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Penx – Puncherfaust 3 Lyrics (feat. Eripe)

[Zwrotka 1: Eripe]
Wkurwiłeś mnie Michał z tym Stepem, po chuj żeś tam poszedł? Się nie pucuj pięć dni, dobry boże
Pierdolę was, litość to zbrodnia a bóg ma dożywocie Nie no, zgrywam się, super, że już cię nie ma z nami
Dalej zgrywam się, wiesz, że wciąż cię tu w sercu noszę
Póki nie nagrasz ze Sztossem jakieś ballady
Koniec beki, to jest Puncherfauster, ja wbijam z rapem, by zastrzelić was
To gówno ci siada na mózg, to mój peanut butter jelly time
Wokół ciała, popatrz Michał Anioł nawet wzdycha
Znowu coś zmalowałem, Boże, dla was to kaplica
Czuję niechęć do was kurwy, mów mi Jack the Ripper
Jak już piszę wasze ksywy, no to przed R.I.P stawiam
Nasz styl, choć nie modne już się tym stylem jarać
Twój idol tu w damskich łachach, ja bawię się szykiem zdania
Podzielone kto tu jest supergwiazdą
Kariery wasze tak małe, widać przez Lupe Fiasco
I co matkojebcy, klasyki tu tworzę łatwo
A każdy narkoleptyk już po tym nie może zasnąć
[Zwrotka 2: Penx]
Joł, siema RIP, śmierć to bardzo dobra dieta, ponoć działa, ty
Jak ładujemy to tracą 21 gram i to od strzała
Porozdupca jak po typie tak – marketing szeptany
Zaraz pewnie zaczną krzyczeć jak rap ich jest rozjebany
Eripenx, tego kurwa chcieliście
Pytacie się czy chcemy zmienić grę, ty, jebać was
I teraz czas na rebus: nie ma tak by nie rozjebał was na stopro
Łączymy siły, nie ma tak żeby któryś z nas stracił godność
On się kończy – ja zaczynam, ksywa w jedną całość
Grozili nam, widać jak nic po nas nie zostało
My jak bracia syjamscy zrośnięci plecami
Odwrócone ideały ale wiemy co przed nami
Nowi gracze – kreskówki, ledwo to zna alfabet
Ani me i ani be przed majkiem, leci hak na japę
Chcesz się lepiej poczuć?

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Debauchery – The Horror Of The Forest Lyrics

You come into my world
You come to hunt, to kill for fun
You soot at my brothers and sisters
You shoot small children dead
Now is my time for revenge
Now is my time for a payback
I will find you
And put you down to death
Torture you before you die
Cut our your eyes Cut your guts
Broke bones will RIP out through your skin
Hunt – Kill
The hunter´s predator
Human life exterminator
I am collecting my harvest
I am the horror of the forest
Ich lauer dir auf in den schatten
Folge dir auf schritt und tritt
Leise schleiche ich mich an dich heran
Und schnell ganz schnell greife ich dir in den Nacken
Ich breche die Wirbelsäule , schneide due haut auf
Erfreue mich an deinem leid
Deine schreie sind Musik in meinen Ohren
Deine Knochen breche ich, stück für stück
-Reisse die Augen heraus-
Und dann, ganz langsam, hänge ich dich an den ältesten baum
Am waldesrand
Dass andere deiner art vor schrecken umkehren
Und dein wimmern diesen eine Warnung ist

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Sy Ari Da Kid – Shoulda Woulda Coulda Lyrics

They’re f**kin’ dead, man
Yeah
[Verse 1]
If I was Mitch, I would’ve wanted to murder niggas too
But when you choose that life, the murder rate is you, true
See, as a father, Mitch had hustled the hard way
Knowing his action was puttin’ Sonny in harm’s way
Should have stayed low key, knowin’ he was flexin’
He ain’t need the whip with the gold BBSs
He ain’t have to partner with Rico, knowin’ he extra
I would’ve never lived with Uncle Ice, knowin’ he jealous
Move out the hood, and I don’t mean moved for a months
Then move back, I mean move out for good
Dirty money to clean, money makin’ shit
Now paid in full, RIP to money makin’ Mitch, that’s word
[Interlude: Darien Berry & Omar Epps]
C’mon man, it’s Blizz, of course I’m takin’ care of myself, man
Yeah man, it’s nice to see you, man
Yeah pardon me for a second, I’m ’bout to rob this place
What’s up? I mean if we gotta throw some hands I think it’ll be better if we’re together
Aw man, them fools ain’t gon’ wanna do nothin’ man, they just showin’ out and shit
RICKY! Ay yo Q, you want a piece of this? You shouldn’t have been running yo’ lips
Knowin’ they bloods and your brother is a crip, shit
This ain’t no time to take no motherf**kin’ piss
Them niggas wanna leave you in a motherf**kin’ ditch
Them niggas furious like my father name
Speakin’ of my father, follow me, he gave me all the game
Hopefully we make it back to our side and see your brother
Even though they’ll probably f**kin’ kill each other
Them gang bangin’ options, you know it’s on and poppin’
Your brother in our life, you got a scholarship to college
Just think about your mama
[Outro]
Damn
And that’s what I would do
Shoulda woulda coulda, right? I’m about to be on some real murder shit, A. Nah man I’m outta here
Aight, everybody, take your f**kin’ clothes off! [Intro: Mekhi Phifer and Sy Ari Da Kid]
They killin’ my little man, B. [Verse 2]
If I was Q, I would’ve been down, like what’s the next move
Nah I’m bullshittin’, I prolly just would’ve left too
But if I was Blizz, I would’ve asked Q about a gig
Or anything not to do another bid
But jobs not hiring ‘cus of something I did
In the past, they gon’ treat us like criminals when we kids
No food inside the fridge, well, nowhere to put a fridge
‘Cus I ain’t got nowhere to f**kin’ live
Momma on drugs, Daddy said I wasn’t his
And I’m out here starvin’, nigga something’s gotta give
Life’s a bitch, shit I prolly would’ve robbed the place too
Hell I prolly would’ve even robbed Q and you, muhf**ka
[Interlude: Cuba Gooding Jr. & Morris Chestnut & Sy Ari Da Kid]
Let’s go
Alright, wait a minute man. Don’t look at me, goddamnit! Yo
[Verse 3]
If I was Tre, I would’ve never split up with Ricky
If I’m ridin’, you ridin’ with me and jealous ones envy
Now how the f**k it get to this? I’m tellin’ you man, any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money or ever said any jealous bullshit about me is f**kin’ dead. Alright everybody puts your hands in the air and face the f**kin’ bar! I know You understand what the f**k I’m sayin’, A? Aw shit! Let’s split up
No, man I don’t think we should do that.

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Alz X 38 – Hotspot Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: 38 and Tweeko]
Tweeko
Yeah yeah yeah
It sounds cold
Disrespect Alz
And I’m coming right back
[Verse 1: Alz]
Addicted to codeine, in my cup I’m sipping lean
I don’t know if I’m awake cuh I’m living my dream
Niggas hatin’ on my team but they ain’t seen what we’ve seen
Spent a thousand on some drugs, you can call us rich fiends
[Chorus: 38]
Fell in love with side effects
Pop this perc now I see Stizz again
He got time ’cause he’s f**king with them skengs
They say Shamz remember me, you was just my friend (you was just my friend)
I don’t understand the hating
Ballied up cos I hate this bait ting
Don’t f**k with fakes, separate them
She told me after I’m skating
Touch him no debating
Left him mud irritating
[Verse 2: 38 & Alz]
Grew up on bariis on moos
Hooyo telling me to stop
Relapse and hit the dots
You don’t think I’m f**king last
Green bally right hand
You can’t disrespect Shamz
Keep it real around man
‘Cause I only got fam
It’s an illusion
Me and Alz we fusion
Made me real confusion
He ain’t dead that’s a family reunion
Still disrespect Alz, I’m coming around
For this desire, will take away my frown
Shamz kinda funny, don’t call him no clown
Still breathing but you know I’m finna drown
Lacag that we’re chasing
Mali money making
Racing to the top, nah nah we ain’t waiting
Fake love got me tripping
I’ve been f**king different women
Tryna make it out the system
Niggas know that we’re resisting
Imma do it for my sibling
RIP I f**king miss him (RIP I f**king miss him)
[Chorus: 38]
Fell in love with side effects
Pop this perc now I see Stizz again
He got time cos he’s f**king with them skengs
They say Shamz remember me, you was just my friend (you was just my friend)
I don’t understand the hating
Ballied up cos I hate this bait ting
Don’t f**k with fakes separate them
She told me after I’m skating
Touch him no debating
Left him mud irritating
[Outro: Alz]
Walaalo has side effects
YMN we up next
Don’t know how long we have left
RIP my nigga Stizz man
RIP Malcolm
I f**king miss him every day
RIP to the realest
Free the guys

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Cris Streetz – Hands Up Lyrics

[Hook: Cris Streetz]
Jesus there’s money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
But I don’t give a f**k
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
[Verse 1: Cris Streetz]
Run wit murderers
You prolly heard of us
UNT we not conservatives
We more like serving ya
Hella smoke spilling liquor
f**k if we disturbing ya
Only f**king 10’s any less curving ya
Swear this life turned me cold
So I’m fresh out o f**ks
Stepping to me in ya plans
I suggest don’t try ya luck
RIP shirts can’t print fast enough
Milk carton boys they been missing for some months
Woods by the boxes
Cirocs we poppin
Tell her bring a couple friends
Cuz I like some options
When you got the lowest numbers
No negotiating
Sucka peep the stats
Then proceed to hating
We just hurting feelings
They so fabricated
Ron arrest flow
Metta world flagrant
f**k da police
Hands up and they still spraying
[Hook: Cris Streetz]
Jesus there’s money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
But I don’t give a f**k
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
[Verse 2: Cris Streetz]
Bronx NY land of the hustlers
2 phones like gates & line full of customers
Shawties tryna fall in love
Real G’s f**k wit us
And all around the city see the hats
Know we bubbling up
Criminal minded
Justice league signed him
Smile full of diamonds
If you look you get blinded
Been getting busy
But right now the perfect timing
Only built off hustle boy we don’t do that crying
This what my city sound like
Bag ya work to it
Youngin stay spitting that word
Go to church to it
From the place that started it all
Gave birth to it
S/o to who opened these doors
Now we run through it
[Hook: Cris Streetz]
Jesus there’s money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
But I don’t give a f**k
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

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Trippie Redd – Moon Walker Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
No, not yet, I can still detect the energy source behind the plants that were controlling all those people
Blue cheese
Blue cheese
Blue cheese
Ooh-wee
Right there
[Chorus]
Yeah, big bro pulled up, gave me blue cheese (Blue cheese), yeah
Like a angel, baby, I just grew wings (Grew wings), yeah
She fascinated, I’m in soup B’ (Soup B’), yeah
Diamonds ’round my neck, that bitch like, “Ooh-wee” (Yeah), yeah
Hundred racks in, hundred racks out (Yeah, yeah)
Hundred bags in, hundred bags out
We oh-so up, ain’t goin’ down (No), yeah
We to the moon (To the moon), to the moon (Moon), yeah
[Verse]
Yeah, gang (Oh-oh)
Diamonds ’round my neck (My neck)
And all on my chest (My chest, oh)
Damn, I’m so goddamn blessed (Goddamn blessed)
But man, I’m so goddamn stressed (I’m so stressed)
Damn, I just fucked my ex (Fucked my ex)
RIP to my brother X (To my bro)
Condolences to mama X (Mama X)
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, uh (Okay, uh)
And I’ma still count these checks (These checks)
And I’ma put my foot on they necks (On they necks)
‘Cause we still need our respect
[Chorus]
Yeah, big bro pulled up, gave me blue cheese (Blue cheese), yeah
Like a angel, baby, I just grew wings (Grew wings), yeah
She fascinated, I’m in soup B’ (Soup B’), yeah
Diamonds ’round my neck, that bitch like, “Ooh-wee” (Yeah), yeah
Hundred racks in, hundred racks out (Yeah, yeah)
Hundred bags in, hundred bags out
We oh-so up, ain’t goin’ down (No), yeah
We to the moon (To the moon), to the moon (Moon), yeah

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King Von – No Flaws Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
No flaws
King Von
I ain’t got no flaws
No flaws
King Von
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger
[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is
[Verse 1]
Bitch, get out, now walk
Told these hoes ’bout playin’ with me
And he outlined in chalk
All my bullets RIP’s
She left me, haha
Man, these hoes be so funny
And you know how I rock
All these hoes in love with me
When I pull up, they run
All the opps, they run from me
And they call me King Von
K-I-N-G-V-O-N, say
[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is
[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna talk
Baby, don’t you talk to me
And my new house, I bought
Closet big, come walk in it
And three-car my garage
I just put a horse in it
I don’t like her no more
It ain’t no point in forcing it
And Von, he the G.O.A.T
I be ducking all the pigs
I turn up at my shows
I swear I love all my fans
[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

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Dreamville – Swivel Lyrics

That was way back way ‘fore Reagan passed the rock
Left us with a needle and a jumpshot
Leave you countin’ seconds on the fingers through the gunshots
[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
Nigga, keep your head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin’ ’round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
I know niggas dead out of desperation
RIP my nigga Allen Dem, I wish you would’ve stayed at home
Learned to make the best out of shitty situation
No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone
Y’all gon’ swear to God that I’m changing for the better
Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I’m wrong Play this song
[Intro: Doctur Dot]
Head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin’ ’round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
Yeah
[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
Nigga, keep your head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin’ ’round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
I know niggas dead out of desperation
RIP my nigga Allen Dem, I wish you would’ve stayed at home
Learned to make the best out of shitty situation
No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone
Y’all gon’ swear to God that I’m changing for the better
Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I’m wrong
[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
I done made it up, I done made it out
I done made a way, we been makin’ waves, we been making sounds
Rappers hella fake, they papier-mâché
Like piñata, they can’t wait to break, I can animate
Promise mama she gon’ see the day when we all okay
All it really take is time and dedication, I pray
For the hunger to be permanent, no matter what that make
Hey, batter, batter, swing, bake
Whip the batter for the cake
[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
Nigga, keep your head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin’ ’round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
I know niggas dead out of desperation
RIP my nigga Allen Dem, I wish you would’ve stayed at home
Learned to make the best out of shitty situation
No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone
Y’all gon’ swear to God that I’m changing for the better
Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I’m wrong
[Interlude]
I don’t know what it is, man, I just
I don’t think I’ma be here much longer, man
Something’s watching me, man
Something’s following me
Something want me dead, man
Pray for me, pray for me, please
[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Hell, when I was young, I ain’t had to pop no guns
Nothing cracking in the slums you couldn’t handle on your own
Shit around my block where we used to knock
Couple souls fly, wasn’t nothin’ like you guys, which I loan
Shit it wasn’t nice, wasn’t paradise
Wasn’t lights back to back to back, many nights was on our own
Mama had to work, papa had three jobs
No, we not Jamaican, my sir, but we all was robbed, hah
Should’ve kept my head on a weave and bob
I’d rather be dead than to weep and sob
So we solve any major prob with the quick resolve
Had to squab’, circle that bitch up, feelings get involved
Neighborhood on lock, fuck we need a cop?

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Kevin Abstract – Boyer Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
I tell ’em I can’t spit no game for free
Manage to rock back and forth, rap on your knees
My heart is in the streets where all my fucking niggas be
Boy, you’re in the military in the deep blue sea
Parking lot, lot, lot, lot at H-E-B
Shit was right down the street from Chuck E Cheese
[Chorus]
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
[Verse 2]
I tell my mama I ain’t with the bullshit
Got Atlanta on my mind, I’m really fucking zooted
RIP my nigga Luke, just take me back to Houston
I was stuck inside apartments thinkin’, “What I’m doing?”
I was high as hell, hanging with my white friends
Thinkin’ I’ma be alright if I’m just like them
Then the police pull up on me with the lights dimmed
Had me on the ground begging for my life, man
[Chorus]
Like you cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
[Verse 3]
I been depressed like every fucking week
Ever since I left high school, I could barely breathe
Gotta take pills now just to help me sleep
Every day a new demon taking over me
I’m too scared to let a therapist talk to me
In turn it make the ones I love turn they back on me
Break the ones I love, turn they back on me
Break the ones I love, turn they back on me
[Chorus]
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child

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Migos – Naw, Naw Lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take a look at my life back then, trap season
When you make it, everybody think it’s easy
My family need me, my squad let me lead them
Get this bitch ass nigga, tryna run up on me
Had the plug with the Maly, the Xans and the counterfeit
When I’m livin the Migo life, it’s hard to live
When I walk with my shooter, it’s hard to give
For real, man, you know we made a mill
Independent, we ain’t sign no deal
You niggas trippin, cause you out buisness
We came in the game, so vavaisous
We in mantions, doing shows
RIP my nigga Pistol Pete, I know he lookin down on us
Now when I walk around, a north nigga gotta keep the Mac

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Na, for real, had to grab the Duce in time
Na, for real, young rich nigga got ripped off, over halftime
On the block, beat it like Alkine
200 for the Alk-line
Standin in the stove with a slab, that’s a cookie slab
Police try to give me life, I had a alabi
Fuck nigga, you lie
Real nigga hit you with the Mac and the 9
For real, we the new Hot Boys
Stack up all that money, gotta be a downpour
We ahead of the lingo, go ahead and pour
Skellitons on the Rolli, lookin bold
I’m a batuler, I live in the mansion, let’s get it
40 for the safe, that’s right, yep

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pintes never seeled, I keep the bricks in the seel for sail
Remember kickin in doors, takin stacks to help my grandma career
Trap on the blocks, with the racks and snow
Young nigga tryna make a dope deal
They askin me questions, like Dr. Phill
Got excited when I saw half a mill
I was plannin just to get a record deal, now we independent, only come for Ms
Came a long way from bustin sticks and steal
There’s a lot of shit I regret I did
Can’t let neggitivity get to me, I’m taking a private jet to Sissilie
So you the Grinch stole Christmas
I got the OG, in that Christmas tree

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

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Tyga – Freestyle w/ The L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #051

[Verse]
Pay me on the first, niggas know I broke the curse
How it feel when the Rolls is reversed? Nigga got it out the dirt
Bad bitches ’round, I’ma flirt and I’m goin’ for my eighth like Cur
Do you concur? Catch me if you can lil purp
I go Kyrie Curry on the verse, ball like a Nerf
Meet me on the turf, I don’t mean for real, group of these niggas nerd
Full of that sizzurp, you will get serve
My niggas make you hide your face like H.E.R
And I like her, titties are first
Big green Phantom got ’em hooked, Lary Bird
Give ’em the bird, fuck what you heard, I’m the best rapper-er
Niggas call me tiger, that’s whiter than a ice berg
I’m nicer than your favorite rapper on perks
I might curve if she don’t got good slurp
Be nicer, put you on a RIP shirt
Yes-er, ridin’ in a two-seat seater
I love ho but I still gotta bang, eat her
Believe it or not, came back from the sunken, now I’m cream of the crop
I need cash on spot, I don’t want the deposit
I got DMs from every IG thot
But I’m locked in, studio 24-7
I just popped in, fuckin’ with the niggas, when I leave, its gon’ rekill
I’ma wait at your house, my girl’s top tier
If we talkin’ overall, I’m top ten
Flows, car, bitches, ice
King in Dubai like fuck the price
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “fuck my life”
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “you’re right”
I might go psych, go might (might, might might)
It’s redrum, I’m psych (psych, psych, psych)
Bitch, I’m always right
Everybody wanna be like Mike
Big bank take lil’ bank
Ayy, fuck around, I need another bank
Ayy, thirteen hundred stars in the Wraith
Woo, and I’m on that forty-two man
Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank
Uh, this my shit when I’m in the Wraith
And my Maybach up to date

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Smino – Amphetamine lyrics

(feat. Jean Deaux, Bari Allen & Noname)

[Part I: Amphetamine]

[Chorus]
Moonlight disrupt the day
Been like this every night
Walking in stumbling
Fucked up some bread today
Though I said no no this time
Cycles on cycles
It’s like an amphetamine
How it marinate on my mind
Stuck on me, yah
Got no doubt I’ll be alright
If I just make it through the night

[Verse 1]
Pass me the amphetamine
Right now can’t focus on anything
Why they take lil bro instead of me?
I hurt when you hurt, we was siamese
Nigga was seventeen, when I found out what that cheddar mean
Rats’ll bite holes through the wall to get close
Watch for their trail, man they always be close
Back-a-wood rolla, really a smoker
This louder than when you drive on the shoulder
Stomp on the gas ’til I’m blowin’ the motor
Can’t ‘ford to sit with my thoughts or it’s over
Really but luckily, I got a real one, she fuck wit me
Shawty, she yellow, yeah keep me on my toes, stay mellow
She deserve a fucking ring

[Bridge]
I’m off the sedatives
Amphetamine
I don’t know where I’m headed
Don’t know where I’m headed
Sedatives
Amphetamine
Sedatives
I don’t know where I’m headed
Don’t know where I’m headed

[Chorus]
Moonlight disrupt the day
Been like this every night
Walking in stumbling
Fucked up some bread today
Though I said no no this time
Cycles on cycles
It’s like an amphetamine
How it marinate on my mind
Stuck on me, yah
Got no doubt I’ll be alright
If I just make it through the night
Moonlight disrupt the day
Been like this every night
Walking in stumbling
Fucked up some bread today
Though I said no no this time
Cycles on cycles
It’s like an amphetamine
How it marinate on my mind
Stuck on me, yah
Got no doubt I’ll be alright
If I just make it through the night

[Bridge]
I’m off the sedatives
Amphetamine
I don’t know where I’m headed
Don’t know where I’m headed
Sedatives
Amphetamine
I don’t know where I’m headed
Don’t know where I’m headed
No

[Part II: Krash Kourse]

[Intro]
God damn, [?]
Swn, swn, swn, swn, swn

[Verse: Smino]
Ay
Krash kourse into the world
This insular world
The culture vultures flock in every sense of the word
My nose can sniff the shit out but I’m never deterred
Never be scurred, scored through the downs, first and third
Grandaddy spittin, ain’t nothing new bout the system
‘Cause how they do me they did him
Appropriating the fellas
Sucking the fruit from my elders
Don’t give a Chuck bout no Berry
They rather listen to Elvis
Woah, mama
And these kids know better, uh
I’m grand like abuela, uh
More hands than Coachella, uh
Lil hoe it’s whatever, uh
Shawty cold as December, I still fold her, no Manila
B-b-b-brr wit me baby, I hibernate, smoke the lettuce
No niggas jammed off the reggie
Free all my dogs, fuck Kruella
Nigga need cream, vanilla, ele-vate
Coconut Beamer, oiled up, switching lanes
Chocolate interior, that’s a belly ache

[Chorus: Bari]
I done went Murda Mike, on the may-a-ooo, uh
She on the payroll, he on the payroll
I want queso, I want the caseload
She do what I say so, now
She fucked up, yeah, she might do the Fabo
Send that RIP, out yeah, and that shit for Shawty Lo
Back when I was broke I had to pour that Bacardi slow
Now I’m on the board, niggas salty like margaritas, ooh
I used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I’m thinking bout when it was me and you, baby
Yeah, used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I think of me and you

[Verse: Jean Deaux]
I don’t know what’s better, I won’t say what’s worse
Pen is like a needle when I bleed these words
I could make a blessing if I spit this verse
That’s why I be retching ’til I rid my curse
Black it be the sweetest
Secrecy up in the frequencies
That’s why you feel the need
To look at me like I’m a deity
Duality is key, you see
That I’m seein’ you seein’ me
So now we seeing equally
Needlessly to say
I hate that we’re meeting this way
Feel like I packed up to go
‘Bout a week ago
I don’t know
If I switch my flow I might tap into the pinnacles
I’m sellin’ syllables, I’m losing principles
Lurkin’, searching for miracles
Hurtin’ workmen, curtain closed
Earn a million dollars just to owe it to some imbeciles
If they tell me no, I be dumb, all I hear is go
Crossfire coming but I’m pigeon-toed, winter froze

[Chorus: Bari]
I done went Murda Mike, on the may-a-ooo, uh
She on the payroll, he on the payroll
I want queso, I want the caseload
She do what I say so, now
She fucked up, yeah, she might do the Fabo
Send that RIP, out yeah, and that shit for Shawty Lo
Back when I was broke I had to pour that Bacardi slow
Now I’m on the board, niggas salty like margaritas, ooh
I used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I’m thinking bout when it was me and you, baby
Yeah, used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I think of me and you

[Bridge: Smino]
Cunning linguistics
Punishing puns
Pumping the petro, gas in my lungs
Loving the low times, higher than a mug
Up in the cabinet
Imagine a baby reaching his hands up to grab it
A pipe done busted in heaven
And got to leaking out blessings
Reaching my hands up to grab it
Re’in my bands up
Uh, uh

[Verse: Noname]
Sunny metropolis, overzealous as telefone
Telefone a new continent, maybe rode me a rocketship
Copper all on my dash, and he ticket that lady optimist
Said I’m moving too fast, slow down, slow down
Opened up for Lauryn Hill, woah now, woah now
Woah now
Everything is everything and the object steady mystified
My allegories underneath the rock will only fear resides
I bet I’m gon’ find it, I know I’m gon’ find it
Happiness, bank account, white accountant
I found the fountain
I was born in all black, how could God denounce this?
I told Him, ‘Give me my money, I need my money now’
Thank you Jesus, whoever you are
I know you gifted me the gift of gab and simile
And simpleness, the solitude is loneliness
Been good to me
I told them, ‘Give me my happy, I need my holy now’
Thank you Jesus, whoever you are
Thank you Jesus, whoever you are

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Triller Jefferson – Jesus Saves lyrics

Verse: 1
Wake up in the morning check the time-time flies i ain’t got no time to start living in the past I ain’t gonna  let my past play my cards and tell me what my future is gonna look like, For God’s sake this is destiny woke up from my dream and started livin’it, picked the pen and paper and started writin’em bars, I wrote about cars, I wrote about the women in bars, political facts gangsters and guns, I wrote everything pertaining to life but I was living a lie cause I was missing the light, I was missing Jesus Christ the Messiah the life, the only one that always kept me alive, the only that was kept me alive. Till the music started buzzin’ in my ear drums, blue ink lyrics it’s what I painted on my note pads RIP gone to the old me, all the worldly music buried with the old me, Yeah

Verse: 2
I bring bars from the Holy Ghost, The kinda bars that bring back souls that have been lost. I ain’t playing like a song that is on the pause, I kick mad verses like I played soccer with the bibles in the church grounds, gettin’me I got time for my enemies I got countless demons that are chasing me but haters never lecture me cause I roll with the son of God and is the only one that always lecture me, You rappers should be getting this, I bring the gospel to my enemies peace, love and kindness to my frienemies, matter of fact I’m ahead of this, Jesus gave me to handle this now am getting the hang of it now am rapping just normally I don’t do mediocrity, yea check the quality, am rapping for the king who came down to die for me, got rid of sins and gave me a new beginning and I don’t think about losing I got Christ men I only think of winning. Yeah…

Chorus:
Jesus saved my life you know,
He picked me from the trash and gave me lyrics to flow,
It’s been a long journey moving up and down running, His grace is sufficient that’s the reason why am rapping. ×3

Bridge:
I met Christ on the law, He got me out of the Law, Now I am saved by the grace, saved by the grace, yea, yea.

Verse: 3
I think we got a room for the part two the last two verses didn’t leave you with a tattoo, you’ve been looking for a Jesus freak buh I’ve been standing right here behind you, turn Ahhha, Have you met me before name’s Triller Jefferson in case you didn’t know, I come in peace with a Prince of peace forget future, Jay and Khalid Jesus is the one who got the keys. I get His blessings even when I sneeze, I started under water now am walking on the water I gonna drown I got my eyes on golgotha
I represent the King hommy these bars are gonna pay first class for me, I’ve cleared this beat like the council in town, am simultaneous equation you can’t bring me down look, am the new sheriff in town, strong as an ox plus am aiming for the crown and the sky is the beginning when am rolling with the King , the King of all kings who’s got power over everything Ahhha!
I gotta pack my bags and go this mix tape ain’t go write itself you know. I promise you nothing but the bars from above revealing what Christ paid for, let’s go.

Chorus:
Jesus saved my life you know,
He picked me from the trash and gave me lyrics to flow,
It’s been a long journey moving up and down running, His grace is sufficient that’s the reason why am rapping. ×3

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Yhung T.O. – Misunderstood

[Chorus]
I was taught always keep faith in God
And never do somethin’ you don’t feel in yo’ heart
Lately I feel like my time runnin’ short
Helluva Made This Beat Baby
So if I don’t make it, I wanna say that I loved you
I just wanna say that I miss you
I just wanna say that I’m sorry
That I couldn’t be here wit’ you
I just hope you forgive me
I just hope you never forget me
I know you don’t understand right now
But one day you gon’ feel me, yeah

[Verse 1]
Truth is, I been facin’ demons lately
I can feel it in my chest I know they tryna take me
I did wrong in my life might be too late to change it
But I got no regrets, look how far I made it
Just remember all the good times we had
Just remember when we first met
Just remember how I made you smile
And know that I can still see you smile
Momma don’t take it hard
Losin’ your only son, I know it’s hard
Know my sisters need they momma so just play yo’ part
Show ’em how to be a woman and be who they are
I know havin’ nobody probably made it hard
I know my dad left, I never blamed you for it
You was the best momma, know I loved you for it
Just know I gave my all and I made it far
And just in case they try and tell you different
Grandma you raised amazin’ children
Treated me like I was your son and never different
Always said that I would make it and I finally did it
Know we got separated, never looked at you different
I just wanted to be a man, wanted to do the best I can
I know you just wanted to help but grandma you did all you can

[Chorus]
I was taught always keep faith in God
And never do somethin’ you don’t feel in yo’ heart
Lately I feel like my time runnin’ short
So if I don’t make it, I wanna say that I loved you
I just wanna say that I missed you
I just wanna say that I’m sorry
That I couldn’t be here wit’ you
I just hope you forgive me
I just hope you never forget me
I know that you don’t understand right now
But one day you gon’ feel me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uncle taught me how to be a man
Appreciate you, you know I did
I didn’t want a man to show me nothin’
So we used to fight when I was a kid
Felt like you was tryna be my pops
And that nigga wasn’t there so I didn’t need a pops
Now I see you was just tryna mold me
Just know I always gave you props
To my niggas, you know I love you
And It’s forever fuck suckas
Don’t RIP me, slide for me
If you say that you’re my brotha
But always keep our name goin’
Don’t ever stop pushin’ the movement
Show the world that we legendary
Even if I ain’t there to do it
Never switch up, keep it solid
Keep yo’ enemies closer than yo’ patnas
If a nigga disrespect, you gotta drop ’em
And when you look up in the sky, just know I got you

[Chorus]
I was taught always keep faith in God
And never do somethin’ you don’t feel in yo’ heart
Lately I feel like my time runnin’ short
So if I don’t make it, I wanna say that I loved you
I just wanna say that I missed you
I just wanna say that I’m sorry
That I couldn’t be here wit’ you
I just hope you forgive me
I just hope you never forget me
I know that you don’t understand right now
But one day you gon’ feel me

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Lil Wayne – Vizine

[Hook]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 1]
My scene just a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah
My team we could buy teams
Talking dirty money? Check the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry cleaned
Talking dirty money, say I’m rasting
All my goons kidnap your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, sour nightmares
It’s a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can’t afford to pay the light bills
I got a forcefield over my heartbeat
The window seal with no door key
I’m popping pills to feel more me
Cut off the wings now I’m soaring
And I never feel like poor me
I’d rather feel like the old me
I was born with wheels and I roll deep
I could make the devil get cold feet
Don’t like the clove unless it’s four leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef
On my face I tatted me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered with a coca leaf?
I could tell you better than you showed me
I could show you better than you told me
I’m an OG up in OT and it’s no sleep till it’s roast beef
I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, pass your weed
I’m the goat nigga, no goatee

[Hook]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 2]
Sipping on purple like it’s herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you don’t wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my (?)
Damn, I done dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like tiger shark
Dressed in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K just like a (?)
Got a lawyer and an agent but I’m the boss
And my heart always racing but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I’m looking at the riot report
Went and looked at the final score
Bedroom got revolving doors
Bitches in and out smiling more
Than children smiling at a carnival
Ain’t got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B’s nigga, honor roll
Hold up, a nigga found the flow
Started from the bottom bitch
Never been monogamous
Never been monotonous
Never been anonymous
Money is unanimous
Always had accomplices
Always had conglomerates
Always let chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don’t showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love note
Don’t know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

[Hook]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Outro]
Oh why am I so kamikazee
Why can’t I stay in my seat?
I’m so hyphy
Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies?
Why do I love what I see?
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
RIP, if you can’t live in peace, you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine

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Lil Wayne – Vizine Lyrics

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 1]
My scene just a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah
My team we could buy teams
Talking dirty money? Check the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry cleaned
Talking dirty money, say I’m rasting
All my goons kidnap your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, sour nightmares
It’s a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can’t afford to pay the light bills
I got a forcefield over my heartbeat
The window seal with no door key
I’m popping pills to feel more me
Cut off the wings now I’m soaring
And I never feel like poor me
I’d rather feel like the old me
I was born with wheels and I roll deep
I could make the devil get cold feet
Don’t like the clove unless it’s four leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef
On my face I tatted me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered with a coca leaf?
I could tell you better than you showed me
I could show you better than you told me
I’m an OG up in OT and it’s no sleep till it’s roast beef
I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, pass your weed
I’m the goat nigga, no goatee

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 2]
Sipping on purple like it’s herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you don’t wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my Gerber
Damn, I done dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like tiger shark
Dressed in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K just like a love
Got a lawyer and an agent but I’m the boss
And my heart always racing but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I’m looking at the riot report
Went and looked at the final score
Bedroom got revolving doors
Bitches in and out smiling more
Than children smiling at a carnival
Ain’t got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B’s nigga, honor roll
Hold up, a nigga found the flow
Started from the bottom bitch
Never been monogamous
Never been monotonous
Never been anonymous
Money is unanimous
Always had accomplices
Always had conglomerates
Always let chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don’t showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love note
Don’t know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Outro]
Oh why am I so kamikazee
Why can’t I stay in my seat?
I’m so hyphy
Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies?
Why do I love what I see?
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
RIP, if you can’t live in peace, then you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine

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Troy Ave – 2 Legit 2 Quit

God is great, paper straight, 808
Certified i got the heat, damn, i beat him up and took his pistol. (Right out his hand)

I was blowin’ to make him RIP, he was scared and he was swift. Table’s turned now watch him fleeeee
Im just 2 legit 2 quit, niggas tried to kill me in my whip. (in my pretty red drop)
God say you ain’t killing shit, Anklet bracelet on me son i have my grip, they be check thats how i bluffin, i would have gunned that pussy down (smoke all in his face).Niggas know how i get down (turn you to a cold case), i do murder without a sound, i do murders and dont get found (if they dead then who tellin’), Im only loyal to my fam, middle finger from his dames, i was in and out of hell, when you see me out of jail, ain’t no rules when you ruthless, nothing since this niggas too fake, leave em toothless. Punch em out and not a clock, only work i got is plocks. water whip until it rocks, thats how a nigga livin after i got knocked. Came home and started spending, i got a lawsuit pending. Twenty million dollars later, and i still dont give a fuck about no hater, im just 2 legit 2 quit, you can’t forget how niggas switch, i cut him off

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Rihanna Cousin Shot and Killed Over Christmas Holiday

Condolences are in order for Rihanna whose cousin was shot and killed over the Christmas holiday.

The Bajan pop star confirmed the death of one of her close cousins on Instagram on Tuesday night. Sources say she spend Christmas with her now dead cousin and other family members before learning about the tragic news on Tuesday (Dec 26th). “RIP cousin… can’t believe it was just last night that I held you in my arms! never thought that would be the last time I felt the warmth in your body!!! Love you always man! #endgunviolence,” she wrote on Instagram.

Details surrounding his death are not yet known, but judging from what Rihanna wrote and what folks close to her are saying, it seems he was shot and killed. Nevertheless, a death of someone close to her during the holiday time is a horrific tragedy for her and her family. Rihanna has had a massive year despite not releasing a new album this year. She still had singles that charted on Billboard and was named the top streaming female artist on Spotify for a third straight year. This year she also launched her Fenty Beauty cosmetic line which brought 40 different shades of makeup to revolutionize the market and it paid off big for her since her products have been selling off shelves as quickly as they can be restocked.

Rihanna was looking to close out the year on a high note until this tragedy hit close to home. Last weekend, she performed “Loyalty” with Kendrick Lamar at the TDE’s 4th annual Toy Drive in Nickerson Gardens, California. The pop beauty gave a well-received performance which is the first live performance for her in a while. She also took some time out her busy schedule to attend JAY-Z’s “4:44” concert in California over the weekend. Condolences to Rihanna and her family as they grieve this loss.

RIP cousin… can't believe it was just last night that I held you in my arms! never thought that would be the last time I felt the warmth in your body!!! Love you always man! ???? #endgunviolence

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J.R. – Gimme Head Too (feat. Cardi B)

[Intro]
A-Wall shit
Squat made the beat

[Hook: J.R.]
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch
[Verse 1: J.R.]
RIP to Pimp, I just want some head bitch
Want them all from the same lower chicken half bitch
She an east side, Brooklyn ass, strippin’ ass bitch
If she a hitter I’ma treat her, yeah I’m pimpin’ that bitch
All this money I got bread on ’em
Got the dirty (?) got the head on her
That mouth a blessin’, niggas playin’ on her
She’s been on it, I ain’t mad at her
She gon’ do it like I’m mad at her
Crazy head, yeah I’m talkin’ mad hatter
And she gon’ climb, she don’t need no ladder
And she can throw, she can know I want to throw
Who that?

[Hook: J.R.]
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
You want head nigga? Well I want bread nigga
Or pay my lights, gas, heat, or rent instead nigga
That’s how you flex nigga? That get me wet nigga
And I ain’t with that dirty shit, come correct nigga
Motherfuckers think that they can dope and blow my name
But you cannot pimp a ho who already know the game
I just skate off on them niggas when they talk a ring
Cause I’m that stupid bitch you think you save

[Bridge: J.R.]
Don’t save her
Ain’t nobody save her
I’m in the 6 gettin’ ate up
Do it right fore I get paid up
Or she can go, she just know I want the dough

[Hook: J.R.]
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch

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Rich Homie Quan – Back End

[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon’ still run up them bands
I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil’ money, that do not define the person I am
I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I’m working
I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it

[Verse 1:]
Sold out, sold out, now I’m mad
We done sold out, it’s a hold out, hold out on them bags
We gon’ roll ’bout 1 something, 4 of y’all, 2 in the van
I don’t care what that money do, I’mma blow this shit like a fan
RIP to my nigga Shawty Lo, I’m still walking ’round feeling like the man
Commissary going out on Sunday, gotta make sure I still got a plan
Talk to my girl on Monday, on the phone with my hands in my pants
Walking around with my hand on my ear, I ain’t heard a word that they saying
Niggas talk about what they gon’ do, rubber bands still around that paper
Overdue for some new music, might as well put it out for my haters
Niggas talkin’ hard, know they can’t stop me, I’m in that front yard with them choppers
I’ll do whatever for my partner, I hit the jewelry store with

[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon’ still run up them bands
I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil’ money, that do not define the person I am
I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I’m working
I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it

[Verse 2:]
Nigga lurkin’, cell phone, no serivce
Tent on the car, not working, so I had to close them curtains (Ooooh)
Pulled up in something they ain’t never heard of
I ain’t seen no caution tape, but the whole scene I murdered
(Woooo) Lying to me, I’m used to bitches
Watching out who I’m talking to, cause a lot of niggas, they superstitious
Dirty pots, cause I used the dishes
40 Glock, keep it in my britches
50 shots of them big bullets, that lil’ nigga might need stitches
That big body, I lean in it
That drop top selling [?] in it
And I ain’t gotta wear a suit everyday to show a nigga I mean business
With all this lean, I need a kidney
Why the lil’ boy goin’ so hard
You tellin’ on me, you the real 12
You lame as hell like a Soap Opera

[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon’ still run up them bands
I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil’ money, that do not define the person I am
I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I’m working
I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it

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G Herbo – Write Your Name

[Verse 1]
To all my fallen squad
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and gon’ get high
And regardless of the pain I ain’t gon’ cry
Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks nigga
Thats a must nigga
I done lost so many real niggas
I can’t trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me bet I won’t get touched nigga
Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them
10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys
So im sippin Remy, smokin 50’s for my guys
Never let a nigga blow any of my guys
Ain’t nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes
Missin my niggas
Kushy and liquor, 4’s of the lean
RIP Richie, hand me a swisha
Paint up a picture
Of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong
And Kobe wasn’t gone and Joc was still home
Man, I remember
Now my heart is cold as December
Get money the only thing thats on my agenda
Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on
Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song

[Bridge]
Squad
RIP my niggas man
Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape
Ball like Im Kobe
RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
RIP Pistol P man
For all my niggas gone man
We just gonna write yall name across the sky man
RIP my squad

[Verse 2]
I’ll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels
All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes
Just bring my niggas back
But I know I’ll never get em back
So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked
And I hear niggas at my neck, I’m like "where they at?"
Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat
Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em
And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em
Can I just get some money? cuz I know niggas broke and bummy
They ain’t even funny
I know they prolly wanna rob me
They hate me prolly
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won’t get nothin from me
From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money
SQUAD, RIP the L’s
Free the L’s why you niggas wanna be the L’s
No Limit MB, bitch we the L’s
RIP White Folks, I can’t see a L
Squad, and we gotta stay winnin
Rollin in 4’s with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppas, pose’ to be there and they hidin’
Cuz they scored when we ain’t have them heaters
But they didn’t!
HANN!

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Money Man – Out The Mud (feat. Young Thug) (Black Circle 2 Album)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! Jeeee~
I make the pop flip
I’m stacking my chips
Like I’m in Vegas
She gotta have hips
Ain’t fucking no RIP
My car is the latest
My pockets on blimp
I’m pissing out zips
My kids are lazy

Keys all on my cars
I shine like a star
I’m higher than Mars, ohh
My jewelry is winning, no poo
And this street shit is in me, Ryu

I got tats on my fore arms
I smoke more trees than a Palm
Hey and I’m……blowing, no bomb
That FN I got is bout loud as a car alarm

[Hook: Money Man]
I told her jump inside the bed
I told her open up ya legs
I told her come and use ya head
These niggas beefing over bread
These niggas talking to the Feds
I just go burn a pound of Meds
I buy a brick and shake a leg
I had to go and get it out the mud
I had to turn myself in to a plug
Ain’t nobody want to show me love
I had to crawl out from the slums
I cut half these niggas off
Cause half these niggas too soft
I had to bounce back when I lost
Ran it up now a nigga on me

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I went to Arizona for a minute
Buy the boy just a cheaper ticket
Baby girl let a plug hit it
I’m a beast when them drugs in me
I’m with the growers out at Cali
They just be tossing bags at me
These niggas use to laugh at me
Now these bitches throwing ass at me
Ain’t have a shoulder to lean on
Ain’t have an OG to put me on
Ran up a hundred thousand on my own
Ran up a hundred thousand from the strong
I’m kicking bitches out the coupe
I’m giving speeches to the troops
Grab the F n N and let it loose
I just can’t snitch on my connect
I just can’t go for disrespect
Pour a 40 ease all the stress
Don’t make me break a little nigga neck
Streets turning a nigga to a monster
Swear to god a nigga eating Lobster
I keep a cart by all the robbers
That’s a hundred rounds for all my problems

[Hook: Money Man]
I told her jump inside the bed
I told her open up ya legs
I told her come and use ya head
These niggas beefing over bread
These niggas talking to the Feds
I just go burn a pound of Meds
I buy a brick and shake a leg
I had to go and get it out the mud
I had to turn myself in to a plug
Ain’t nobody want to show me love
I had to crawl out from the slums
I cut half these niggas off
Cause half these niggas too soft
I had to bounce back when I lost
Ran it up now a nigga on me

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G Herbo – Dat Nigga (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Hook]
Ay
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from i’m a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

[Verse 1]
Big G Herbo bitch i been that nigga Ay
Ever since i was 15 been about my figures
By my 17th birthday i had a 50 Member right before my 18th birthday i crashed them Hemi
Way before this rap shit lil roc knew i had it in me
Way before this rap shit white folks knew i had it in me
Freestyling on that hot shit block shit through blocks past the enemy
Fully autos we got plenty bitch we blast at any
Start sipping 8s of act wit kobe made me break my kidneys
And now i still might sip a 4 way just because i miss him
And i rap about that trap shit i was in the kitchen
Folk nem copped their first book i was right there my left wrist a 50
And if the feds come i won’t write them i might forget to mention
They ain’t cut from my cloth they ain’t like that man these niggas bitches
I don’t want no fuck niggas around me thats a disposition
I don’t do no rap beef nigga try me pistol whip or strip him
Pussy better mind your business my little killas itching
Disrespect No Limit thats a bad decision
Lil bro tote that glizzy and he got precision
Told him just get money and play your position
Bitch i been that nigga ever since elementary
Always in the mix i used to get suspensions
Now my whips like bitches cause thats how i switch em
Got my bitches switching kissing lied say that i missed them
Growing up i ran the streets i learned a lot of wisdom
Always used your head and duck that prison system
Broski told me take care of business i can’t lie i listened
He supposed to be still here right with me and thats why i miss him

[Hook]
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from i’m a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

[Verse 2]
Im 20 so its only right put 220 on the dash
Smoking posto by the zip 220 for the gas
150 strong thats 22 thats 40 imma blast
Of course if you reach for him ill pay for him all cash
Two 30s and one 50 round thats how i ride around
Fuck nigga you don’t fit around you on the wrong side of town
And you best turn that 50 around i mean correct it now
If this was back in 2009 folk nem would of wet you down
RIP grandma i miss you i won’t let you down
I know you ain’t hurting no more you ain’t stressing now
Member on the phone you said you want a platinum Album
Its 3:21 i’m thinking of them records now
Coming up my momma said i wasn’t a bad kid
I just made my choices and dealt with them as is
Now i pay my momma rent i’m talking cash shit
I see their fake smiles in my face like they ain’t mad shit
I know they hating when i did it they still say i didn’t
Street nigga i can’t count the blessings i been getting
All the commas i been spending bad hoes i been hitting
Fuck around in the new car brand new limit froze up to much spinning
Walk in the bank pulled out 30k they like what you doing today
I look at the teller i ain’t know what to tell her i need something to do with my day
She like okay if you don’t spend it all please bring it back in
And you know how that story went i might as well threw it away
Every weekend i just pull up and go get that back in
Shows for 5 to 15k and i just did 2 in a day
Imma keep on pulling up making them sick until they get blue in their face
With something new on my waist Rolex day pearl blue in her face

[Hook]
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from im a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

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Wiley – On This (feat. Chip, Ice Kid & Little D) (Godfather Album)

Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this

I’m on tings, ring my phone, no long ting
Could’ve been the right or the wrong ting
Make a big song ting
Everybody sing-along ting
Hold tight my gang, though, sing-along kings
I bring along kings
They bring along other sing-along kings
I’ve shown you already what a string of luck brings
Don’t matter about your upbringing
Man are still winning, on this ting every day though
Songs don’t drop everyday, they’re getting made though
Ain’t on the radio much, I’m getting played though
No, I ain’t new in the game, I’m getting paid dough
Top grime dons are the livest
All the fans come through and decide this
History’s written, I ain’t gotta rewrite it
Man are the elite, bro, we ain’t gotta hide it

Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this

RIP jokes (‘llow that, ‘llow that)
Man can’t die out (never)
I book that and fly out (somewhere hot)
I let it boom bye bye out
Tek man for chocolate chip
You can’t melt me or deep-fry me (‘llow that, ‘llow that)
I beg a man don’t doubt me
Put lion bars on a bounty
Can’t let nuttin’ slide, come on guys (come on)
Tell a boy fuck your watch, take your time (come on)
You man forced the wheel, on your bike (come on)
You’re bad in your ends, not in mine (‘llow it)
You’re nice over there, not on grime (come on)
Don’t come over here, stay aside (yeah)
Mad ting, over here
Lyrics fly like birds in the sky

Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this
Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this

Anybody frightened
Like you’re on tour but I’mma dun your hype
Cold like a chunk of ice, undefined
Best stick to your humble pie
You know me, man, I flow deep like
Anybody coming here better come precise
Quit talking a bunch of shite, you’re not hard
Man have a [?]sign like RondoNumbaNine
Be like I be the greatest ever
Step foot on the face of the earth
Got a way with the words, haters wanna rain on my turf
Till I take ’em away in a hearse
Vacate cause you ain’t got the nerve or the
So many things I can state in a verse
Spray words for the cake in your purse
But you man are all broke, it’s like you ain’t able to work

Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this

Look, our line of work was lining work
Now I’m in the game doing grime with nerds
Said that I’m a diamond in the dirt
But I don’t know what a diamond’s worth
I was in the big ass riding bird
Sitting with Skrigz, Hattie and Church
Real life link up behind the bars
Now I’m back in the lab like Heisenberg
Still spitting that meth, turn up to a man’s set
Giving it as good as he gets
Wasn’t impressed, labels show interest
Still don’t wanna invest
Anyone’s guess, man said he wanted me dead
I put the Ps to a man’s chest, then I put him in check
No, I don’t indirect
Something that I need to address? I’ll be at your address

Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this

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Chief Keef – Fix That Lyrics

[Hook]
I hit sets, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fucking mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1]
When I was up in rehab, I was smoking tooka dope
Aye boy what you smoking on, it’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, $5000 for it how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sipping purple drank, no girl this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smoking on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim lets go
Ooo, I’m acting the fool, Hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t wanna lose
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, don’t catch me snooze
Ooo, my watch a fool
[?]
Is it false, aye girl is it true?

[Tadoe]
Yall know how we bummin man
Fresh off of touring man, back off of touring man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up artist can’t even slide man
Balmains no red bottoms
You hear me? big bands finesse yall
You see us doing this shit nigga cause we still doing this shit
Nigga so was doing this shit cause we been doing this shit
Nigga, yall know how the fuck we coming nigga
RIP Blood nigga, RIP cap nigga
Sneak diss catch a slug nigga

[Verse 2]
Where the nigga? Imma scratch
Who is that tho, youngest flexer
Yall got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodging Aiki, smoking dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

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G Herbo – Eastside Story (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
Ay, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here man
RIP them niggas, hah

[Verse]
Used to ride the front of the bus now I’m in the back of the back
Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trapping and strapped
This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi an I start fucking with Cap
G-Mo was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fucking with rap
I met Kobe on the five, we was micced down in ’05
Timbos and spray painted shirts
Now big bro own one of mine
Wake up, money on my mind
Think bout fonem all the time
Back when Grams lived on the four
First floor, 7405
Vito stayed on the other side
Him and Hill real running wild
WIth Chico and probably smoking dro
8 bucks for a pound of loud
Used to leave for school, lil blac on chico nem porch all the time
Fuck with OGs off the fire
Shorties and shit just wasn’t my crowd
Four of them fucking up the wheel
I ran (?), ain’t fuck with (?)
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Acting East can’t hit it for the (?)
Five to nine, (?) to (?) and (?) was on the map
Niggas know there ain’t a bitch we ain’t fucked, taking hoes back
Used to do pelly coats with his crew back
Chrome buck 50, smash the new gat
Leather (?) with the weed (?)
Fazo had one that was blue black
G Fazo, ain’t need to say more
Bust so hard, make you wanna shoot back
(?) don’t do that
Fuck that, I ain’t even wanna talk about it
Miss all my niggas, why talk about ’em?
All they like us niggas bitch made
Lil nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage
Fucked up, lil bro was lil sis age
Made 1800 on a good day
Don’t end up dead or broke
Go jail like a (?) is what the hood say
Might as well sell dope, rob, steal anything tryna stay afloat
I’m on point like an arrow
Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, "hello"
Got smoke like Dero, remember walking (?)
Hoodied up if we got to blow
Still fuck the opps crazy, RIP Alamo
79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies
No Limit crazy
Remember nights off the lazy
Mom’s telling me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me
I was deep in the streets, she calling and getting no sleep
Scared for her baby
I was running the east
Turning into Herbo G
The big humble beast, ay

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G Herbo – All My Niggaz (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
(RIP all my niggas man
Kobe, Vito, Chico, Fazo all my niggas man
Free all my niggas man
Free Jock, free lil boos, free crazy jays, free b gills man
Free all my niggas man, SQUAD)

[Verse 1]
Ball my niggas, seem like I lost all my niggas
RIP Lil Roc, Vito, Fazo can’t believe yall gone my nigga
And it’s real fucked up how it’s good one day next day go wrong my nigga
But I gotta stay strong my nigga
So I wrote this song my nigga
Remember all them nights we was out in that field, had to tote that chrome my nigga
Then it all went wrong, What the fuck Kobe why you couldn’t get a ride home my nigga
Why yo name in this song my nigga
But dont trip cuz it’s on my nigga
Put it on my soul you ain’t gon’ be the only one with a headstone my nigga
I lost a lot of my niggas
So you get dropped for my niggas
We got Glocks with hair triggas
Split a nigga wig when I tap the hair trigga
Hollows in the scene now the top of his head missing
Catch me in the field, gotta move with the steel
Till the day I get killed or the coppas come get me
Only 17, but them choppas hold 50
Yea them choppas hold 50
We’ll turn a nigga block to yo city
Seem like im the man
I be shopping, bitches saying "Lil Herb you on the top of yo city"

[Bridge]
And I love my niggas
And all my niggas love me
So you will get killed for my niggas
And they’ll kill a nigga for me !

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
All my niggas, all my niggas
For all my niggas, I love all my niggas
All my niggas, all my niggas
All my niggas, ball my niggas

[Verse 2]
No Limit MB
Fazoland Roc Block We a hunned-fifty
Can’t a nigga flip me
Its a gun on every single nigga with me
Motherfuck a bitch nigga
I’m just tryna get rich then I’m tryna get richer
Worry about shit nigga
Cuz they pussy in this 40 cal make my dick bigger
Bet I won’t miss nigga
Green beam on a nigga make you take a sit nigga
And I don’t forget nigga
Remember he was talking slick now he don’t exist nigga
And all we do is switch nigga
Pass lil bro the semi, that’s a assist nigga
And yeah you a bitch nigga
Couple shots to the stomach now he walking shit nigga
Ima real ass nigga I need real cash
I need it real fast nigga
Bandz in the stash nigga
If he try to rob me he a stupid ass nigga
Spend it like my last nigga
Whole 5 nigga for you end up like the last nigga
And for Lil Roc i’ll spazz nigga
10 year niggas you can have my last nigga
See you muggin when i ride past nigga
You know this foreign got a lot of cash In it
Alot of guns in it too and a whole lotta savages
They’ll leave a nigga in the past nigga

[Bridge]
And I love my niggas
And all my niggas love me
So you will get killed for my niggas
And they’ll kill a nigga for me !

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
All my niggas, all my niggas
For all my niggas, I love all my niggas
All my niggas, all my niggas
All my niggas, ball my niggas

SQUAD !

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G Herbo – Write Your Name (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Verse 1]
To all my fallen squad
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and gon’ get high
And regardless of the pain I ain’t gon’ cry
Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks nigga
Thats a must nigga
I done lost so many real niggas
I can’t trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me bet I won’t get touched nigga
Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them
10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys
So im sippin Remy, smokin 50’s for my guys
Never let a nigga blow any of my guys
Ain’t nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes
Missin my niggas
Kushy and liquor, 4’s of the lean
RIP Richie, hand me a swisha
Paint up a picture
Of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong
And Kobe wasn’t gone and Joc was still home
Man, I remember
Now my heart is cold as December
Get money the only thing thats on my agenda
Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on
Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song

[Bridge]
Squad
RIP my niggas man
Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape
Ball like Im Kobe
RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
RIP Pistol P man
For all my niggas gone man
We just gonna write yall name across the sky man
RIP my squad

[Verse 2]
I’ll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels
All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes
Just bring my niggas back
But I know I’ll never get em back
So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked
And I hear niggas at my neck, I’m like "where they at?"
Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat
Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em
And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em
Can I just get some money? cuz I know niggas broke and bummy
They ain’t even funny
I know they prolly wanna rob me
They hate me prolly
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won’t get nothin from me
From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money
SQUAD, RIP the L’s
Free the L’s why you niggas wanna be the L’s
No Limit MB, bitch we the L’s
RIP White Folks, I can’t see a L
Squad, and we gotta stay winnin
Rollin in 4’s with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppas, pose’ to be there and they hidin’
Cuz they scored when we ain’t have them heaters
But they didn’t!
HANN!

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Sep 22, Vershon Gone Too Soon Lyrics

You play a big roll in a my life

Real bredda in a my sight
Memba how we use to suffer
Still we use hold it
Little Mackerel, little white rice
You use to tell me you a fly go a foriegn go start life
Come back and buy some car and some fast bike
Never know you woulda pass
Jah know it hurt me heart
And me nah lie

How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
And everyday eee yaah eeeh yaah, me cry caah miss you
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon

Dem say life goes on
Every must know how it feels to lost a love one
Still a try fi hold on
But the pain weh me feel inside jah know it so strong
Still a hold it doh me bredda
Caah me can’t do no better
Condolence to the family
We a hold on strong

Although you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
And everyday eee yaah eeeh yaah, me cry caah miss you
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon

Real bredda real yute
Always stay loyal, always a speak truth
Know one day we ago re-group
Until then RIP me dupes
Sometimes me wonder why good people always dropped out first
And wicked still a roam the earth
Never know you life woulda cut so short
Jah know me hurt

How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
And everyday eee yaah eeeh yaah, me cry caah miss you
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon

You play a big roll in a my life
Real bredda in a my sight
Memba how we use to suffer
Still we use hold it
Little Mackerel, little white rice
You use to tell me you a fly go a foriegn go start life
Come back and buy some car and some fast bike
Never know you woulda pass
Jah know it hurt me heart
And me nah lie

How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
And everyday eee yaah eeeh yaah, me cry caah miss you
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon

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B.o.B – H.A.A.R.P. Music (Elements Album)

[Hook]
HAARP, HAARP Music
No escape, no escape, no escape
HAARP Music
HAARP, HAARP Music
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
HAARP Music

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Change shit change
Is that rain? is that rain?
How strange, how strange
How they spray them clouds with them planes
Deep pain inside of these veins
Deep pain in these veins
How strange, how strange
How they got these fibers, these strangs
Gotta work for a living, not a while
Gotta work for a living, noo I
And I suppose from the highs and lows
Lies are told when in July it snows
Pinocchio can’t hide his nose
Anymore than a camel can hide his toe
But who am I? I dont know nothing
I don’t know no-ting
How bout I take my rapper thoughts
And go smoke some rapper weed?
They got a co-co-coffin if you sleep, RIP
Then the elite trigger tsunamis using technology

[Hook]
HAARP, HAARP Music (H double A-R-P)
No escape, no escape, no escape
HAARP Music
HAARP, HAARP Music (H double A-R-P)
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
HAARP Music

[Verse 2]
Whirl pool
Earth moves, observe the truth of what words do
Words do more than just hurt you
Words alone fill up church pews
Words alone change the outcome
Make you reconsider taking nurse school
Words alone make you pay attention
To the problems that you never worked through
Bird food for the mind
Brain washed over time
Life expectancy on the decline
Vaults up in the sky
I look up and I ask why O Lord?
It’s hard to tell what freedom is
When you gotta die for it
And I ain’t got that much time to be waiting
Yo, I guess I just ain’t got the patience
Uh, Im sick and tired of debating
Yeah, the fuck I look like out here slavin?
You call it complacent but you basic

[Hook]
HAARP, HAARP Music (H double A-R-P)
No escape, no escape, no escape
HAARP Music
HAARP, HAARP Music (H double A-R-P)
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
HAARP Music

Quote from Weather Webcast Channel 10
“That is not rain, that is not snow. Believe it or not military aircraft flying through the region is dropping chaff, small bits of aluminum, sometimes it’s made of plastic or even metallicized paper products, but its use is an antiradar issue and obviously they’re up there practicing. Now they won’t confirm that but I was in the Marine Corps for many years, and I’ll tell you right now. That’s what it is.”