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Lil Wayne – Just Chill Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
[?] got a haircut
Mu in this bitch, Scoob in this bitch with me

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
So much shit on my mind, I just hope I don’t smell like it
The motherfuckers pointing fingers
Be the same ones that have nail bitin’
Real niggas, still real niggas, you new niggas, just lil’ niggas
When ya shit fall, don’t be surprised
Acting like you didn’t hear timber
I’m caffeinated, I’m half-sedated
I started from the bottom, I gravitated
I’m validated, I’m a trigger happy nigga
And it’s sad to say it, but I had to say it
I had to do it, I had to stunt, act like I had what I had for once
With all of my thank yous added up
I still can’t thank Birdman enough, I woke up in a new Tyra Banks
I’ve been gettin’ money since Shabba Ranks
The car I’m in brand spankin’ new, it just got spanked
Real niggas say rest in peace to DJ Screw
Rest in peace to Pimp C too
Fuck your bulletproof vest, blat, I still need proof, my nigga
I hate you like mustard, I’m disgustin’
I’m aiming at your chest, hit your face, I’m just rusty
Cherish every step that we take, some of us clumsy
Lookin’ for a breath of fresh air, it’s hidin’ from me, fuck
Mall roll it up in the leaf, weed stronger than Zangief
I last longer than an antique, her pussy cummin’ like a stampede
She cooks, fucks and clean, the type of bitch that every man need
The type of bitch that every man leave
That ain’t cool, and she wearin’ sleeves, but chill, just chill

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Girl, you gotta chill, uh, I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah
Girl, you gotta chill, uh, you know that I’ll always keep it real
You just need to chill, oh, oh
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Yeah, girl, you gotta chill

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You could fuck all these bitches, except my bitches
Yeah right, I wish, with all three wishes
Man I swear she got too attached, had to cut the umbilical
Man I swear I’m so armed, I feel like I got tentacles
Niggas bumpin’ their gums, I feel like Orajel
Got ’em scratchin’ their head, combin’ out broken nails
See I give ’em my love, but I’m an indian giver
Got my ear to the streets, I hear the enemy whisper
I break the bank with a sledgehammer
Cellphone rings like Saturn
Bitch let a nigga breathe, breathe like a dragon
I hide money everywhere, that’s my hidden talent
One time for them gangstas, fuck that, two times for them gangstas
If you got a problem, I’ll fix that like, yeah nigga I’m maintenance
Got a bad bitch and she anxious, bitch, you just an acquaintance
I’ll ask a rat, “Why be a rat?” then kill him while he explainin’
Tell your foot soldiers to walk light, handful of real niggas left
And if any nigga wanna step to me tell ’em hurry up and take bigger steps
My bitch deep, I get in depth, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout
She dyed her pussy hair red, she said she had to roll the red carpet out
That’s real
So real

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Yeah, you know that I’ll always keep it real
You just need to chill, oh, oh
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah, girl you gotta chill
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Yeah, girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill
Girl, you gotta chill

[Outro: French Montana & Justin Bieber]
Yeah, Tunechi
Shawty is you gon’ ride ’til it’s over? (Ride, ’til it’s over)
Man we gettin’ high, never sober (High, never sober)
Still ridin’ dirty ’til it’s over (haaan, ayy, ayy, ayy)

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KILLY – Weather Change

[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Watch the weather change!

[Hook]
Watch the weather change
You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
Watch the weather change
He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank
Better know my name, I don’t play no games
I don’t pay for weed when I paid the price of fame
Know there’s no escape, can’t run away
This my every day, try to live this every day

[Verse 1]
You should be ashamed, looking like a stain
Trip to L.A, money make me sane
Woke up in L.A, now they call my name
Now they know my name when I walk up in the place
Walk in party late, lot on my plate
I just wanna eat, aye, feed the whole gang
Clock hits 12 and the sun goes down
And the goons come out
Couple people ridin wanna pass me
Reason why still I’m an athlete
Leave em in my trail, leave em dusty
Chasin on my tail like a track meet
Money comin plenty, money comin steady
Pockets so fat, heavy
Pockets tryna be hefty
My right hand started moving lefty
Started eatin good still on empty
Cause I got lots of friends that be enemies
That wanna follow me to get ahead of me

[Hook]
Watch the weather change
You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
Watch the weather change
He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank
Better know my name, I don’t play no games
I don’t pay for weed when I paid the price of fame
No there’s no escape, can’t run away
This my every day, try to live this every day

[Hook]
Watch the weather change
You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
Watch the weather change
He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank

[Outro]
My right hand started movin’ lefty
My right hand started movin’ lefty

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Shabba Ranks Fans Goes HAM On Harry Styles & GQ For This

Shabba Ranks loyal fans on social media blew their fuse this week when GQ Magazine credited pop star Harry Styles for a particular jewelry trend.

GQ sent out a tweet over the weekend that reads, “Thanks to Harry Styles, wearing multiple rings is now a thing.” Shabba Ranks fans were amused by the statement and immediately went in on the fashion mag. “Shabba done invented that trend from back in the 1990s, just how old are these people who are running GQ,” one fan said.

Several other fans of the dancehall legend chimed in calling out GQ for cultural appropriation. “He’s a true icon,” another fan wrote on tweeted while tagging GQ. “There are quite a few cultural developments that can be linked to Shabba. Even baggy jeans and now even that is back in style.”

ASAP Ferg even released a song in 2013 called “Shabba” where he credited the dancehall icon for the way he dresses and wears jewelry. “Eight gold rings like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks / Four gold chains like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks / One gold tooth like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks,” ASAP Ferg raps. If you’re a hardcore dancehall fan and has been following the genre from at least the 1990s then you would agree with the assessment of most of Shabba Ranks fans on this issue. He was influential with a lot of the current trends like wearing multiple chains, baggy cloth, and even some hairstyles.

“Shabba was a trendsetter and these news cats in the business are just copycats, lets give the man the respect he deserves,” another dancehall fan wrote.

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ASAP Ferg – What Do You Do (feat. Nav) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, NAV & Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 1: NAV & Lil Uzi Vert]
I used to put in work
Now my young boys do the dirt (brown boy)
Fully automatic, pull up hit you with a burst
Put you on a shirt, you a lil’ boy, you a smurf
She used to put me down, and now she lifting up her skirt
Pull up and I swerve, leave her feelings hurt
She fucked me for a purse, she fucked me for a XO shirt
I see you wearing Off-White, but you know, I bought it first
I seen you post a picture, and I had to change my shirt
I can’t punch him in his face, he gonna sue me now
Took your bitch to Nobu, fuck me for some sushi now
I hit it once, and now I can’t stand her now
They pay me fifty thousand, just to stand around

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Heard you got that AP swerve, that was my watch first
Heard you got that Lambo’, skrt, that was my drive first
Chopper beat that bitch to spurs, clip hang to the curb
That girl know, I put in work, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Your girlfriend say, I’m handsome
Fuck any girl, so random
Rock any clothes, I’m random
I rock that Demna right on my sandal
Don’t give me the top then cancel
My momma said these niggas can’t stand you
And I’m laughing right to the bank
All my chains on like I’m Shabba Ranks

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Outro: NAV]
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
You’re getting on my nerves, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
I got Vs on all my shirts, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah

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Emperor Ranks – What’cha Gonna Do? Lyrics

[Intro:]
If there is a problem, solve the problem!
People suffering, and nobody can solve the problem?
(We can solve it)
Look at the amount of money that the world has
What you robbing the people of?
Why?
Question up universal rights
Me, poor me, mi nuh know what a go happen, enuh Latifah
You now what’s happening to these people?
I don’t know what’s up either Shabba
Talk about it
A come on

What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Who me? Yeah you!
Not me, not me, not me rude bwoy…., not me, not me
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Not me? Yeah you!
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Not me? Yeah you!

[Verse 1: Shabba Ranks]
What’cha gonna do, Shabba Ranks inna the area
Mix the Hip-Hop and the Reggae together
This is Shabba, a Reggae ambassador
Along with Queen Latifah who is a Hip-Hop mama
Shabba, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Hold up on mi mic and chat the Dancehall too
R plus B, and the Hip-Hop too
Jazz, Rock & Roll, and Calypso crew
Dem to one
Mi nuh matter where the music is coming from
Music is here just to please everyone
Music is international communication
Tell them say!

[Hook:]
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Who me? Yeah you!
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Not me?

Mr. Shabba!
Money making Jamaican
Collecting checks, and cashing rec’s for Reggae he awakens
The word has got around about the titles you be taking
From homies who be faking, and practicing the moves of a snake and
All the streets are the day black and white
And give up
Hoes
One God, one tribe, feel the vibe that I
Throw your hands up in the air and keep ’em swinging
I’m sick and tired of letting cats win
And people putting bruises on my beautiful black skin
So I teach ’em a lesson through a Hip-Hop session
Let ’em know that Imma keep on steppin’
You don’t know me to judge me
And if you knew me, your thoughts wouldn’t budge me
Knowledge in the music is way to get through
And it also works for you
So what’cha gonna do?

Screw face people a monkey sample
Smile, pretty people, mek mi see your dimple
Screw face people a monkey sample
Nuh penetrate people who a penny evil

[Hook:]
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Who me? Yeah you!

[Verse 4: Shabba Ranks]
What’cha gonna do, Shabba Ranks inna the area
Mix the Hip-Hop and the Reggae together
Smile a while, and give your face a rest
Raise your hand to the one you love best
Smile a while, and give your face a rest
Raise your hand to the one you love best
Some cannot smile, wicked profile
Waan throw us problem pon the child
Some war-y, war-y, and love to oppress
Inna nuclear power them a invest
For the suffering child them don’t care a less

[Hook:]
So, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do
Who me? Not me? (yeah you) Yeah you!
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Who me? Not me? (yeah you) Yeah you!
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do
Who me? Not me? (yeah you) Tell them say!

[Outro: Shabba Ranks]
What gonna do, Shabba Ranks inna the area
Mix the Hip-Hop and the Reggae together
It is Shabba, the Reggae ambassador
Along with Queen Latifah who is a Hip-Hop mama
Music forever
Sufferation, never
Be smart, be clever
Don’t approach the mega
It is Shabba, I’m the ram dance master
And Jamaica
Green, black, and gold is I man color
Red, black and green, that is another
So be smart and so be clever