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Zach Sherwin – Plush Pig Lyrics

Surely you jest
Man, you made that story up
This is purely BS.”
Well, I had my mom dig into my closet
And yes
She found that pig and sent it to me USPS! [Verse 2]
You went first
Unzip the mama
Open the womb up wide
And then
Pull out the first piggy
Wave it from side to side to side
And then
It’s the second and third piggy
You pull them out to the beat
And now that you’ve delivered the litter
You gotta snap ’em on the teats! Listen. Dig
Shush…. Hush. [Chorus]
Plush pig, plush plush piggy
Plush piggy-pig, plush plush piggy-piggy
Quiet. [Verse 2]
So, first, unzip the mama
Open the womb up wide
And then
Pull out the first piggy
Wave it from side to side to side
And then
It’s the second and third piggy
You pull them out to the beat
And now that you’ve delivered the litter
You gotta snap ’em on the teats! Attach the first piggy
Snap snap! Attach the first piggy
Snap snap! *oink*
Plush pig
[Interlude]
Now maybe you’re saying to yourself
“Zach, it seems highly unlikely that
Any parent would provide their child
With such a bizarre plaything.”
[Verse 3]
Well if you’re thinking
“Wait, no. You go
[Pre-Chorus]
Shake piggy piggy piggy
Shake piggy piggy! And then the next piggy
Snap snap snap! Shake piggy piggy piggy
Shake piggy piggy! Now get busy! You go
[Pre-Chorus]
Shake piggy piggy piggy
Shake piggy piggy
Shake piggy piggy piggy
Shake piggy piggy
Just get jiggy
It’s not tricky
Everybody’s ready to do the plush piggy! Do the plush piggy! And then the third piggy! And then the third piggy! Plush pig, plush plush piggy
Plush piggy-pig, plush plush piggy-piggy
Quiet. Listen. And then the next piggy
Snap snap snap! Her stomach had a zipper
And you could unzip it
And pull out three little piglets
Their mouths were metal snap fasteners
And the mother had snaps attached to her
And the little pigs had to nurse
So you could take a piglet triplet
And clip it to a niplet
And yeah sure thing
It taught me about birthing and nursing
But it’s disturbing in hindsight
‘Cause you get how you played with the swine, right? Not a mere boy
And guys, my pig was a really weird toy
This is ludicrous
But that plush pig had a uterus! Now get busy! Clip a little piggy to a metal pig titty! [Chorus]
Oh! Just get jiggy
Do the plush piggy! [Bridge]
You go snap! [Bridge]
You go snap! Dig
Shush…. Do the plush piggy! Hush. Plush pig
[Verse 1]
As a kid I had a plush pigger
I was little then, now I’m much bigger
I’m a grown-up.

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Beogradski Sindikat – Svim Srcem Lyrics

