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Skepta – Sit Down (feat. Lil B) lyrics

[Intro: Lil B]
Hey man, you already know who it is man
It’s your boy Lil B
Skepta in the building, man
Man I´m telling you man, we gettin´ so much money

[Hook: Lil B]
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

[Verse 1: Skepta]
Look at my teacher’s face now
Look at my teacher’s face now
Had to put the cash inside the bag
And I’m gonna shut this place down
No intro, you heard the name
London city in burning flame
Slept in the trap for 30 days
Now I got fire on the stage
Hell, no I’m not a slave
Went back home ’cause I had to pray
I shed tears on my granddad’s grave
Release the lion out the cage
Told mum that we’re gonna be ok
Never leave home without my shades
‘Cause this life is a game of poker
Show these fake niggas how to play
Play with the fire and you got burned
And you got yourself to blame
I’m from Tottenham where they play lottery screaming out Jesus’ name
Everyday I got stopped in search, I couldn’t make it to church (Amen)
Found the solution, no excuses, manna had to make it work
Said I would never be shit, when I was on the 2 decks
Word around town I wrote ’em that, soon as I released my new crep
Whose killin’ ’em in the U.S, everybody gonna say U-S
Reluctantly, ’cause most of the fake don’t fuck with me

[Hook: Lil B]
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

[Verse 2: Lil B]
New Rolls Royce, I had no choice
Had to drop the top in the summer when it’s snowing
Eat that Blac Chyna ass like boing-yoing
She call me R. Kelly, I was like duoy duoy
The way she move them hips, the way she works my wrist
In the traphouse and I’m servin’ up bricks (based god)
Call me Mack Maine, stay with a bad bitch
Call me [?], [Shawty Lo?] in this bitch
I do what I want, I just stunt
I just flex, I just run up
200 bands, do that dance, the moneydance
Feel me?

[Hook: Lil B]
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Hater, sit down, hater, sit down
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd
Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

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Maxo Kream – Mars (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Pull out my car it go skrt
Flex on that b***h I’m like swerve
Flex on that b***h till it hurt
Flex on that b***h till it hurt
Yeah I think I’m more than her
I just might stop with the bars
I did them Xannies on earth, I woke up right there on Mars.

Mixing the lean with the perc
Sipping on it till I burp
Venus, Serena I serve
Finger f**k Nina, a perv
I went to Mars on bars
I been to Hell and back
Super charge my dodge
No hemi, I held my cash
Xannies and lean, I’m dozing off
6 double g’s it got me lost
Mixing codeine with alcohol
Poppin the beans with adderall
Choppin a brick like martial art
Flippin the b***h like somersaults
Xannies I pop like tylenol
Cookin’ a pot like stroganoff
She gave me neck when I met her
She gave the crew neck like a sweater
You wear that neck like a sweater
If you knew better do better
I gave her a bar
She hopped in my car
I swerve in a coupe
She blow me like soup.

I do the perkys on purpose
I got the xannies for purchase
Percocet I’m feeling I’m perfect
Wrapper came packed like a turban
I handle bars like a mongoose (bikes)
Six double gs I just popped two
Sippin’ codeine from my ha-choo
Xans with the lean call it thot juice
We not congruent I’m obtuse
I be on her hypotenuse
I take the acid and mushroom
Everything look like a cartoon
I went and bust down a Plain Jane
I take the perkys like Max Payne
Look at my diamonds they gang bang
Say you were Nicki like Mack Maine
Adderall, pop it em Tylenol
Lean in my alcohol
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Sipping Codeine got me dozing off
These molly pills I’mma pop em all
Coke pill like a white hoe
Molly tan like a white b***h
Swallow three h**s like tic-tacs
Breaking down the bar like a Kit Kattt.

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WALE – Heisman Watch lyrics

You know these niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You know that, right?
Look what you’ve done

It’s like I’m on the Heisman watch
That’s gotta be what would describe, symbolize I’ve got skill
Four times the talent around me
Desmond Howard playin’ for Howard
Just tell me how can I be… stopped?

This Allen Ive’ at an Ivy college
They can’t check me, I don’t practice, my class too hard
Nigga mean my swag is grown, bag too big
But y’all not hip, I’m Bo Jackson though, go
Prolific, no weapon that’s formed against me
Is prosperin’, my guard center his wall for me
And SportsCenter endorsin’ me
I’m Anthony Dorsett on these niggas
Was in the picture, the stars called me
Got sweeter than Peter Warrick or
Warrick Dunn when I’m done leavin’, we gettin’ on the bucks
Trust, we gettin’ on the bucks
Like a mid-major playmaker, niggas ain’t on to us
Yeah, keep sleepin’
Still I rock it like Raghib every time I feature
Ha, yeah, that’s Rocket Ismail, y’all
Speed kills, I’m a speed demon
And what you deem a deacon I see as a Duncan, big
Fundamentals, longevity in abundance and
And I run this shit, comin’ to fuckin’ humble niggas
Fuckin’ dusty lookin’ Sanduskys could never touch the kid
Yessir, Folarin applyin’ pressure
Keep defyin’ odds, increase your haters and net worth
Yessir, Folarin got hitters that work
I’ll pop 48, leave your whole team in a redshirt
Yessir, that’s work

Who will be the winner?
The winner is…
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you, y’all
Know I don’t play, mixtape and football but I’ma roll ’til I’m tired
And rap lines still matter
Nike! And while I’m at it I’d like to shout out Roc Nation Sports
Young Hov, Pecas, OG Juan
Young Money Sports, Mack Maine, God bless you
Gifted athletes forever
Keep it down, keep it down, I got somethin’ to say
Look… hollup

USC, would you please give Reggie his trophies?
And I hope the NCAA pay the players like coaches
Joe McKnight, I pray for your soul and family with passion
And a cold cell in Angola for Mr. Ronald Gasser
And a former college runnin’ back, now just an honest rapper
And I ran a 4.4 twice, but these 16s much faster
Deshaun Watson, Lamar Jackson
I start rappin’, they start watchin’
They start gaspin’, I don’t need no backup
R.I.P. Rashaan Salaam, this shit was hard to tackle
But if I bear it they gon’ see what’s on my head, now catch up
Like CTE got some of my people feel a lil’ off
Memory loss, mood swings, tryna feed the family
That CTE got some of these niggas slowly fallin’ off
So I pray that y’all retire healthy and keep a passion
Young, rich and happy, and you ain’t got to like me
But I got that vibe, make Mel Kiper go write about me
Now send the kite up to Lawrence Phillips, no, Thunder Collins
The former running’s for Cornhuskers, they fumbled out it
Now read up on Randy Moss, playin’ for Bob Bowden
I’m Tyreek Hill, I see redemption, I see my talent
Yeah, I got the talent, their season cancelled
They’re Ryan Leaf, their season cancelled
Yeah, I got the talent, their season cancelled
May not have no Grammy, but goddamn I should be in Canton

It’s like I’m on the Heisman watch
That’s gotta be what would describe, symbolize I’ve got skill
Four times the talent around me
Desmond Howard playin’ for Howard
Just tell me how can I be… stopped? Ralph