh, ha, she on my cock, cock, cock (what)
Ooh, I was trappin’ on the block, ooh (a block)
Puttin’ dope in my sock, ooh, huh (my sock, what, ooh)
Used to keep a Glock, ooh (ha, yeah, what)
Red beam on the Glock, ooh, huh (oh man god damn)
Had to stop the shit, yeah (ooh, huh)
Had me a kid, so I had to get rich (what)
Huh, yeah, shout out to Rich (ooh)
Huh, that’s my brother, lil’ bitch (that’s my brother, lil’ bitch)
What, yeah, don’t blame me
Huh, yeah, diamonds on my teeth (my what)
Huh, yeah, the boy wannabe
Huh, but he can’t be like me (ha, what)

[Outro: Famous Dex & Pachino]
Ha, yeah
What, yeah, ha (ha, what)
Dexter and Chino, huh (know what the fuck goin’ on, man)
Every time we do music, this shit go (Chino man, milli gang, CEO shit)
Ha, Dexter and Chino, huh
Every time we do music, this shit go
Huh, yeah, huh, what
Milli gang shit, ha
DDB, bitch
What, your bitch shit, ooh
CEO shit, ooh, a what, yeah, yeah, huh (CEO shit, CEO shit, CEO shit)
Milli gang shit, yeah
DDB shit
Yeah, know we run shit
Yeah, know I’m done shit, yeah (we did this shit in like two minutes man, stop fuckin’ playin’)
Know what I’m sayin’ (haha, bitch ass niggas)
Yeah, milli gang DDB shit, you know what I’m sayin’
Take your books out, yeah

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Rich The Kid – Dear Friends lyrics

[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO sh*t
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more sh*t, you dig?
Pour a four, sh*t
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them n*gger niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the game, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ sh*t (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullsh*t (bullsh*t), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic sh*t (tragic sh*t)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many probs, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

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Rich The Kid – Dead Friends

[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

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Rich The Kid – Dead Friends Lyrics

[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

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Lil Skies – Creeping Lyrics

Ain’t no shame on you
Aye aye

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear thats the perfect sequence

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Why you like to lie shawty you know you impressed
See you fuckin’ with me now cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low collect these checks
She fuck with solid niggas
She don’t be fuckin’ with broke boys
I ran it up that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe
She don’t be fuckin’ with no toys
Watch my back niggas lurkin’
My girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect
Dip and dash when we swervin’
Oh me, Oh my
Put my hand on your thigh
If I come through tonight
I’ll make you touch the ski
Dont need to wink my eye
Know I’m not even playin’
You know just what I’m sayin’
Got you and all your cravings

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear that’s the perfect sequence

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe
Two bitches spread your roof
That pussy good I’m blamin’ you
You drippin’ shame on you
She got real water
Head real smarter
They into business from florida
Probably can afford her
Bentley truck might park the cop
I’m living comfortable
Talk money then I’m stuck with you
Now I’m in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO
No smoke talk im the CEO
My bitches is bad they do the most
She way too foreign straight off the boat
I put her on top she leaking
She leakin’
Touch you a freak on the weekend

Blame on me no shame on you
Girl you can’t hide the truth
I might get a rarri coupe
But just to flex on you

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Young Scooter – Both Sides Lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Can’t trust these niggas you dig, they so broke
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides, a-hah
Brother with me in this bitch you digg, that’s one til infinity

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Whippin’ a brick, right out a crock-pot
Put me a coupe on some sticks, drinkin on [?]
We the slimiest it get, you wanna swap sides
My bitch is black and they white, I don’t do [?]
I’m in a chocolate Ferrari, yeah, I look like a spider
My fifth pocket molly
My partner on Roxies, yeah, my bitch caught a body
She eat up lil bitch like a [?]
She play with my drip I’ma dump her
She say I’m the best so I tongued her
Pimp the bitch, [?]
If you fuck my dog, make sure you keep it sexy
I’m pouring up Texas, Codeine
We got a few out of town it’s the nosebleeds
I just got a call from Scooter, and he told me