svim srcem! drugom
I zato smo za drzavu najstrasniji kriminal
Druzina sto nikad se ne prodaje za dinar
I ko hoce da nas skloni, moze slobodno da proba
Al? K?o za druga u nevolji, uvek tu? K?o za druga u nevolji, uvek tu? svim srcem! svim srcem! svim srcem! kojom moze da se zeza
Mnogo zilava je meta, nema pravog instrumenta
Posle batina i metka, ovdasnjih organa reda
Ostace ideja, pesma, da na njoj odrastu deca
Plameni inicijali prvog podzemnog brenda
Zapaljeni iskrom koja dosla je pravo iz herca
Probudjenih masa ceka ispred regrutnog centra
Masa istine je zedna, ukidanja tabu tema
Toga svaki ker se zenta, prevrce u snu i jeca
Jer kad ne bude nas vise, to ce biti samo smena! Svakog trena, kroz ceo trnovit put? svim srcem! BS
Svi k?o jedan, i u dobru i u zlu? Svakog trena, kroz ceo trnovit put? Svakog trena, kroz ceo trnovit put? svim srcem! Kad izgubila se nada, u blato volja kad je pala
Tada pod znak Sindikata braca zajedno su stala
Od tada nema vise nazad, svud se rasplamsala vatra
Kad pada lisce morala, mi za istinu smo jatak
Zato nemoj plakat draga kada padnu ova stabla
Zemlja spremna bice tada da niknu nova, mlada
Stigli smo, sve pred sobom cistimo, sindikat, nas ideal istina
Ovde izgledam k?o cudo prave vrednosti kad furam
Sve sto stekao sam trudom, sve podelio sam s? To sto na bini sada gledas nije cela santa leda
To je samo deo svega, vrh ledenog brega
Nasa stvar je mnogo veca, pitaj agente DB-a
Ko sve ceo koncert peva, kol?ko spremnih je na jedan
To se pouzdano ne zna, jer prepunila se sveska
Dosijea, manjak mesta, sluzba je odavno svesna
BS nije banda smesna, s? pajda
Trunka zdravog razuma u ludilu gresnog grada
Rezultate rada vidim cim zakoracim na asfalt
Vojska Sindikata sa svakim stihom jaca
Pa sad ceo grad peva poput horde navijaca
Refren:
BS se voli kao klub? svim srcem! svim srcem! Svi k?o jedan, i u dobru i u zlu? svim srcem! to vise nismo mi, to je ideal, to je borba
Refren:
BS se voli kao klub? Tu smo kao godisnja doba, kao nov dan koji donosi zora
Koju cekas sad sa mnom kao deo plemena moga
BS, jos jedna godina rodna, BS, jos jednom tu kao deo vasih zivota
Kao godina nova, povod za veselje
Novi Sindikat, ulice bruje sirom cele zemlje
Novi Sindikat i odjednom tebra zivot lep je
Ceo dgra pevusi krisom, zvizduce i hejter
Zato i ti sad uhvati korak sa armijom
Sto odlucno podzemlje predstavlja
Hodaj sa mnom, oseti ulice Beograda
Slusas zvuk povratka i slobodan letis iznad oblaka
I nisi jedini, tol?ko ljudi, kraj se ne vidi
Tol?ko ljudi nas prati, k?o je mog?o to da predvidi
Trenuci vredniji od svih materijalnih sranja
Klince skidamo s? Svi k?o jedan, i u dobru i u zlu? BS je legenda sto zivi
Udahne vazduh svakom pesmom koju snimi
Udahne zivot svakoj reci koju napise
BS inspirise i kad je najteze
Ovo je san koji ceo zivot snevam
Dok sa bine gledam masu kako nase pesme peva
Osecaju ljudi iskrenost, ovo je nase
Oni koji nas ne vole mogu samo da nas se plase
A i imaju cega, Sindikat nova stranica
Ekipa gladijatora oslobodila se lanaca
Domogli se oruzja, okuplja se armija
Sindikat treci album, Hanibal pred vratima! svim srcem! Granda k?o Drajzerova klince s?

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Eminem – Everything Lyrics

I told you ain’t no way to keep ’em quiet
With T.I. Back up in the private charter plane! [Spoken Outro]
Peace! Play this song
[Intro]
CD’s ain’t selling no more anyways man…
Look at SoundScan
I really don’t think it matters if…
[Chorus]
Everything I do is number one that makes you two
And that spells trouble for me and you
‘Cause that’s how beef starts between crews
And I don’t mind if I debut at number two
So why do you? Well, it’s not, if your little fickle minds would’ve caught on, but you didn’t
See, I don’t rap for the green, I mean, I ain’t greedy
But I also know what it’s like to be needy, and I will never
Go back to poverty, see, it ain’t easy to try to step
Away from entertainment, separate it from CDs
And everyday it just seems like we’re beefin’, even the media’s
Meat eaters, they gotta give you something to read
Or you won’t buy it, believe what you wanna believe
Let ’em feed to you the BS, P.S., peace to T.I
You gon be ‘aight and we out
[Chorus (fading)]
Everything I do is number one that makes you two
And that spells trouble for me and you
‘Cause that’s how beef starts between crews
And I don’t mind if I debut at number two
So why do you? Hold your head up on ’em! You know we gon’ get it crackin’ man! If we make money
And why can’t you be satisfied with what you do? just dropped an album now, go out and get that one
And I got a whole stable of artists who’s able and fully capable
Of holdin’ a label ’til I figure out when I’m ready to drop
Or maybe not, Shady, look how hot you were on top
You were pop, you were so popular, now you’re not
You’re all washed up entrepreneur, how’s it possible? [Verse]
It’s like our legacy’s pregnant, we’re planting eggs every record
They’re beggin’ me to release a CD every other second
But don’t expect it, ’cause every time I get hit with that question
I just deflect it, get Cashis or 50’s record and check it
And Buck is out like get these motherfuckers out ‘fore I smack ’em
Plus T.I. We gon’ touchdown! We gon’ touchdown! If we make money
And why can’t you be satisfied with what you do? You know how we do what we gonna do
When we do it and we don’t give a fuck what you’re doin’
We gon’ touchdown! and Shady, baby, they gon’ make a bigger riot
When we touchdown!

