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Katie Tropp – Blunts By Myself Lyrics

[Hook]
Kickin’ back with my thoughts I’ma roll one up
Always one deep and that’s enough
All I really need is this blunt
I’m smokin’ blunts by myself, blunts by myself, (so what?)
Kickin’ back with my thoughts I’ma roll one up
Always one deep and that’s enough
All I really need is this blunt
I’m smokin’ blunts by myself, blunts by myself, (so what?)
[Verse 3]
Surrounded by smoke I be on cloud nine
The clock is stuck on four twenty all the time
While I write this rhyme I’m smokin’ on pine
I stay like Govinachi on this grind
I keep a steady supply of weed on hand
If I run out I will go mad
Rip off every face that I look at
Until I get some THC to calm my ass
A blunt by myself don’t need nobody else
In my f**king circle don’t wanna share the wealth
Even if I could I’d keep it to myself
I always fly solo moving like I’m stealth
You’re bad for my health so just go away
I’d rather get lost in my own brain
Keep to myself is the only way
That I have found to keep myself sane! [Outro]
So what…
So what…
So what…
So what…? [Hook]
Kickin’ back with my thoughts I’ma roll one up
Always one deep and that’s enough
All I really need is this blunt
I’m smokin’ blunts by myself, blunts by myself, (so what?)
Kickin’ back with my thoughts I’ma roll one up
Always one deep and that’s enough
All I really need is this blunt
I’m smokin’ blunts by myself, blunts by myself, (so what?)
[Verse 2]
I’m a weed connoisseur it’s an acquired taste
From the look to the smell it makes me heart race
I love it when it’s sticky and stinks up the place
If it ain’t loud then get it out my face
No I ain’t ever trying to quit
Smoking on this high grade killa chronic
Every single day I’m an addict
I don’t give a f**k about your judgements
I stay highly motivated that’s a double entendre
Because I am stoned but always working harder
Only I can write my story I am the author
Keep your opinion to yourself I think beyond the
Norm that’s something I just can’t be
I’m gonna kick back and roll up this tree
Life ain’t free for anybody
That’s why I always live it up just for me! [Verse 1]
I spill the guts the wrap is all I want
You gotta get it wet so you can roll it up
Grab yourself a nug of some sticky bud
Put it in the grinder then spread the love
Spark a light, inhale the smoke
Take it all in with each and every toke
Fading away even though you still woke
There ain’t no better feelin’ that ain’t no joke
If I’m alone don’t think it’s a problem
Because I stay high off that marijuana
Don’t need a homie or a partner
Just blaze it up in the corner
I’m a loner that’s how I be
The only company I need is trees
I know you smell my smoke in the breeze
My lungs are about to explode I can barely breathe!

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Katie Tropp – Have A Smoke With Me Lyrics