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 2: Future]
Triple cross, triple black cross, woah-oh-oh
Niggas they’ll look at you just like a mill, eat you like food
Where I grew up there were warlords
Where I’m from we worship the drug lords
I’m on molly and xan, with the black card
And this gang done
Gave me a black heart
We bury cash at the graveyard
Tatted my chest with them angels
Tell my bitch to keep away the danger
Money inside the problems
Puttin’ the gang on a private
You need to see life through my eyes
Mercedes all white navy blue top
I gotta get me another vault
Niggas ain’t doing the withdrawals, gotta keep acty on deck
I gotta keep Becky on deck
I keep it real, it ain’t no flex
Twenty five hundred for Actavis
I’m on a yacht with some convicts
Come from the gutter live lavishly
Keep one in the head automatically, yeah

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BMFBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
You my nigga but I don’t trust your man, damn
He a CEO, but why he take the stand, damn
In every verse I be wrappin’ grams, yams
Just made a twin and played Uncle Sam, damn
Playing both sides’ll get you killed quick
I know you down to ride, but is you gon’ snitch
Trap the corner off [?] just me and rick
I get money in every zone, from one to six
These dirty bitches play both sides
Don’t trust these hoes cause all of them lie
These dirty lawyers they play both sides
They’ll Swap you out and make you do some time
A true feeling

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

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Migos – White Sand lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah (yeah)
Lost it again, yeah (it’s lit), ghost, Danny Phantom (oh yeah)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big Sean]
Coupe outside (outside), she say let me ride
Bust down Rollie with the ice (ice)
Ride ’round the city with a pipe
Wrist frozen (frozen)
Blessed, I guess I’m chosen (chosen)
Hit a lightskin from Oakland
In my old school sideshow
Supersport (oh yeah)
Crash the Porsche (oh yeah)
I was gettin’ head (woah)
She was killin’ it (woah)
Caught an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve swerve)
Cash out on some new sh*t (woah, look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Bitch, I surround myself with all this loyalty
Swear to God I’m the one, my girl just might propose to me (I swear)
A clique full of CEO’s (O’s), none of us got a degree (no, no)
Made it from the underground, now they back tryna bury me (bury me)
I lean, I sway (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God)
I give and hardly take, you level up, I levitate
Bitch you a culture (what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah)
Hungry for exposure, I’m with my Migos soldiers, gone

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
White color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Pull up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey)
Pavé my set and clip Blu-ray (pavé)
Run to the bag like Hussein (bag)
When I lay my head down, got two K’s (baow)
Ferrari in Miami Beach (Ferrrari)
I paid one twenty for rose Philippe (Philippe)
I took her soul for keeps, yeah (soul)
Back to back Rolls like Meech (Meech)
I check my balance, the cash I’ma double up (bag)
P-90, two-three with the monkey nuts (brrt)
When I look at my wrist it’s a hockey puck (woo)
When I get with a bitch I’ma pipe her up (hey)
Pour that lean on that ice (lean)
Leaving my dreams covered in ice (dream)
Wedding band rings, ain’t no wife
Tryna get the demons out of my sight (woo)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Nigga we ain’t hiding we straight (nope)
I’m talking big plate with that steak (steak)
Niggas be watchin’ out ’cause they scoping (watchin’)
Geeked off of Adderall, they all focused (acid)
Sipping on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls
A nigga must got to be joking (joking)
Don’t want the pack, it ain’t potent (uh)
Look at wrist, water came from the ocean (ice)
I’m laughing, never lacking (no)
Everlasting, flipping work like gymnastics (flippin’ it)
Wrapping it up in the plastic (wrappin’ it)
Smoking it up in the ashes (ashes)
Looking and watching which ass is gon’ be the fattest (asses)
I pick the bitch up and smash it
2018 we don’t pass, we trash it

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
Yeah, white color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

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Migos – “White Sand” Lyrics (Feat. Big Sean, Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign)

(Intro: Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign)
Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand (yeah)
Lost it again, yeah (it’s lit), ghost, Danny Phantom (oh yeah)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Marlins make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)

(Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big Sean)
Coupe outside (outside), she say let me ride
Bust down Rollie with the ice (ice)
Ride ’round the city with a pipe
Wrist frozen (frozen)
Blessed, I guess I’m chosen (chosen)
Hit a lightskin from Oakland
In my old school sideshow
Supersport (oh yeah)
Crash the Porsche (oh yeah)
I was gettin’ head (woah)
She was killin’ it (woah)
Caught an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve swerve)
Cash out on some new sh*t (woah, look)