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Kirko Bangz – Same Time (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Same time, same same
Kissing at the same
Same time, two bitches at the same time

[Verse 1: Kirko Bangz]
Red bottom bitch
Baby poppin’ shit
They know that I’m rich
I’m tryna fuck the clique
Girl don’t play no games
You know just what you came to
Heard they with this shit
So fuck it, let me bring my main too

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
She don’t play no games, no she don’t BS
Ain’t gotta be my main, said she coming with her friends
Said they both gon’ drop it, ooh yeah, on the chandelier
This what happen when a nigga keep it real
I told them both the truth, (yeah) pull up at the same time
I’ma need both of you to pull up at the same time
Ain’t no rules, i need two, double trouble
Tongue kissing at the same time
Yeah, she love love love love it (ooh)
Kissing at the same time
Yeah, she love love love love it
Yeah this a double date night
She love love love love it, yeah (woo)
Kissing at the same time
The same time, two bitches at the same time

[Verse 2: Kirko Bangz]
I can’t do just uno, I need least a duo
Tell your friend to bring two friends
And tell her bring bout’ two more
I’ma beat the shit up like judo
I’ma dog with the pussy like kujo
She said she was squating
Ol’ girl got that ass on sumo
I’m on a pill right now, wanna see you start across her face
That’s how I feel right now, kissing and tell me how it taste
Lets keep it trill right now
I’m tryna fuck ’cause I called up her
I need a plus, one ain’t enough, woo

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
She don’t play no games, no she don’t BS
Ain’t gotta be my main, said she coming with her friends
Said they both gon’ drop it, ooh yeah, on the chandelier
This what happen when a nigga keep it real
I told them both the truth, (yeah) pull up at the same imt
I’ma need both of you to pull up at the same time
Ain’t no rules, i need two, double trouble
Tongue kissing at the same time
Yeah, she love love love love it (ooh)
Kissing at the same time
Yeah, she love love love love it
Yeah this a double date night
She love love love love it, yeah (woo)
Kissing at the same time
The same time, two bitches at the same time

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Ring, ring, she calling me, you know I pick up
Baby, got two phones, that’s the hotline, yeah
Said she with her friends and her friends down to play too
Uber on the way, about 9

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
She don’t play no games, no she don’t BS
Ain’t gotta be my main, said she coming with her friends
Said they both gon’ drop it, ooh yeah, on the chandelier
This what happen when a nigga keep it real
I told them both the truth, (yeah) pull up at the same imt
I’ma need both of you to pull up at the same time
Ain’t no rules, i need two, double trouble
Tongue kissing at the same time
Yeah, she love love love love it (ooh)
Kissing at the same time
Yeah, she love love love love it
Yeah this a double date night
She love love love love it, yeah (woo)
Kissing at the same time
The same time, two bitches at the same time

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Big Sean & Metro Boomin Previews “Double or Nothing” Album

Big Sean and Metro Boomin gave fans a preview of their new joint album “Double or Nothing,” due tomorrow night.

The project is one of the most highly anticipated rap albums this month, with Eminem and Lil Wayne all set to drop bodies of work in December. We first learned about Double or Nothing last month when Big Sean and Boomin abruptly announced the project on Twitter. Things are moving by quickly because a week after announcing the joint album, the two rappers announced that it’s coming on Thursday of this week.

