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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rebel’s Kick It Lyrics

Still to this day, I’m on FaceTime talkin’ with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered
[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
[Verse 2]
What you thinkin’ ’bout, what you hearin’ ’bout? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah
[Outro]
Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I’m slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah I’ma see about it, nigga (I’m with you)
You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I’ll put a hundred, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that’s on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain’t forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain’t wan’ drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin’, “Who want problems?” You was holdin’ up your semi
I kept on sayin’ I’ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin’ me, “Let’s get it”
[Interlude]
My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I’ll never go against you
I ain’t never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes
[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Play this song
[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Ain’t no goin’ back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Nigga, what’s your answer? You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what’s the hassle? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah
[Verse 1]
I’m with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that’s a fact
I’m with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don’t wanna tote no pistol, we ain’t heard of that
I’ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don’t know ’bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in fucking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried ’bout his goals, she think it’s crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin’ them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don’t see no greatness, he gon’ grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him
Got some OG’s in the hood gon’ ride ’bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books so they won’t let you slime ’bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain’t gettin’ that, he ain’t feelin’ that
So he learned to hide on ’em
Now let me tell you that I’m a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn’t
Turned 17, ‘fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon’ die or you gon’ take one?

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Offset – Quarter Milli Lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
Yeah, Metro, Metro-Set
You know what it is, uh
Uh, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: Offset]
I made a whole mil’ off of the dribble (M&M)
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli’ (Richard Mille)
Sippin’ out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin’, seal)
Trappin’ Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown)
Lamborghini, 12 come get me (12)
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty (Piguets)
The ball-man make one call (Boss, brr)
Hit him with the saw (Raa)
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I put my wrist on froze (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek (Patek)
I had to grab the choppa for the static (Braa, braa)
Mama in Celine, fuck my daddy (Mama)
Luther King with the dream, work magic (Luther King)
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses (Pinky ring)
Get to floatin’ off the lean like Aladdin (Woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Had to switch lane, my pattern (Switch lane)
Rolls Royce, it’s a ghost like Casper
Came through drippin’ in the peacoat (Drip, drip)
I was sittin’ in the pen, face the Rico (Woo)
My daddy on dope, tryna keep low (Dope)
Put the AP on my mama, she on fleek, ho (Woo)
Double C’s on my feet, Valentinos (Double C’s)
I got 13 M’s, Dan Marino
Don’t work in a gym, work a kilo
Knock, knock, who is that? Check the peephole (Who?)
We get to kickin’ like pedal (Woo, woo, woo)
Diamonds dancin’ like Fabo (Fabo, Fabo)
Flip a nigga’s ass when I say so (Say so, say so)
With a Glock, not a Draco (Glock)
Connect the dots like a Lego (Dots)
Chicken in the wheel, MAACO (Woo)
We did the independent takeover (Independent)
I make a bitch get the makeover
Kickback like a Maybach Benz (Kickback)
.38 with the beam back then (.38)
Stay clean and the money comin’ in (Stay clean)
1988 my lens (88)
Fucked the bitch, then she ate her friends (She ate)
What you got in the safe? I want in (Safe)
Pew, pew, pew, pew, get spinned (Bow)
Hunnid racks, I can blow it in the wind

[Chorus: Offset & Gucci Mane]
I made a whole mil’ off of the dribble (M&M)
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli’ (Richard Mille)
Sippin’ out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin’, seal)
Trappin’ Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown)
Lamborghini, 12 come get me (12)
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty (Piguets)
The ball-man make one call (Boss, brr)
Hit him with the saw (Raa)
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I put my wrist on froze (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek (Patek)
I had to grab the choppa for the static (Braa, braa)
Mama in Celine, fuck my daddy (Mama)
Luther King with the dream, work magic (It’s Gucci)
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses (Hah)
Get to floatin’ off the lean like Aladdin (Woo, woo)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Metro, Sizzle, Wiz, Offset and we got so much bread (Wop)
Bury us in Dolce, bitch, and cover us with bread (Damn)
All this money pilin’, I might buy a private island (Huh)
All this private flying, private jettin’ to different climates
Elliot and Fezzy teamin’ up, they got me wet (Fezzy)
Told my bitch to bury me in nothin’ but baguettes (Mwah)
Knockers, but my Tech cup is that Rolls Royce truck, it’s red
Pussy please don’t push me ’cause I’m so close to the ledge (It’s Wizzop)

[Chorus: Offset]
I made a whole mil’ off of the dribble
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli’ (Richard Mille)
Sippin’ out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin’, seal)
Trappin’ Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown)
Lamborghini, 12 come get me (12)
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty (Piguets)
The ball-man make one call (Boss, brr)
Hit him with the saw (Raa)
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I put my wrist on froze (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek (Patek)
I had to grab the choppa for the static (Braa, braa)
Mama in Celine, fuck my daddy (Mama)
Luther King with the dream, work magic (Luther King)
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses (Pinky ring)
Get to floatin’ off the lean like Aladdin

[Outro: Offset & Gucci Mane]
Woo, Hah
Huh

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Escape Route Chapter 5/5 – Kilian lyrics

Lyrics Kilian – Escape Route Chapter 5/5

Mr K now
Now is the summation of the past
You understand
Everything leading up to this moment
It’s an acknowledging narrative of a man wiser today than he was yesterday
Every bridge burnt and every bridge built
It is my becoming.(escape route)

Quite down, quite down, I got some words to say
Boys and girls hush now if I may introduce myself
They call me Mr K
I learned the greatest trap in life is not success
But self rejection keeping your dreams close
Because many will object them
Success comes with flaws, eat your problems for breakfast
Love or trust if you do run to nana
Wish I took my own advice
I’m known for rush tongue
We’re made by history, words by Luther King
Before you preached to the quite a bit of bloody sin
I was all alone, now my family is everything
Dad was a good man versuri-lyrics.info
I didn’t but now I know it
Long live my mama, she is the queen who passed the crown
So peace, for love, for everything but a frown
Goes around, comes around, I’m the man who looks down
Mr K
Yeah that’s me
Baby yeah, that’s me
Mr K
Yeah that’s me
Baby yeah, that’s me.

My mother is a queen whose crown has been stolen
She is the strongest and the weakest person I know
I’ve seen her laugh, cry, fallen, get back up
But above all, I’ve seen her love.

My mama said as a child when she was pregnant with me
I used to kick ever so hard, everytime I heard a beat.

I have a thing with boom or bang
I kinda haven’t looked back ever since
I haven’t looked back ever sinceee.
Kilian lyrics
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