(Verse 2: Big Sean)
B**ch, I surround myself with all this loyalty
Swear to God I’m the one, my girl just might propose to me (I swear)
A clique full of CEO’s, none of us got a degree
Made it from the underground, now they back tryna bury me (bury me)
I lean, I sway (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God)
I give and hardly take, you level up, I levitate
B**ch you a culture (what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah)
Hungry for exposure, I’m with my Migos soldiers, gone

(Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo)
Yeah, white color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Marlins make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

(Verse 3: Offset)
Pull up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey)
Pavé my set and clip Blu-ray (pavé)
Run to the bag like Hussein (bag)
When I lay my head down got two K’s
Ferrari in Miami Beach (Ferrrari)
I paid one twenty for rose Philippe (Philippe)
I took her soul for keeps, yeah
Back to back Rolls like Meech (Meech)
I check my balance, the cash I’ma double up (bag)
P-90, two-three with the monkey nuts (brrt)
When I look at my wrist it’s a hockey puck (woo)
When I get with a B**ch I’ma pipe her up (hey)
Pour that lean on that ice (lean)
Leaving my dreams covered in ice (dream)
Wedding band rings, ain’t no wife
Tryna get the demons out of my sight

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
Ni**a we ain’t hiding we straight (nope)
I’m talking big plate with that steak (steak)
Ni**as be watchin’ out ’cause they scoping (watchin’)
Geeked off of Adderall, they off focus (acid)
Sipping on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls
A ni**a must got to be joking (joking)
Don’t want the pack, it ain’t potent (uh)
Look at wrist, water came from the ocean (ice)
I’m laughing, never lacking (no)
Everlasting, flipping work like gymnastics (flippin’ it)
Wrapping it up in the plastic (wrappin’ it)
Smoking it up in the ashes (ashes)
Looking and watching which ass is gon’ be the fattest (asses)
I pick the B**ch up and smash it
2018 we don’t pass, we trash it

(Repeat Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo)

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Konchens – “Execs” Lyrics

(Intro)
Watcha nuh, Watcha, Watcha
Wha him a gwuan so fah?
Bwoy sah, eazy man!

An Wi nuh see nuh man
But everyman a see wi like dem nuh see ‘oman
Zee mi sah road
yeah, yeah, Yeahhh
Calm down, calm down

(Verse 1)
Dogg a who dem a play wid
ahh bwoy
Yuh nuh see wi bumbooclaat lifestyle elevated
Yuh nuh see that, eeh?
A twenty-two Karrot straight from the farm
yuh did think a gold plated?
Okay, watch when dem gyal see wi look how dem a gwuan x-rated
If mi nuh have even two hundred pak inna mi clothes more while mi feel naked
ah wi nuh see nuh man, but every man a see wi like dem nuh see ‘oman
But see yuh yeh
Neva a see weh
Wi a hussle fi so long dem only see the red interior inna mi van
Wi a mek moves an a execute big plans
Dem a sing bout man life inna dem songs
an a highlight everything wi do wrong
Wi nuh know whats next
Mi neva tell yuh why dem vex

(Chorus)
A true gyal a run wi down Breathless
While dem a run aroun’ headless
Wi a pree money inna execs
To the young Bumbooclaat execs
Mi say, gyal a run mi down Breathless
Some man a run aroun’ headless
No time fi ole an stress
Man a young bumbooclaat execs

(Verse 2)
She call me the CEO oh my God!
She say baby wha mek yuh so bad
She rate mi more than har man
ungly man she nuh rate mi more a di most High God
Him buy the love but a ungly fi a time
When she cross mi mine, a tek off the panty time
An when dem see me and you inna the same design
Fi some reason the gyal dem still jus’ on my mine
sidung a pree garbage and garbage and garbage
Inject inna di gyal system like cartridge
Might nuh buy the property dem cash
But, everything a mortgage, mortgage and mortgage
Man a mek big moves and execute big plans
Dem a sign bout man life inna dem song
an a talk bout everything wi do wrong
Wi nuh know whats next
Come mek mi tell yuh why dem vex

(Chorus)
A true gyal a run wi down Breathless
While dem a run aroun’ headless
Man a pree money inna execs
To the young Bumbooclaat execs
Mi say, gyal a run mi down Breathless
Some a dem a run aroun’ headless
No time fi ole an stress
Mi a young bumbooclaat execs

(Verse 3)
Pagan want see wi get overthrow (overthrow)
With a bag a highway
With a big spliff a puff and di breeze a blow (eeh, eeh)
End it my way
Laughing in dem face (haha, hahaaa)
Who nuh like man ways can go s*ck dem mada
(yeah, yeah)
An wi nuh see no man, but every man a see wi like dem nuh see ‘oman
yuh nuh see gyal
Neva a see weh
Wi a work fi so long dem only see the houses, an the cars, an vans
Wi a live life and a execute big plans
Dem a talk bout man life inna dem song
An a highlight everything we do wrong
We nuh know whats next
Well mek mi tell yuh why dem vex

(Chorus)
Through gyal a run wi down breathless
while dem a run aroun’ headless
A that man, an a pree money inna execs
To the young bumbooclaat execs
Mi say, gyal a run mi down Breathless
Some man a run aroun’ headless
No time fi ole an stress
Wi a young bumbooclaat execs

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Bhad Bhabie – Hi Bich (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Lil’ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil’ niggas broke
All that flexin’, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I’ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep droppin’
I’ll fuck a nigga’s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil’ nigga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so bitch
Yeah we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
Since you flexin’ like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like it’s Baghdad

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch)
She ain’t got FaceTime, I’ma Skype it
Get her head one time, tell her, “Bye, bitch”
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon’ buy me?
Come straight out the sky like I’m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil’ on my neck, I’ma blind ya
Cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
Bitch bad, still buyin’ no purses

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 3: Asian Doll]
Bitches deceased
Smokin’ on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don’t try it
Ball out the mall, I’m like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
Send her ass on a hike
I don’t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Asian Doll!

[Interlude: Bhad Bhabie]
Bitch!
You mad, ho
Why you so mad ,ho?

[Verse 4: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, don’t wanna try me
Yeah, that’s on my mama’s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up
Never wanna line up, I don’t do McDonald’s
Fuck crazy you know I’m breakin’ necks when I’m pullin’ up (skrrt)
All my numbers lookin’ outrageous
Now the blogs handin’ out praises
Got the world usin’ my phrases
Hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don’t say my name, bitch)
Barrin’ out, I ain’t got Xans in me, no
Young but I’m ballin’ like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don’t give a fuck
Came from the street, Boynton Beach
Shit, they know what’s up
Bitches that hold no position
Come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention
Knock a hoe out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin’ with no purpose?
I be puttin’ venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless
You ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it’s all comin’ together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I’m doin’ 30 of ’em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin’
Bitches showin’ everything, I be understuntin’ (damn)
Understandin’ your regard, really had nothin’ (shit)
Shit, but now I’m breakin’ records and I’m makin’ history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it’s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery
(Let your kids listen to me!)
Ho, I do millions on a slow day
And I ain’t gotta go to school like a snow day
But my… in the stu so it’s okay
Bank account look like a lick
Broke ho, you look like you sick
Slide on the beat like it’s slick
Bitch don’t compare me to Iggy
That old ho is washed and I’m lit
Wouldn’t pay her to wash up my whip
(Bye, broke bitch, bye, hoe!)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

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Kodak Black Took A Shot At JAY-Z And Gets Hammered For It

Kodak Black learned the hard way that he should respect the OGs in hip hop.

Yesterday, the “Tunnel Vision” rapper posted a meme on Instagram where he compared some JAY-Z lyrics from back in the 90s to some of his own recent lyrics. What he was insinuating is that he is a better rapper than Hov where he basically said all Jay raps about in the 1990s was “Money, cash, hoes.” That line was taken from a chorus off his 1998 classic album Vol 2 … Hard Knock Life.

In contrast, Kodak shared some of the lyrics from his single “Can I” where he raps about balling stunting and wanting to live long enough to raise his son. “Can I ball? Can I chill? / Can I stunt? / Would I live long enough to raise my son? / Made something out of nothin’ / And nothin’ what I’m from / Can your boy do something productive for once?” Kodak Black raps. Though he only shared the chorus from JAY-Z’s song, there is a lot more to the song than just that.

Here is what Hov said, “Flavors robust platinum and gold touch / Y’all rap now, fast money lets slow it up / Ni**az try to stop Jay-Z to no luck / Roc-A-Fella forever CEO what what / Us the villains, f**k your feelings.” If you step back and take a look at the project that Kodak Black released the single on, Lil B.I.G. Pac, it is full of nostalgic imagery.

Hip hop fans ceased on the moment to remind him that he cannot be compared to a rap titan like JAY-Z who just released possibly the best rap album of the year, 4:44. “This is f**kin retarded he just compared his self to j z … first of all let’s start with future ,and yo gave the worst example of a 90 s song tf,” one fan wrote in the comment while another added, “What gives you the confidence or assurance enough to post things like this?”

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Miguel – Now Lyrics

[Verse 1]
CEO of the free world now
Build your walls up high and wide
Make it rain to keep them out
That won’t change what we are inside

[Pre-Chorus]
Pick the fruit of your labor
Cultivate, plant your seeds now and watch them grow
Man, I’ll holla at you later
Let you find out what you’re made of
Just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those he does not need
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all in silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later
Oh, right now, oh, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
This can’t wait, no

[Verse 2]
CEO of the free world now
Should we teach our children hatred?
Chase the innocent, and shoot them down
It’s like we’re still running races
I’m just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those when he don’t need them
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all this silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later (La later)
No, right now, No, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
Oh right now, oh right…

[Bridge]
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
Now or never, we can work together
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
We only suffer what we allow

Now, now, now
For all the people
In Puerto Rico
Way down in Houston
For Flint, Michigan
For Standing Rock, oh!
Way down in New Orleans
For all of the dreamers
The black lives that we’ve lost right now
Now, now
This can’t wait, no
Oh, right now
Now, now, now, now
Now, now, now

[Outro]
We are the look of freedom, oh
We are the sound of freedom
We are the look of freedom
We are the sound of freedom

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Miguel – Now

[Verse 1]
CEO of the free world now
Build your walls up high and wide
Make it rain to keep them out
That won’t change what we are inside

[Pre-Chorus]
Pick the fruit of your labor
Cultivate, plant your seeds now and watch them grow
Man, I’ll holla at you later
Let you find out what you’re made of
Just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those he does not need
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all in silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later
Oh, right now, oh, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
This can’t wait, no

[Verse 2]
CEO of the free world now
Should we teach our children hatred?
Chase the innocent, and shoot them down
It’s like we’re still running races
I’m just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those when he don’t need them
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all this silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later (La later)
No, right now, No, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
Oh right now, oh right…

[Bridge]
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
Now or never, we can work together
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
We only suffer what we allow

Now, now, now
For all the people
In Puerto Rico
Way down in Houston
For Flint, Michigan
For Standing Rock, now!
Way down in New Orleans
For all of the dreamers
The black lives that we’ve lost right now
Now, now, now
This can’t wait, no
Oh, right now
Now, now, now, now
Now, now, now

[Outro]
We are the look of freedom, oh
We are the sound of freedom
We are the look of freedom
We are the sound of freedom

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The game – Russ lyrics

Lyrics Russ – The game

Yeah
Now you can hear the gold just jangling
But, its still about the take over.(the game)

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah.

Where do I start damn, man my mind is racing
Hip hop awards getting chosen by some racists
I’m in the yo, with a bottle of some clear s**t
You don’t know the truth, you just hear s**t
Homie’s on a Learjet, upgrade from the block
If you too big, f*ck fades they gon’ use the Glock (use the Glock)
I do a lot for everyone around me, y’all don’t see it
I’m in the club for half an hour then I’m probably leaving
I got paid, dip off with the gang
Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the Wraith
Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his waist
Life or death, ain’t no time to start reaching for the safe
So I play it safe versuri-lyrics.info
Real ones that would really go hit for me
Low overhead, no-one ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history, bigger when I’m dead
I’m so on
But it’s off with they head
f*ck MTV, y’all really snubbed me
How you choosing people with numbers that ain’t above me?
Oh wait, politics
Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform than any scholarship
I’m lit, I’m gassed, I’m me, I’m me
Two platinum singles, two years they were free
As I’m writing this, I know that this ain’t accurate no more
By the time that all y’all hear this I will most likely have more
I really did eight tours, headlined them all
Your contacts were bullshit, we redlined them all
I spent time in awe, on some amazed s**t
Then an O.G. told me to embrace this
I will never waste this, never get complacent
Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded
I’m still on the same s**t, take over the game s**t
I just can’t relate to your wavelength.

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah.

I get everything for free, from your girl to my wardrobe
Half a million dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property, you just got foreclosed
Money running low, you gon’ have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for your shows
So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross
Then you go back home, fall asleep frustrated
Girl laying next to you, whispering “Russ made it”
You asleep, you don’t hear her so she sneaks out
And she pulls up on me and brings the freak out
I send her back before your eyes open
I’m her fix ’cause your life’s broken
She might try chokin’
On something you don’t wanna kiss after
Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper
It’s all laughter, it’s all big bucks though
Call the buzz “Vegas” ’cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, rich like Rothschild
I’ma make you sign an NDA, now you’re on file
I’m the President, the CEO
People that I’ve never seen, tryna see me go (uh)
Billionaire minds in my circle that’s a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we don’t know, how to act
If it’s based off of fans, y’all should really do the math
If it’s based off of sales, y’all should really count the plaques
If it’s based off of p***y, y’all should really count the a*s
If it’s based off of money, y’all should really count the cash (uh)
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does
Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all time
Dreams too big to think small time
I’m just on the same s**t, take over the game s**t
I just can’t relate to any B-level wave length.

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeahhh.
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Macklemore – How To Play The Flute lyrics

Below are the complete “How To Play The Flute” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. These lyrics were added 8 hours ago.

How To Play The Flute lyrics

Don’t nobody give a damn what all that [?] talking ’bout, man. We tryna here some of that, that “Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass,” and you know what I’m saying? I’m tryna get that in my life.
Gemini

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Diamond, diamond, diamond, that’s my sh*t
Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)
Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
Curry, wavy, my undertone’s a bitch
Shoutout to my city, know I really does this
Third time’s a charm, I’m feeling triumphant (I want it)
I put a little gold up on my bicuspids
They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who’s he?)
She may be vanilla cream, baby, her butt big
They treat me like McGregor when I’m out in Dublin (They do)
My mama don’t like it when I be cussing (She don’t)
But f*ck these motherf*ckers, mama, I don’t trust them
It’s plush up in the bucket, look, don’t touch it, thought you knew
In the pocket like I’m Russel, man, I hustle, watch me move
In the summer watch me f*ck around, I’m ’bout to drop the roof
She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute, play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

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[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Aye, little mama, aqui
Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee
On my B-I-E ’til I D-I-E, I think I’m king (I think I’m king)
You didn’t think that I would get the peacoat
Unbutton that motherf*cker, nothing but a speedo (Look!)
Who’s that peeking in my window, Cee-Lo
I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that [?]
Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino gelato
In that grotto out in Cabo
Amateur, so Apollo
Whip this bulky like Costco, I’m out here and dodging 5-0
I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho
But it ain’t about to rain on me
Tryna sing up in the bitch, but I ain’t on key
Now I stay genuine, I’m the same old G
Feeling like John [?] with these eight gold rings
Play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

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Key Glock – Momma Told Me

[Intro]
Whole lot of everything man
Paper route business
You know what the fuck goin on
Aye

[Hook]
My momma told me fuck these bitches
Boy it’s plenty
My momma always told me
Boy, get off yo ass, go get it
My momma always told me
Watch that boy, he ain’t your nigga
You know I keep a Glock
I’m big shot like [?]
Money, money, money
Baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin dope
Pourin 4’s and movin slow
Plug just brought a load
So you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper
But I still don’t trust a soul

[Verse: 1]
I just want to know
Why they hatin on the low
I’ma pop a xan
Put a tag on his toe
My niggas pull up, straps
Yeah, they blast like G.I. Joe
My niggas cuttin checks
And they still cut throat
These hoes, we ain’t savin
We just slave ‘em then replace ‘em
I’m a sack chaser
Catch me racin to that paper
Boy yo squad don’t ball no more
Y’all just like the Lakers
Finesse that shit quick
Yeah, you know we had to take some
Whole lotta paper
Bring a whole lotta haters
Heard you want some beef
I let my niggas come and cater
Tell ‘em catch up
Before we bust yo lil tomatoe
I love my .9
More than Will love Jada

[Hook]
My momma told me fuck these bitches
Boy it’s plenty
My momma always told me
Boy, get off yo ass, go get it
My momma always told me
Watch that boy, he ain’t your nigga
You know I keep a Glock
I’m big shot like [?]
Money, money, money
Baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin dope
Pourin 4’s and movin slow
Plug just brought a load
So you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper
But I still don’t trust a soul

[Verse: 2]
Money keep stackin
Yeah, money still pilin
CEO said grind
Boy you gone get that Audi
They say time is money
That’s why I’m on that every hour
I’m rollin Swisher Sweets
But this shit I smoke so sour
I got two 30 clips
Bitch, I call them Twin Towers
Bad bitch from the islands
She say I’m fly like a pilot
But that hoe a lie
She want my tip just like she Tiny
These niggas be snitchin
Trynna have me in the county
But nah, I can’t go
Hell nah, I ain’t no hoe
I keep a bankroll
That’s why my pockets always swole
And if you ain’t talkin bout money
Ain’t shit I need to know
And if you ain’t talkin bout money
Ain’t shit I need to know

[Hook]
My momma told me fuck these bitches
Boy it’s plenty
My momma always told me
Boy, get off yo ass, go get it
My momma always told me
Watch that boy, he ain’t your nigga
You know I keep a Glock
I’m big shot like [?]
Money, money, money
Baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin dope
Pourin 4’s and movin slow
Plug just brought a load
So you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper
But I still don’t trust a soul

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Kodak Black – Misunderstood (Project Baby 2 Album)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Russ – The Game

[Intro]
Yeah
Now you can hear the gold just jangling
But, its still about the take over

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah

[Verse 1]
Where do I start damn, man my mind is racing
Hip hop awards getting chosen by some racists
I’m in the yo, with a bottle of some clear shit
You don’t know the truth, you just hear shit
Homie’s on a Learjet, upgrade from the block
If you too big, fuck fades they gon’ use the Glock (use the Glock)
I do a lot for everyone around me, y’all don’t see it
I’m in the club for half an hour then I’m probably leaving
I got paid, dip off with the gang
Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the Wraith
Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his waist
Life or death, ain’t no time to start reaching for the safe
So I play it safe
Real ones that would really go hit for me
Low overhead, no-one ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history, bigger when I’m dead
I’m so on (on)
But it’s off with they head
Fuck MTV, y’all really snubbed me
How you choosing people with numbers that ain’t above me?
Oh wait, politics
Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform than any scholarship
I’m lit, I’m gassed, I’m me, I’m me
Two platinum singles, two years they were free
As I’m writing this, I know that this ain’t accurate no more
By the time that all y’all hear this I will most likely have more
I really did eight tours, headlined them all
Your contacts were bullshit, we redlined them all
I spent time in awe, on some amazed shit
Then an O.G. told me to embrace this
I will never waste this, never get complacent
Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded
I’m still on the same shit, take over the game shit
I just can’t relate to your wavelength

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah

[Verse 2]
I get everything for free, from your girl to my wardrobe
Half a million dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property, you just got foreclosed
Money running low, you gon’ have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for your shows
So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross
Then you go back home, fall asleep frustrated
Girl laying next to you, whispering "Russ made it"
You asleep, you don’t hear her so she sneaks out
And she pulls up on me and brings the freak out
I send her back before your eyes open
I’m her fix ’cause your life’s broken
She might try chokin’
On something you don’t wanna kiss after
Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper
It’s all laughter, it’s all big bucks though
Call the buzz "Vegas" ’cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, rich like Rothschild
I’ma make you sign an NDA, now you’re on file
I’m the President, the CEO
People that I’ve never seen, tryna see me go (uh)
Billionaire minds in my circle that’s a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we don’t know, how to act
If it’s based off of fans, y’all should really do the math
If it’s based off of sales, y’all should really count the plaques
If it’s based off of pussy, y’all should really count the ass
If it’s based off of money, y’all should really count the cash (uh)
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does
Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all time
Dreams too big to think small time
I’m just on the same shit, take over the game shit
I just can’t relate to any B-level wave length

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah

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Kap G – CEO (feat. Kapfe)

[Intro: Kap G]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

[Verse 1: Kap G]
I’m a CEO in the makin’
They don’t really want me to make it
Fuck that shit, I’ma take it
In high school, I wore Asics
Then I brought back new New Balance
I wear them in 2010
Make a nigga crank that pool pass
Know my niggas come out with that FFN
Kick the door down ’cause they gon’ let me in
Treat my partners like brothers, I don’t got no friends
I been swimmin’ with sharks and I don’t got no fins
If you knew where I came from, I’m not with the game
You gotta watch out for your enemies
Even your friends be your frenemies
Fuck all that cappin’, you ‘posed to be kin to me
Fuck all that sad shit, I don’t show no sympathy
Fuck a color, I just wanna get green
Get the profits, split it up with the team
Swear that’s why I had to roll up my jeans
I’m a rapper slash actor, might be on your screen
They must not know where I came from
Sacrifices, had to make some
Only eat with the ones who were with me before I had shit
Dare you to say somethin’, these be my day ones

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

[Verse 2: Kap G & Kapfe]
Swear they only see the shine
But they don’t never see the grind
Before these Louis V designs
I was slangin’ rhymes like they lions
Pull up on that bitch and hit from behind
Told my partners, we gon’ see better times
How the hell we gon’ get left behind?
We upper echelon, we gon’ get rich or die tryin’
Change up my line
Naw fool
Hol’ up, I’m tryna wet her food
Daddy got locked by them cops
Man, he stood on that block, he was sellin’ that dog food
Fuck what them niggas gon’ call you
Broke is what they never call you
Once car for one of my niggas
Man, best believe all of them bitches gon’ fall through
N-n-n-n-n-n-naw fool, these niggas sound like some house shoes
I just be drippin’ that Ragu, you cannot cuff me like the cops do
And I’ma reply like a boss too
And I answer all like a boss too
I just wanna buy my own house, fool
And I’ma just trap out the house, fool, you dig?
Fuck, gon’ drink it away
Y’all call them cops, they pigs
Put this shit all in a blunt
Y’all smokin’ cigs, that ain’t it
Dreams on big, blunt on big
Bad bitch with me but she ain’t shit

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

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Gucci Mane – 3rd Quarter Lyrics

GUCCI MANE
3rd Quarter Lyrics

Chorus:
Is you rollin’? Yea I roll kush daily, f**k you pay me, f**k you f**k you,
f**k the CEO, f**k the artist and the goons too
Smell like pussy over there, nigga f**k you

Verse 1:
Money keep coming in so I ain’t even worried
I’m richer than your daddy baby I ain’t even thirty
A nigga made a diss song and I ain’t even heard it
Never mention homey name cuz he ain’t worth it
Thought about a charm cuz I felt like splurging
Showed my jeweler love then he made the chain perfect
Man, I’m one take perfect, VVS diamonds chains, don’t they look pretty
And I don’t leave with the ones, nigga thats petty
This pretty red girl said “f**k it I’m quitting”
Dance till your white big toe start splitting
I’m hood rich, stupid rich, and I ain’t bullshitting
A thousand carats on baby I ain’t bullshitting
Eight grand gone I ain’t been ten minutes
Baby gimme two minutes, twenty more coming
Later do eighty-four hundred I’m throwing
Duty truck, Hummer truck, my truck game stupid
Just like Lo I pull up in something foolish
Red diamond chain but it sure ain’t cupid
I came along way from that ‘84 Buick.
ITS GUCCI

Chorus:
Is you rollin’? Yea I roll kush daily, f**k you pay me, f**k you f**k you,
f**k the CEO, f**k the artist and his goons too
Smell like pussy over there, nigga f**k you

Verse 2:
My car game foolish boy, I’ll show you how to do things
Dirty shoes shawty first you need to change your shoestrings
All on my dick like a bitch with a g-string
Sucker ass nigga like a nigga with a tongue ring
Gucci got a pump and I bought that thing for one thing
Smoked nine joints now the nigga think he John Wayne
Yea I think I’m bad cuz I got a stupid fight game
One punch shawty I will make you see the light mayne
Stomp-out shawty I will make you read my Jordans
Try Gucci Mane boy you must be retarded
Glock forty-five but I still got the forty
Have your ma-ma screaming “O Lordy”
Shawty dirty whoadie pimp juice
So Icy trap boss, try me I will kill you
Shawty dirty whoadie pimp juice
So Icy CEO, pussy I will kill you

Chorus:
Is you rollin’? Yea I roll kush daily, f**k you pay me, f**k you f**k you,
f**k the CEO, f**k the artist and his goons too
Smell like pussy over there, nigga f**k you