Now we have a preview of what coming tomorrow. Metro Boomin posted a one-minute clip on Twitter on Wednesday showing himself and Big Sean riding in the backseat of a car while the G.O.O.D. Music MC rhyme over a dark beat. “I’m takin’ out anyone in my way / I’m not playing with you b*tch this not the WNBA / I’m a real-life star so you know I need my space,” BS raps. At the end of the clip, you can see the words “Not a music video” flashes on the screen.

Watch Big Sean lay down some bars below.

12.8.17 ?? pic.twitter.com/ahsRCh3axT

— Metro Boomin (@MetroBoomin) December 6, 2017

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Watch Big Sean and Jhene Aiko Performs “Moments” On Jimmy Fallon

A day after debuting a giant tattoo of Big Sean, Jhene Aiko joins her man on “The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon” to perform moments.

Jhene Aiko kicked off the performance with her soothing voice before she was joined by Big Sean on stage. The two love birds has great chemistry on stage while the live band provides a soothing instrumental. The R&b singer sings about wanting her man to cure her heartbreaks from her past while the G.O.O.D. Music rapper raps about wanting his girl to help cope with his stress.

Aiko and Big Sean are currently working on the follow-up to their debut album as a duet “Twenty88.” That new project will arrive sometime in the near future. Yesterday, the “Trip” singer shocked the hip hop community when she posted a photo of a giant tattoo she got of a portrait of Big Sean. She got roasted on Twitter for it, but she could care less. Aiko also finalized her divorce from producer Dot Da Genius last week. The couple were married for a little less than a year before BS swoop in and took her for himself.

Watch their performed of their collaborative single “Moments” below.

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Moving hectic – Slips & Slurs feat. Harry Shotta lyrics

Lyrics Slips – Moving hectic

Just when you think you’ve given all you could, they want some more
Constantly combating conversations with connoisseurs
Cognac on deck, I’m on a night shift like the commodores.(moving hectic)

64 system outdated, so give this don applause.

Them man are dinosaurs, they ain’t dictating my future
I love the game, but everybody be rapping like Future
Medusa mind state, I turn you to stone when a shoot a
that’ll make you disperse the student turned into the tutor.

Long time ago, but they don’t wanna respect it
Don’t wanna acknowledge the power shift
Ego they protect it
But I will flow like electric, I’m gonna set this off
No apology, I move metric
Them mans still moving imperial
Yo, my tekkers are moving hectic.

Myyyy tekkers are moving hectic
Mmmmoving hectic.(x2)

Now everybody wanna talk about the top four
I’m not no number, but I know I be the top draw
And certain breddas just be lying to themselves
So I’m airplane mode out cotching on the top floor.

No competition, competition is none
My composition no comparison, reverse ah red rum
The understated victor, stand alone I stand on my ones
My tekkers be the hardest and my best is still yet to come
It’s mad.

Myyy tekkers are moving hectic
Mmmoving hectic. (x2)

Overrated artists living off the hype
They got no longevity in the game, they got no stripes
No longer social in person, they live in social media
So social skills are not working, because they live for likes.

It’s all a make-believe world, but they love living in a bubble
They stay scrolling and reading all the BS you type
Just for attention, a couple shares or a mention
It’s meaningless, but it’s like nobody wanna deal with real life.

I spit that real life, say what’s on my mind
I will not pander to the climate of the deaf dumb and blind
Never dumbing down my bars, only realness in the lines
You will only hear the honestly and passion in my rhymes.

I’m staying connected, cause I perfected
My art form, the show I directed
Calm and collected, rated; respected
Stayed on course and never deflected.

I flow like electric, I’m gonna set this off
No apology, I move metric versuri-lyrics.info
Them mans are still moving imperial
Yo, my tekkers are moving hectic.

Myyy tekkers are moving hectic
Mmmmoving hecticcc. (x2)
Slips lyrics
Video hectic

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Did Masicka Called Cops After Confronted By Aidonia ?

Masicka and Corey Todd reportedly called cops on Aidonia following a heated confrontation at a Reggae Sumfest rehearsal.

