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Kash Doll – 100 of Us Lyrics

Made you pledge allegiance, lied and told you we was equal
Read between the lines, being black is still illegal
Killed off all our leaders, no more power to the people
Here we go again, this shit lookin’ like a sequel
And they know it’s shady, treat they pets more humanely
I know y’all ain’t crazy, Mr. ‘Til we make some changes, niggas can’t do no complainin’, wait
Hold up, let me finish, y’all know that I get it
Yeah, it’s plenty hood niggas out here doin’ good business
But you know they don’t see that, if you black, you sell drugs
And police cannot protect what they afraid of
Jealousy breeds enemies, these niggas be envious
Made it out, gave back, you took that, can’t be serious
Politician private prisons got us fillin’ up the jails
We can’t keep on beggin’ for a time to help ourselves, it’s a cold world
[Chorus]
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us We gon’ keep on bangin’? Foreign, project babies
If we don’t come together, then it’s never gonna change
‘Cause niggas killed my daddy before I could say his name, it’s a cold world
[Chorus]
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
[Verse 2]
They keep killin’ us, no charges
Hope you niggas watchin’, what? We just gon’ keep on marchin’? Twistin’ up them fingers? Play this song
[Chorus]
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us (Yeah, huh)
[Verse 1]
Wanted, black man hunted
Shot down, gunned up, handcuffed, punished
Fightin’ for the basics, to them, we just a number
Willie Lynch-ed you niggas, you still wanna kill your brother?

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Kash Doll – Dividends Lyrics

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

[Verse 1]
I need at least 2 commas, cause I ain’t that kind
Not even fifty k, could get me out my pajamas
I need one point something, cause I want one point nothing
Had to turn in to something
And nothings not an option
When your life is worth fortune
I want it all, fuck a portion
I love the way my hair blow in that Panamera Porsche
And I love the [?] on my wine pop cork
I’m in a pent house top floor, and love a silk Versace robe
That I keep my pussy sweetened, my nigga do you hear me?
When I say you can’t afford me, I’m all about my Benji’s
Bitch never will I fall, I made the game look pretty
Bitch my name Kash Doll!

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

[Verse 2]
It’s Kash Doll vs Keisha, hoe
The flow hot but some people say that Keisha cold
I just came here for the motherfucking piece of dough
I want the greens like the motherfucking reefa smoke
Designer bitch, double C’s on my low low
Chanel bag, I’m in love with that Coco
Chocolate bitch, he in love with that cocoa
I make it bounce, he in love with the pogo
I’m just saying that my diamonds be Rosetta Stone
Foreign shit, need a passport to get ’em home
Roof disappear, and now the top gone
I need some motherfucking butter on my popcorn
Get it right!

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

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Listen Big Sean and Metro Boomin Joint Album “Double or Nothing”

Big Sean and Metro Boomin new album Double or Nothing is finally here.

Sean Don and Boomin come together with the help of some of their famous friends for a 10-track production that will keep your head nodding for the rest of the year. The tracklist includes guest appearances from 21 Savage on the single “Pull Up N Wreck,” Swae Lee on “Reason,” Travis Scott on “Go Legend,” Young Thug on “Even The Odds,” Kash Doll on “So Good,” and 2 Chainz on “Big Bidness.”

The project was only announced last week and earlier this week, Big Sean revealed that it will be hear on Thursday at midnight. Metro Boomin is also having a big year with two joint projects with Gucci Mane and 21 Savage. During a recent interview with Billboard he explains his thought process about putting the album together. “I was born in ’93,” he said, “and a lot of projects [from that era] had one producer, maybe two. They sounded more cohesive — better as a whole.”

“I believe music is a way of getting away from things,” Big Sean added, “but it was heavy on my heart, and I felt the need to talk about it.” This is BS second album this year after dropping I Decided in February.

Listen Big Sean and Metro Boomin joint album Double or Nothing below. The album is available on Spotify and Apple Music.

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Kash Doll – 2 On Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
Wake up in the morning give me head, nigga
Treat me like a queen, breakfast in the bed, nigga
Yeah, if you scared call the rev, nigga
Thick bitch, so you better come prepared nigga
Yeah, OT shit
I be in L.A popping bottles on the beach, shit
I’m so fucking G, we should call this shit the G mix
Kash Doll, Tinashe, baby it’s the remix!

[Hook: Tinashe]
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love to let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love 2, let’s roll

[Verse 2: Kash Doll]
Kash Doll, with the ass out
Throw it back, make a grown nigga tap out
Fuck a baller, belly nigga, pull some racks out
If you ain’t got no cash, nigga sit your ass down
Dang, all in a bitch face
Talking bout you bout to ball like, oh bitch, k
I’m with some bad bitches
Type you never had bitches
I might let you hit it, but you couldn’t pay the tab nigga

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Meek Mill – Issues

[Verse 1]
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it’s hockey, and I’m playin’ with them sticks
He don’t like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin’ rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw ’em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house)
Fuckin’ famous bitches in my trap house
My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!)
What you doin’? Gettin’ paid, young nigga
How you in the mob? ‘Cause I’m made, young nigga
Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
And if I point ’em out, better spray them niggas, bop!
I’m a bad influence (bad influence, yo)
Talkin’ money and I speak it fluent (speak it fluent, ho)
Paid a couple mil’ then went boom (went boom)
I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (woo, amen, amen, amen)
Yeah I knew it, hatin’ on me, yeah I knew it (yeah I knew it)
Come down to that check, I’m like Nike, I just do it (I just do it)
Boy I must be poppin’, they keep poppin’ up with rumors (poppin’)
Where and who I’m poppin’, what I’m coppin’, who I’m screwin’ (who I’m screwin’)
What you doin’? Wait a minute, gettin’ paid (gettin’ paid)
She said, "Meek you know my worth and what’s his name" (what’s his name)
Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame (he a lame)
Don’t you ever bring that fuckboy up again

[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)

[Verse 2]
Hangin’ by the rope like some dope (like some dope)
Pretty hoe, deep throat ’til she choke (ooh)
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (need a boat)
Niggas tryna run my way, let ’em float (let ’em die)
Put my young bull on the chain ’cause I miss Snupe (miss Snupe)
Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (kiss Snupe)
I can’t ever tell a bitch, "I miss you" (miss you)
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (bitch, you)
Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (hit you well)
I just made like 20 M’s, they say it’s an L (what?)
Niggas prayin’ that I fall and I wish ’em well
Bitch you crazy, I’m too wavy, I’m like Biggavel’

[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)

[Bridge]
Hit ’em with finesse, kill ’em with success
Nigga lookin’ broke, give them niggas stress (broke)
Don’t do some shit you know that you gon’ regret
Reachin’ for my neck, that’ll get you stretched (brrrt, brrrt)

[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (brrrt, brrrt)