[Verse 3 ]
If it’s sticky that’s how you get me
I tell you hit me one more time just like I’m Britney
I’m not kidding when it comes to weed
You know I’m all about blowin’ on some trees
By myself or in a group
Chillin’ at home or in my coupe
If this ain’t somethin’ that you normally do
Well you with a pro I can teach you
Smoke with me I’ma get you high
I only smoke good so you gonna feel right
I don’t really have a type as long it’s nice
The variety keeps growing to keep me enticed
I can’t say a bad word about Mary Jane
She’s the only bitch who stays stuck on my brain
I never wanna stray my feelings are the same
Since the very first day you took my breath away! [Hook]
Have a smoke with me
I smoke so much it’s tough to breathe
Have a smoke with me
Let’s roll it up and blow some trees! [Verse 2]
I’m a stoner and I’m proud you know I’m smokin’ loud
Stankin’ up the place with my chronic cloud
I never come down high above the crowd
I can get you real high try and keep up with me now
I know you can’t because I’m The Champ
Iron lungs is what I have
Step in my circle and it’s tough to match
Bowls with me because I withstand
A lot of THC runs through my blood
I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what I’m made of
I am one with my blunt
I gives a f**k if you think that’s dumb
It doesn’t hurt no one in fact it’s the opposite
If I didn’t smoke I know I’d f**kin’ choke a bitch
I am not jokin’ I am a ferocious bitch
So I keep smokin’ to help me put up with it! Have a smoke with me
I smoke so much it’s tough to breathe
Have a smoke with me
Let’s roll it up and blow some trees! [Verse 1]
21 bowls is an average day
In the stoner life of Krazy Kracka Katie
Always on cloud nine blowin’ away
You know I got that bong stuck to my face
I smoke for real it’s tough to keep up
Don’t challenge me to some type of smoke off
I can smoke forever not tryin’ to stop
Been doin’ it for years whether it’s legal or not
You can call it pot, weed, that danky
I don’t give a f**k I just smoke it daily
Puff and puff away into outer spacey
Get a new sack and I’m salivating
Don’t care about the name as long as I’m high
Sharin’ ain’t my thing unless we are tight
Don’t even be sneaky try and steal my light
Even when I’m high I catch you bein’ sly
Smokin’ ain’t a hobby I stay lit
If you got a problem you can suck it
Ain’t nobody works harder than this bitch
That’s why I always stay high to balance it! [Hook]
Have a smoke with me
I smoke so much it’s tough to breathe
Have a smoke with me
Let’s roll it up and blow some trees! Have a smoke with me
I smoke so much it’s tough to breathe
Have a smoke with me
Let’s roll it up and blow some trees!

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Quadeca – Migraine Lyrics (feat. Rob Curly)

(I love you)
And now you’re really just my withdrawal
Man, I really only hit you when this shit falls
I know your phone number more than your name
Music’s the one thing that covers me like a porch in the rain
To me, you really are just a force I contain
Source of my pain, that’s the only thing that can corner the flame
So why did I do this shit for you? Yeah
I remember when I first met you
Yeah I never thought that I would forget you
Never thought that I would ever upset you
When I never thought that I would ever regret you
Yeah times change and my mind changed
Can’t get you out of my brain like a migraine
I really risked it all when the time came
All this shit had to hit me like a migraine
I don’t know if I can call it my pain
All these problems just compressing like a sidechain
Find fame, that’s the only way that I can hide shame
So in this feeling, can’t remember when the tides change
Used to be THC like the
Greenest weed anyone could ever f**kin breathe
I can feel the breeze
See the wind, see it through the trees
See it through the leaves, need to leave
Can somebody please just throw me the keys? Man it’s holdin’ me sane
Can’t get you out of my brain like a horrible stain
I remember when I first met you
Yeah I never thought that I would forget you
Never thought that I would ever upset you
When I never thought that I would ever regret you
Yeah times change and my mind changed
Can’t get you out of my brain like a migraine
I really risked it all when the time came
All this shit had to hit me like a migraine
Should have never let a girl
Representin’ everything I hate about the world
Come up in my life and flip it straight into reverse
You was tryin’ to make it hard
I was tryin’ to make it work
That’s a first and a last
Homie told me “Focus, leave the drama in the past”
Let it pass, hurt
People hurt
People true
Funny how the lies lead to truth
When it’s over, I ain’t over you
And I ain’t sober, know you rollin’ too
Love don’t just get up and go
Feelin’s always here to taunt
I’ve been tryin to let it go
Waitin for a text that I don’t even want
But I can’t front
I would probably say “I’m down”
If shawty hit me with the “We should chill”
If shawty hit me with the “Are you down?”
Nah
Nah
(Think of it like the Holocaust
Never again
That is what got us here in the first place)
Yeah
There’s a reason these cliches exist
I keep trying to forget
But my mind replays this kiss
Ah, f**k
I don’t mean to delay my bliss
I been all over the mix
And now she takes a sip
Then we take it in
See my seat change and shift
It’s a weekday and I got so much sleep
Caving in
And now I really can’t tell if this a
Dream state, I’m in
If it is, I wake up depressed
That my dream days are missed
I’m telling myself “Please don’t let this be
Fake, I’ll trip”
I told her “Pinch me if it’s real,”
And then she came to pinch
And as she made her
Way close to me, hey I flinch
Switchin and I disappear into remains
I drifted a
Away (Way, way, way)

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Trill House Collective – T.R.I.L.L. Lyrics

[Hook: Dan G]
At Hill House, it’s the house on the hill
Pull up a seat, c’mon let’s chill at Hill House
T R I L L spells trill, at Hill House
At Hill House
[Verse 1: Dan G]
Wake up in the morning, get out of bed
Swag On My Dick still in my head
Pull up to the chadar fifteen minutes late
Gotta put some LTOPs on a plate
[Hook: Dan G]
At Hill House, it’s the house on the hill
Pull up a seat, c’mon let’s chill at Hill House
T R I L L spells trill, at Hill House
At Hill House
[Verse 2: Dan G]
Don’t trust the juice just cause its red
It could be vinegar instead
Niki he can play the lyre
Our mixtape is f**king fire
[Hook: Dan G]
At Hill House, it’s the house on the hill
Pull up a seat, c’mon let’s chill at Hill House
T R I L L spells trill, at Hill House
At Hill House
[Verse 3: Dom]
We bout to show you all a recipe
We bout to make some shit you know is gon be heavenly
Every kitchen be the THC territory
Sorry darling, but this meal ain’t dairy free
So we gon take you the stove
If you f**k with me, you gon need some Tylenol
If you f**k with me, then it’s gon be time to go
If you f**k with me, then it’s gon be laila tov
[Verse 4: Dan G]
For dinner, we be cooking fish sticks
(Where you been?) Just ransacked logistics
Two decades and still no kayak
Our kitchen’s mixed like Salma Hayek
[Hook: Dan G]
At Hill House, it’s the house on the hill
Pull up a seat, c’mon let’s chill at Hill House
T R I L L spells trill, at Hill House
At Hill House
[Outro: Eitan]
I have no idea if I was playing in tempo

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rich As Hell Lyrics

Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off ’em
All this smoke, it got me coughin’
MAC’s-11, I be steppin’, bitch, I’m reckless, I’m dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain’t tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I’m with it, hmm
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan’ play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it
[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail ’em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won’t tell ’em
Talkin’ on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell
[Verse 2]
Whip that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a nigga be kickin’
I got cases pending, I got THC, it’s liquid
If I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin’ up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin’ it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don’t sniff that
‘Cause bitch, I’ma kick you out, you know that we ain’t with that
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don’t talk, bitch
I don’t care ’bout what they talkin’, fuck her best friend, bitch, I’m rich
Fuck your man man, ho, I’m lit
Plus my whole clique full of pits
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can’t drip like this
[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail ’em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won’t tell ’em
Talkin’ on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell
[Outro]
17
D-Roc Play this song
[Intro]
17
D-Roc
[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell
[Verse 1]
Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin’, my niggas haulin’
Niggas be talkin’ and I catch ’em walkin’
I do this often, fuck it, I off ’em
Know that I got ’em, you know I’ma stalk ’em
Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad?

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Sheck Wes – WESPN Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mudboy
Bitch
E-S, E-S, ESPN
They don’t like my rap style (Nah)
Now they want features (Nah)
I turned all my doubters, into my believers (Sheck Wes)
Arguin’ my damn ma (Fuck)
Fightin’ with my teachers (Bitch)
Skip my game for the fashion show (For the show)
One of my best decisions (Facts)
Backwood addiction (I got it)
I got a Backwood addiction
Ain’t the THC, that’s facts, non-fiction
Or is this shit fiction?
But remember in school, I ain’t pay attention
In school, I ain’t pay attention

[Chorus]
I watched E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him (Yeah)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S

[Verse 2]
Goin’ through a damn phase (Through a phase)
Goin’ through a damn change (Cosmos)
Goin’ through my damn passport (Passport)
I been goin’ through these damn pages
Smokin ‘on matter
Hoes sniffing on powder (Sniff, sniff)
The money bring the power
But the money bring you problems, so when..
You niggas can stuck, don’t call
Please don’t call, don’t call Sheck, Wes no more
Cause I ain’t pickin’ up my mothafuckin’ phone (Bitch)

[Refrain]
Do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough

[Chorus]
E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S (Bitch)

[Verse 3]
They just want the turnt shit (Turn up, bitch)
They don’t like the sad music (Nigga, burn up)
Sheck Wes been in a sad state (A sad state)
You ain’t never had to do shit, huh? (Never)
You ain’t never had to (Fuck) go through shit (Bitch)
You ain’t ever have to (Fuck) go and shoot shit (Never)
You ain’t never had to (What?) go and shoot shit
‘Cause you ain’t never had to go through shit
You ain’t, you ain’t never had to

[Refrain]
That’s, that’s why do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talking about the motherfuckin’ dough (Bitch)

[Outro]
ESPN, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN (Kyrie)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more (Bitch)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
W-E-S, E-S
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)

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Joey Badass – 500 Benz Lyrics

JOEY BADASS
500 Benz Lyrics

500 Benz
500 Benz
Statik Selektah

500 Benz
500 Benz

Took the business class seats back to NYC
Left LAX with a bag of the THC
Straight reekin’
Nowadays I bounce back in full each weekend
Shorter days, longer nights, from my lack of sleepin’
Thinkin’ when this bi-coastal life is just dreams and
Now a nigga headed west the cold seasons
Wrist below freezin’, chicks is strip teasin’
They only suck a nigga when a nigga succeedin’
If she a go-getter then she never will achieve ’em
Best believe, ’cause all I do is f**kin’ lead ’em
Off in the right direction, teacher lent me lessons
Reduce the stress and balance out the imperfections
Hundred folded in my lap like many blessings
Every night ‘fore I take the chance, I ask questions
Somethin’ like, can you meet me at the Westin?
And after I f**k you, girl can I f**k your best friend?
f**k it, I’m just shootin’ all my shots now
Hard to be humble, when you ridin’ with your top down
Picture me rollin’ up in my SL500 Benz
Mami sip on the potion while her hair blowin’ in the wind
I’m just tryna win but they hatin’ from the sideline
These niggas watch mine like a nigga primetime
I’m ten thousand feet right above your skyline
Sippin’ on the fine wine, the only thing on my mind

500 Benz, AMG package
’95 classic, rare Gucci jacket
With the Cartier glasses, just to match it

So anytime I’m pullin’ off, it’s getaway fashion
Coppers’ll never catch him, I got hustler’s passion
Chick in my passenger seat, she lookin’ like she came out the pageant
And he down for anything that I ask or imagine
So I hit the corner store and copped a pack of the Magnums, shit
‘Cause I ain’t playin’ no games
Lil R&B chick and I ain’t sayin’ no names
Let her rock the mic and give a nigga soul brain
By the time this shit drops she’ll prolly be my old thang
I’m just young and livin’, pullin’ many women
If you was in my shoes, I bet you couldn’t say you wouldn’t
Been in the deep end since I got my foot in
Now these niggas wanna ride the wave all of a sudden

SL500 Benz with the AMG package
And the rare Gucci jacket, Cartier glasses, just to match it
Cartier glasses, just to match it
I said
SL500 Benz with the rare Gucci jacket
And the AMG package
Cartier glasses, just to match it
Match it, Cartier glasses, just to match it, skrrt

500 Benz
Match it
500 Benz
Match it
500 Benz
Match it, match it
500 Benz
500 Benz

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500 Benz

Lyrics to ‘500 Benz’ by Joey Badass:

–Intro–
500 Benz
500 Benz
Statik Selektah
500 Benz
500 Benz

–Verse 1–
Took the business class seats back to NYC
Left LAX with a bag of the THC
Straight reekin’
Nowadays I bounce back each weekend
Shorter days, longer nights, from I lack sleepin’
Thinkin’ when this bi-coastal life is just dreams and
Now a nigga headed west the cold seasons
Wrist below freezin’, chicks is strip teasin’
They only suck a nigga when a nigga succeedin’
If she a go-getter then she never will achieve ’em
Best believe, ’cause all I do is fuckin’ lead ’em
Off in the right direction, teacher lent me lessons
Reduce the stress and balance out the imperfections
Hundred folded in my lap like many blessings
Every night ‘fore I take the chance, I ask questions
Somethin’ like, can you meet me at the Westin?
And after I fuck you, girl can I fuck your best friend?
Fuck it, I’m just shootin’ all my shots now
Hard to be humble, when you ridin’ with your top down
Picture me rollin’ up in my SL500 Benz
Mami sip on the potion while her hair blowin’ in the wind
I’m just tryna win but they hatin’ from the sideline
These niggas watch mine like a nigga primetime
I’m ten thousand feet right above your skyline
Sippin’ on the fine wine, the only think I mind mine

–Hook–
500 Benz, AMG package
’95 classic, rare Gucci jacket
With the Cartier glasses, just to match it
So anytime I’m pullin’ off, it’s getaway fashion

–Verse 2–
Coppers’ll never catch him, I got hustler’s passion
Chick in my passenger seat, she lookin’ like she came out the pageant
And he down for anything that I ask or imagine
So I hit the corner store and copped a pack of the Magnums
‘Cause I ain’t playin’ no games
Lil r&b chick and I ain’t sayin’ no names
Let her rock the mic and give a nigga soul brain
By the time this shit drops she’ll prolly be my old thang
I’m just young and livin’, pullin’ many women
If you was in my shoes, I bet you couldn’t say you with it
Been in the deep end since I got my foot in
Now these niggas wanna ride the wave all of a sudden

–Hook–
SL500 Benz with the AMG package
And the rare Gucci jacket, Cartier glasses, just to match it
Cartier glasses, just to match it
I said
SL500 Benz with the rare Gucci jacket
And the AMG package
Cartier glasses, just to match it
Match it, Cartier glasses, just to match it, skrrt

–Outro–
500 Benz
Match it
500 Benz
Match it
500 Benz
Match it, match it
500 Benz
500 Benz

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Diiix – Creuser Le Gap (Tigris Album)

[Refrain]
J’vais creuser le gap
THC dans les veines, tous mes gars sont dans les vapes
Ramène une piñata, en un coup de batte je l’éclate
Les marquer au fer rouge est ma première étape
Elle voudrait qu’on prenne le large
Elle voudrait qu’on s’échappe
Tu me prends la tête c’est quoi ton délire ?
J’aime pas ta tête c’est pas un délit
Tu veux savoir c’est qui le Dixy ?
J’te laisse du sursis

[Couplet]
Regarde moi hisser mon drapeau
Ressens la douleur dans mes mots
J’vais déchirer la première et dernière part du gâteau
Puis je repars en bateau
Ethanol dans les vaisseaux
Pas la peine d’aiguiser tes couteaux
Quand le famas sort les crocs
Curtis m’a dit "Faut que tu les grailles!"
Pas de pilote automatique, je fais les bails
La différence se fait dans le détail
Mon négro, dans la bataille
Piñacolada dans la main, je vibe avec mes gars
Amoureux de Violetta, elle est dans ma cabeza
Dès le début, les ennemis étaient vaincus
Lucarne droite j’ai mis un pointu
T’avais mal mais tu t’habitues
Diiix, dangereux individu
Pas besoin pour se comprendre de parler
Couteau sous gorge lors des pourparlers
Et consta-constamment, constamment
J’enchaîne les bibis et les verres
Bien évidemment
J’te rappellerai pas, j’me tire de là
Je féconde le game, je serai papa
Mais aujourd’hui, je vais et je viens dans son petit

L’histoire est écrite, on ne plus la refaire
Négro je sais qu’ils voudraient savoir comment je fais
J’pourrai t’épargner ou te garder là
Te laisser a vie sauve, pourquoi pas ?
Le tigre sélectionne toujours sa proie
Sur Jupiter j’fais du vélo
Noire comme la nuit est la peau
Le numéro 10 dans le dos
Je pilote le vaisseau, je pilote le vaisseau
Elle me prépare de la bouffe Italienne
J’suis un phénomène ouais
Elle dit que je suis un phénomène

[Refrain]
J’vais creuser le gap
THC dans les veines, tous mes gars sont dans les vapes
Ramène une piñata, en un coup de batte je l’éclate
Les marquer au fer rouge est ma première étape
Elle voudrait qu’on prenne le large
Elle voudrait qu’on s’échappe
Tu me prends la tête c’est quoi ton délire ?
J’aime pas ta tête c’est pas un délit
Tu veux savoir c’est qui le Dixy ?
J’te laisse du sursis

[Couplet]
Redouté comme un effet domino
Epée sous l’oreiller j’suis parano
2 meufs chez moi on tourne un porno
Un conseil surveillez la météo
Un conseil surveillez le boug Diiix
Dans mon sang coule le sang de l’Afrique
Tellement fier que j’en ai la trique
Faut savoir que le négro n’est pas romantique
N’est pas romantique
Ta soeur ne met pas les dents, c’est que tu peux le faire
Je sais que tu peux le faire
Trop de haine contre moi elle me souhaite l’enfer
Quand je poserai mes mains sur la caisse
Tous mes doigts seront violets
Sénégalo-Sénégalais, je tape du yassa au poulet
Je ne retiendrai pas mes coups
Debout la tête qui tourne j’te laisse dans le flou
T’as tout bouclé, tout préparé
Et là surprise le négro ne vient même pas au rendez vous
La moelle épinière est détruite
La mobilité est réduite
Je t’emmène au 7e en musique
A coups de baguette magique

Outro
Tu me prends la tête c’est quoi ton délire ?
J’aime pas ta tête c’est pas un délit
Tu veux savoir c’est qui le Dixy ?
J’te laisse du sursis

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Jimmy Prime – Intro (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Intro]
Welcome to the (x3)
Welcome to the city, where them niggas get busy
And them bitches all stripping, and the fly niggas pimping
Champagne sipping and the cocaine flipping
The whole team sipping in the codine system

[Verse 1]
From the block to the stoop
Stoop to the crib
Crib to the whip
Whip to the strip
Post on the strip
Kick it with bitches thats all on my tip, the tip of my dick
Tell em to lick, speaking of licks, I’ve been want to hit
A nigga with bricks
Willing to risk, my life with some grip, to say that we rich, bitch
Roll that weed, I’m tryna get high, strap on my vest, I’m tryna survive
Staying alive, rolling with niggas thats willing to die, nigga we prime
And I just hope this game don’t change me, I hope it don’t drive me crazy
Said it before, but only cool niggas can relate to me
Might be hating now might take a week
But Ima be the man just wait and see, cause I got plans from A-Z
And I got work and I hate to sleep, so that bitch better twerk or just take a seat
Cause I’m the fucking man niggas pray to be

[Chorus]
And it’s crazy, so crazy
This life shit is so crazy(x4)

[Verse 2]
Find me in them spots where them players be
Daps and pounds as they greeting me
Through smoke crowds like I’m seeing things
Them Backwoods and THC
And all the good girls wanna roll out
And all the bad bitches wanna go down, in the bathroom, or in the backseat, or on a backstreet, or on a rooftop
Busy getting busy with a new bop, while you busy getting busy with a tube sock
I’m Tupacs with twin Glocks
Piss drunk and pissed off, looking at about 30 missed calls
And I don’t even know like where to start
These bitches on my balls don’t know when to stop, yeah
These bitches on my balls don’t know when to stop

[Outro]
It’s crazy, so crazy
So crazy

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B.o.B – Excuse Me (Elements Album)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Critical thinking
A sea of souls selling out
But this ship is sinking
Flooded with watered down lyrics
With subliminal meanings
To wake up another day
Lord, give me a reason
Are these prayers really working
Or just triggering feelings (4x)
I vocalize my pain and they say, "Isn’t it genius?"
I’d be considered a legend if I consistently bring it
Now is there life after death or just recall and repeat it
Or does it go pitch dark and just dissolve into pieces?
If that’s the case I wonder if I departed this evening
From the top of the 47th and just fall to the cement
For the entire police quadrant and fire department to see it
Would my disembodied soul then reach its path of completion
Or just create another scene
In which to deal with these demons
Not to sound morbid, my views are just distorted and grungy
I should cry myself to sleep
On this mattress made out of money
But I’m not here to be liked, I’m not here to be nice
I’m not here for your war, I’m not here for your fight
I’m not here to be hyped, I’m not here for a price
When I bring you the truth it’s not delivered polite
Gamblin with my life you shouldn’t have gave me the dice (3x)
You shouldn’t have gave me the dice, dice, dice
All this misery shrouded in mystery of violent history
THC chemistry
Cure for depression
No there is no remedy
Allergic to bullshit, no antihistamine
Top of the class haters graduate to enemies
Out on your ass is where they intended for you to be
Snakes in the grass, I’ll cut them out, eventually
Slave to the media, you got to be kidding me
You got to be kidding me
You got to be fucking kidding me..

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Yeah
And we live in a state of confusion
I hear what they say on the news
They usually just laying a blueprint
Used to create a delusion
Movies to sway your conclusion
Used to delay your awakening
Steady creating illusions
Clues to mistaken the truth with
No sense debating with fools
Who put all of their faith in the skewed philosophy
With situational views
Too many saviors to choose
I stare at the face of the moon
Too much information
Too many equations
It’s too complicated to prove
Stories portrayed we consume
Like thanksgiving tables of food
I’m sorry not sorry
I ain’t in the mood
To dress up and play in this room
You can judge me and say that it’s cruelty
I see the chains and the whip
I just don’t mistake it for jewelry
Fuck out my face now, excuse me
I ain’t got no patience today so excuse me

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Doc OVG – Manip’

[Couplet 1 : Doc OVG]
Seul le travail paye, faut forcer
Fonsdé, bédo corsé
Fait du sale comme dans Dorcel
Ils sont torchés, ok
Rentre dans l’clan, t’es du-per, tu sip les bails
T’évites les ‘tasses, OV lucide donc THC détaille
MMS, LDO, on nique l’Etat
Si t’es Charlie t’es pas d’la secte, G fuck un trav’
Gaddamn s/o Norsa, ils ont pas d’flow donc on les lave, bitch
Si on te traite, tu finis sur la potence, c’est qu’t’es un snitch
Fuck ta vie négro, j’ai pas d’ami, j’me canalise
Pour un G négro, faire la manche c’est impossible
Que pour la famille, c’est pas nouveau, on t’l’a déjà dit
Biff biff, money money, j’veux tout l’or du XXX

[Refrain : Jorrdee]
J’ai touché de nombreuses blanches comme la canicule
C’est pas des femmes négro, c’est les hommes qu’on manipule
C’est la manip’, c’est la manip’
C’est la manip’, c’est la manip’
C’est la manip’, c’est la manip’
Négro c’est la manip’, négro c’est la manip’
Négro c’est la manip’, négro c’est la manip’
Négro c’est la manip’, négro c’est la manip’

[Couplet 2 : Jorrdee]

[Refrain : Jorrdee]
J’ai touché de nombreuses blanches comme la canicule
C’est pas des femmes négro, c’est les hommes qu’on manipule
C’est la manip’, c’est la manip’
C’est la manip’, c’est la manip’
C’est la manip’, c’est la manip’
Négro c’est la manip’, négro c’est la manip’
Négro c’est la manip’, négro c’est la manip’
Négro c’est la manip’, négro c’est la manip’

[Couplet 3 : Slim C]
J’préfère caner riche
Plutôt qu’vivre comme un clochard
Tous mes négros savent
Qu’les vrais jihadistes portent des costards
Maintenant ça va pop, vénère squad, c’est trop tard
Bitch on arrive en pimp
Car ils s’vantent comme tchoins sur les trottoirs
Rendez-vous dans 10 ans quand mon coffre sera full