There are a lot of conflicting reports about the alleged incident with some folks on social media saying that Aidonia group was the one who had to call cops for protection after Masicka and Corey Todd confronted them. Sources inside 4thGenna told Dancehallhiphop.com that Aidonia and his crew turn up for rehearsal and saw Masicka in the middle of his rehearsal. The Genahsyde deejay was reportedly rehearsing a diss record and someone from the 4thGenna crew walked in.

“Them man deh only bad in a song because when we see them in person them a tremble like leaf,” sources said. “When we arrive for rehearsal him (Masicka) did a perform a song him claim say is a diss but then him stop when we walk in. We never affi say nothing them just stop and then somebody from Downsound ask we fi wait outside and all police come and them thing deh.”

Masicka people are calling the story BS saying it’s the other way around. We’re told that Masicka was rehearsing and was performing a diss track when when Aidonia arrived and he didn’t stopped. His people are now saying that Aidonia camp was the ones who called the cops on them.

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Litron – La Fouine paroles

Paroles La Fouine – Litron

Te rafaler pour de la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litron, Khaliss, litron
Khaliss, litron (Paw, paw, paw)
Te rafaler pour de la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litron, Khaliss, litron
Khaliss, litron (Paw, paw, paw).

Hmm, défilé Versace, Madame j’vais prendre celle-ci
J’suis assis à côté de Kanye et sa pute me suce aussi
Il m’offre une nouvelle paire d’Yeezy et j’danse la kizomba, la kizomba
J’ouvre des bouteilles de champagne, j’pense au salaire qu’ils n’ont pas, non qu’ils n’ont pas
J’suis dans mon new penthouse, vue sur Key Largo, ouais Key Largo
Négro, donne-moi mon dû ou on te tire dessus comme à Chicago
Ta chienne m’envoie un texto, donc je lui envoie un D.M
Elle m’a sucé dans ma Merco, et j’l’ai fourée dans ta BM
Un million point dans mon bando, t’as pas de quoi t’acheter du pento
Givenchy, Dior et Chanel, j’sais pas pé-cho lequel, j’crois que j’vais tous les prendre, gros
Un million point dans mon bando, toi t’as perdu ton ticket resto
Givenchy, Dior et Chanel, j’sais pé-cho lequel, j’crois que j’vais tous les prendre, gros.

Te rafaler pour la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litron, Khaliss, litron versuri-lyrics.info
Khaliss, litron (Paw, paw, paw)
Te rafaler pour de la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litron, Khaliss, litron
Khaliss, litron (Paw, paw, paw).

Détail, détail, détail, c’pas pour moi, moi j’parle en gros
Charbonne, charbonne, heureux, quand les tits-peu signent en pro
Mes Valentinos sur le parquet posés au Front Row
Avec leurs frigos vides, non j’crois qu’ces rappeurs en font trop
Sucer, sucer, sucer, ‘savent que sucer la relève
Ils peura-peura-peura avec du me-sper sur les lèvres
Si t’es en chien khoya, ouais parle sur moi ça te fera un buzz
Pour moi une Mercedes c’est comme une voiture tamponneuse
Confonds pas avec ces putes, ils ont la carte américaine
Appart’ aux States, mais j’ai la carte nationale marocaine
Parquet, parquet, parquet, comment t’évites les longs peines
Normal qu’tu t’mettes à table, regarde les casseroles que tu traînes.

Te rafaler pour la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litrooon, Khaliss, litrooon
Khaliss, litrooon (Paw, paw, paw)
Te rafaler pour de la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litrooon, Khaliss, litrooon
Khaliss, litrooon (Paw, paw, paw).

T’as des appart’ que quand tu joues au Monopoly
J’ai pris le flow tah Jumpman, on sait nique ta mère aussi
Dépense, dépense, dépense ma belle, ne m’dis pas le prix
On passe la nuit debout quand l’gouvernement s’assoupit
Marqué par la vie, kho j’ai l’flow tah Mississippi
Si t’as poucave tes khos, viens pas faire ta baltringue ici
C’est vrai khoya la frappe est molle mais nous on s’endurcit.
BS, BS, BS, Banlieue Sale, Makaveli

BS, BS, BS, Banlieue Sale, Makaveli
BS, BS, BS, Banlieue Sale, Makaveli
BS, BS, BS, Banlieue Sale, Makaveli
BS, BS, BS, Banlieue Sale, Makaveliii.
La Fouine paroles
Video La Fouine

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Papoose – Back On My Bullshit (feat. Fat Joe & Jaquae)

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo’
Ran down on them and told them niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions; I told ’em "I don’t know,"
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and told them "adios!"
Brought my money up, I’m looking like King Jaffe Jo’
I ain’t make "Panda," but I’ve been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I’m quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y’all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I’m packing the pool stick
Mad ’cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I’m faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I’ll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I’m grabbin’ the [?]
Back with the movement, it’s a fact you a true bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you’d rather defuse it, your head, I’ll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I’m Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders were hit in the genitals [?]

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
On my BS, we platium Day’s and diamond Jesus
Had some rumors they killing ’em, that’s an understate’
Same nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I ain’t got a view
And all my bitches is loyal, they got a debt or two
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could’ve bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sent you, tell your niggas what the gun do
.45’ll miss, the AK’ll hit
Everybody lit ’til they laying in shit!
Your love is a 187
I’ve been killing ’em softly, get in niggas’ apartments!

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Outro: Fat Joe (Jaquae)]
(Jaquae! Jaquae!)
Coka the Don
Double P!
(Papoose, Pa-poose!)

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Back on my bullshit – Papoose lyrics

Lyrics Papoose – Back on my bullshit

Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo’
Ran down on them and told them niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions; I told ’em “I don’t know,”
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and told them “adios!”
Brought my money up, I’m looking like King Jaffe Jo’
I ain’t make “Panda,” but I’ve been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I’m quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y’all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I’m packing the pool stick
Mad ’cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I’m faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I’ll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I’m grabbin’ the ..
Back with the movement, it’s a fact you a true b*tch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you’d rather defuse it, your head, I’ll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I’m Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders were hit in the genitals ..

Let’s ..
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

On my BS, we platium Day’s and diamond Jesus
Had some rumors they killing ’em, that’s an understate’
Same nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I ain’t got a view
And all my b*tches is loyal, they got a debt or two
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could’ve bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sent you, tell your niggas what the gun do
.45’ll miss, the AK’ll hit
Everybody lit ’til they laying in shit!
Your love is a 187
I’ve been killing ’em softly, get in niggas’ apartments!

Let’s ..
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Heyyy!
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Kaleb Mitchell – 18 letras

[Verse 1]
10 years in, how you tryna lil’ bro me?
I ain’t [?] the one, but I ain’t the one and only
[?], with the molasses
You pose for the ‘gram, I’m tryna compose classics
They be in the mall tryna get a girl number
I be in the studio tryna kill ’em all Summer
We are not the same, I’m a different type of animal
I been up for days, gotta bunch of [?] stamina
I don’t need the Mary, I’m already elevated
Dressin’ like a thug but I’m hella educated
Readin’ at a college level in the fifth grade
Coulda went AP, well, um, hey
What you’re lookin’ at is young David in the flesh
They done messed around and let me get up off the bench
They thinkin’ it’s a given that Goliath gon’ be winnin’
But I ain’t lettin’ up, this is full court press

[Hook]
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down, yeah

[Verse 2]
[?] and poetry, the potent production
I was the one that they said would be nothin’
I was the one that they said would be nothin’
I’ma be greater, it ain’t up for discussion
Pockets is empty, I’m feelin’ the hunger
I think it’s time that I run up the numbers
This ain’t a game, this as real as it gets
If I do it I’ma be the best, ya
I’ma buy my momma a house
I don’t care what none of you say
Everything I want I’ma have
I won’t let ’em get in the way
I remember when I used to hit you up
And I would never get replies
Got it poppin’, now you really friendly with me
Dawg, I see through the disguise

[Hook]
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down, yeah

[Verse 3]
I been overlooked and underestimated for too long
I’m the rapper that your favorite rapper probably stealin’ from
Teachers said I would be nothin’
Hmm, I bet I prove her wrong
Don’t be mad because your children know the words to every song
Everyboy lookin’ thirsty, they do anything for likes
Take a selfie, all a sudden you a model overnight
I don’t care about what’s trending, I don’t feed into the hype
Man, I think it’s ’bout that time to bring the BS to the light
Used to hang my head low, now I’m pokin’ out my chest
I don’t really do this often, please excuse me while I flex
Back in 1998, momma gave birth to a legend
Told ’em that I gotta get it, now I came back for my seconds
I’m tired of sparin’ they feelings, it’s waste of my energy
They callin’ me fam, but really ain’t none of ’em kin to me
I don’t trust anybody, man, I don’t know your intentions
No, you cannot get a retweet, a like, not even a mention
Get out my face

[Outro]
This the part where I just hit the kill switch
I got hella problems that I’m tryna deal with
If you feel offended, sorry for the realness
Spit it so hard that an amputee can feel this
18, guess it’s time to become the man now
You can stay seated homie, I’ma stand out
Live and direct from the 973
This ain’t rappin’ this committin’
Homicide over beats, call 911!
I don’t plan on stoppin’ no time soon
Everybody claimin’ that they got the wave
But what’s a wave to a freakin’ typhoon?
They say when you independent you end up burnin’ all your pennies the harder way
Somebody tell these jokers that I didn’t come this far to go sign it all away

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Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Loyal To The Soil (feat. Lil Wayne) (The Letter O Album) letras

[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
That money stack tall but only partially my focus
So compassionate, struggle hard for me to cope with
Do a lot for others, not for credit or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we’re in, yeah it’s royal
Crabs in the barrel, wrapped up in foil
Kids grow up scars that are rubbed now with oil
And life done changed a bit but I can’t grow apart
For those in my position that don’t feel me, grow a heart
I grew up round love but we had a slower start
Hooping on the tree and fighting at the park
Luckily we had guidance, we was more blessed than others
We was the deepest family, nobody had more cousins
The street lights would flicker everybody running no huddle
Cause if you didn’t make it everybody got in trouble

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.LA.]
I won’t let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angels behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain’t get high and I ain’t sell dope
People ask "why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope
Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, chin to the clouds, all 10 on solid ground
Sipping purple Whitney Houston, never touch the Bobby Brown
When it comes to the crown, I done dreadlocked it down
Rest in peace my daddy Rabbit, he in Heaven hopping ’round
I been outchea on the grind, I want mine on time
Keep it a hundred, not even 99.9
It’s Lil Tunechi the best rapper alive
I rep five, invite your girl to my suite at the Loews, she left high
Oh my in a double R, I’m re-ready to die
My pockets fat as Precious but what’s more precious than time
Cause life is too short, I got that from Too $hort
Couldn’t ball, I was too short
But rich, like I play two sports
Flag red like scarlet
Keep my head in my wallet
Leave the BS in the toilet
Leave the BS on the Charmin
With TF on my garments
I wear Trukfit like Ralph Lauren
And I’m loyal to my soil
Straight from hell, I mean New Orleans
Tunechi

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I won’t let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angels behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain’t get high and I ain’t sell dope
People ask "why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope
Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke

[Verse 3: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
They said you wanna make it so here’s the keys to survival
Get you a work ethic, go about it maniacal
Carry your family, all the great ones on that Mariah flow
Come to the neighborhood, show a kid to throw a spiral
All about your time, that’s the best thing to give
A message from the distance hardly ever stay in ear
Gotta keep a presence even with your relatives
Cause we all carry gifts like Santa and the deers
I come through with no security
I grew up in the slums ain’t no fear in me
Now the lames come and go and no forgetting me
They in love with the life and I don’t know Billie Jean
Look at my demeanor, see loyalty in my background
Love me cause I’m solid, not because I became a cash cow
Tryna make jobs for younglings, that’s on the ave now
That’s why I can’t have a barbecue and don’t have a pat down

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I won’t let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angles behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain’t get high and I ain’t sell dope
People ask "why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope
Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke