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Quilly – What Happened Lyrics (feat. Gourdan Banks)

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
I’m just tryna leave the hood, if you wit, baby lets go
I’ve been through it all, felt pain, only God knows
My son need a pair of sneakers, daughter need some new clothes
And I’ma get it anyway I gotta get it, baby, you know
What happened to all of the love that you had for me? You ain’t even try yet
I will never fold, snitch, I never told
Bitch wanna ride now, but she never rode
All that shit that happened, you never thought it would happen for me, you thought it trappin, I knew that it would be rappin’ for me
I can’t even chill broke, niggas’ been hustlin’ all their life
And, they’re still broke, niggas’ be stuntin’ in the hood and they’re still there, niggas’ll eat without the fam, shit real here
I need a mill here
Niggas’ gettin’ killed everyday, every night
Cops shoot a nigga before they read em his rights
I know the shit ain’t right, I know the shit it ain’t life
I know the shit ain’t life
[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
I’m just tryna leave the hood, if you wit, baby lets go
I’ve been through it all, felt pain, only God knows
My son need a pair of sneakers, daughter need some new clothes
And I’ma get it anyway I gotta get it, baby, you know
What happened to all of the love that you had for me? They counted me out, They wouldn’t think Id be counting all this cash on me and I might pull up on this bitch, nigga, I’ma cause a scene I can show you something different if you wanna leave the hood, tell me now, lets go
[Verse 2: Quilly]
Success, progress, gotta leave the projects
It ain’t kill me, made me stronger, nigga, I ain’t die yet
Money is the mindset, concept
How you gon’ give up nigga? They counted me out, They wouldn’t think Id be counting all this cash on me and I might pull up on this bitch, nigga, I’ma cause a scene I can show you something different if you wanna leave the hood, tell me now, lets go Too shady, too crazy, “where that pain Quilly?”
“you’ve been talkin’ too wavy”
Would you be happy if I was still wearin’ Old Navy? Counted me out when I was down, man, them hoes crazy
[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
I’m just tryna leave the hood, if you wit, baby lets go
I’ve been through it all, felt pain, only God knows
My son need a pair of sneakers, daughter need some new clothes
And I’ma get it anyway I gotta get it, baby, you know
What happened to all of the love that you had for me? You want me back on the corner? They counted me out, They wouldn’t think Id be counting all this cash on me and I might pull up on this bitch, nigga, I’ma cause a scene I can show you something different if you wanna leave the hood, tell me now, lets go
[Verse 1: Quilly]
Lookin’ at me funny when I come through
I’ma leave the hood cuz I have to
I’ma leave the hood cuz I want to
You can stay here if you want to
You keep talkin’ bout what you gon’ do
She complain about what she goin’ through
Get on, put my niggas’ on too
Don’t draw, I can put some niggas’ on you
Sold pills, sold crack on the corner, sold out shows
Used to rap on the corner
Trap on the corner, I’m never goin’ back to them packs, nigga
What?

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KYLE – Playinwitme (Korean Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
You been on that new stuff
I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, haha
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 1: KYLE]
You say you’ll try
I’ve heard that line a thousand times before
I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
Yeah, why you tryna play me?
You bein’ a different you and I’m bein’ the same me
You coulda had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? (yeah, yeah)
You been on that new stuff
I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? (With me, with me)
I don’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 2: Jay Park]

[Chorus: Jay Park]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
You been on that new stuff
And I been on that same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
I ain’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund
‘Cause I’ma need that time back

[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?

[Bridge: Jay Park & KYLE]
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? Yeah
Who? Yeah
Yeah
I been on the same shit

[Chorus: Jay Park, KYLE, Jay Park & KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
You been on that new stuff
And I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
I don’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund (refund)
I’ma need that time back, yeah

[Outro: KYLE]
Da-da-da

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Meek Mill – Championships Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin’ high to get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
And I ain’t come here to preach
I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin’, that did somethin’ to me, oh Lord
The shit I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how’ I get to the Forbes?
I take a shot, if I miss I’m gettin’ them boards
Ain’t quittin’ no more, like give me some more
We wearing Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? ‘Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin’ one
‘Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I’m speakin’ to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin’ out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I’m locked up in a prison
Callin’ mama like I shouldn’t have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I’m on a visit posin’ for the picture
Like I’m going for my prom or somethin’
Like I ain’t facing time or somethin’
Ridin’ for these niggas like that shit ain’t hurt my mom or somethin’
Only one gon’ get me commissary or even buy me somethin’
When it all fall down
I can call y’all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won’t get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that’s the reason that I did this song

[Verse 2]
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin’ with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the TEC
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie’s dying I’m like “Maybe we next”
That just made me a threat
Knowin’ the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won’t say he objects
Now it’s you against the state and you ain’t got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain’t got no space
I know a young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no Wraith
But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon’ faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin’ you home, she goin’ crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon’ save me?
How could you blame me? When I’m tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin’ for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop totin’
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put ’em on probation, lock ’em up if you ain’t perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin’ all the schools and all the prisons gettin’ open

[Outro]
Yeah
See comin’ from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship

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KYLE – Playinwitme (feat. Kehlani) lyrics

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You been on that new stuff
I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, haha
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 1: KYLE]
You say you’ll try
I’ve heard that line a thousand times before
I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
Yeah, why you tryna play me?
You bein’ a different you and I’m bein’ the same me
You coulda had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You been on that new stuff
I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? (With me, with me)
I don’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 2: Kehlani]
Damn, why are you playin’ with me?
You don’t even like girls, ha
So I need you to tell me, baby
What you want, just like the Spice Girls
It’s confusin’ ’cause you’re flirty
But you ain’t gon’ be the one to say you ever did me dirty
I got pride for that, pay no mind to that
But believe me, if it’s fire, I’ll make time for that
I’ll be faithful, Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
Otherwise, I’ll just be single and I’m fine with that, huh

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You been on that new stuff
And I been on that same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I ain’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
‘Cause I’ma need that time back

[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?

[Bridge: Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, who are you playin’ with? Yeah
Who? Yeah
Yeah
I been on the same shit

[Chorus: Kehlani, KYLE, Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You been on that new stuff
And I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I don’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund (refund)
I’ma need that time back, yeah

[Outro: KYLE]
Da-da-da

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KYLE – Playinwitme lyrics

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You’ve been on that new stuff
I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, haha
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 1: KYLE]
You say you’ll try
I’ve heard that lie a thousand times before
I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
Yeah, why you tryna play me?
You be in it different, you are not bein’ the same-y
You could have had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You’ve been on that new stuff
I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? (With me, with me)
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 2: Kehlani]
Damn, why are you playin’ with me?
You don’t even like girls, ha
So I need you to tell me, baby
What you want just like the Spice Girls
It’s confusin’ ’cause you’re flirty
But you ain’t gon’ be the one to say you ever did me dirty
I got pride for that, pay no mind to that
But believe me, if it’s fire, I’ll make time for that
I’ll be faithful, Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
Otherwise I’ll just be single and I’m fine with that, huh

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You’ve been on that new stuff
And I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I ain’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
‘Cause I’ma need that time back

[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?

[Bridge: Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, who are you playin’ with? Yeah
Who, yeah
Yeah
I’ve been on the same sh*t

[Chorus: Kehlani, KYLE, Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with? Huh
You’ve been on that new stuff
And I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund (refund)
I’ma need that time back, yeah

[Outro: KYLE]
Da-da-da

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Bibi Bourelly – Ballin (On The Late Late Show With James Corden) (Live)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got fired from Old Navy
Landlord keeps on knocking
Swear that nigga hates me
Sleeping on this old couch
But shit, I’m not complaining
‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
Like there’s moulah raining
[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord
Yeah, yeah
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
Gormet
Heart them ramen noodles
Freak it with the hot sauce
I do McDonalds too though
And when I wanna go out
Good Will gotta do though
Sweet talking the bouncers
18 bucks, I need 2 more

[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

[Verse 3]
Jumped the gate, subway station
All the seats are taken
This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
I spend my very last savings on some Takis
I’m good at simbis crib
I don’t need no hotel lobbies
I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
We wear designer clothes from thrifts
My hair might not be laid and did

[Chrous]
Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

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Bibi Bourelly – Ballin

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got fired from Old Navy
Landlord keeps on knocking
Swear that nigga hates me
Sleeping on this old couch
But shit, I’m not complaining
‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
Like there’s moulah raining
[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord
Yeah, yeah
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
Gormet
Heart them ramen noodles
Freak it with the hot sauce
I do McDonalds too though
And when I wanna go out
Good Will gotta do though
Sweet talking the bouncers
18 bucks, I need 2 more

[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

[Verse 3]
Jumped the gate, subway station
All the seats are taken
This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
I spend my very last savings on some Takis
I’m good at simbis crib
I don’t need no hotel lobbies
I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
We wear designer clothes from thrifts
My hair might not be laid and did

[Chrous]
Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

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Bibi Bourelly – Ballin letras

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got fired from Old Navy
Landlord keeps on knocking
Swear that nigga hates me
Sleeping on this old couch
But shit, I’m not complaining
‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
Like there’s moulah raining
[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord
Yeah, yeah
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
Gormet
Heart them ramen noodles
Freak it with the hot sauce
I do McDonalds too though
And when I wanna go out
Good Will gotta do though
Sweet talking the bouncers
18 bucks, I need 2 more

[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

[Verse 3]
Jumped the gate, subway station
All the seats are taken
This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
I spend my very last savings on some Takis
I’m good at simbis crib
I don’t need no hotel lobbies
I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
We wear designer clothes from thrifts
My hair might not be laid and did

[Chrous]
Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord