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Headie One – Kettle Water Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fried down Fire In The Booth with Charlie, it was just fire in the T with Charlie
Had to tell the fiend, “shh, stay silent” cah every noise at the door it alarms me
Can’t go through normal charges, either the grub lookin’ at me like part me
Until I’m suttin’ tryna off this green, no cutter do the hustle all in my archies
Done bagged up so much crack, I think I got it all in my arteries
Still go spend this prof’ on waps, aim it straight, treat it like archery
I ain’t ever done grime and grind, still do it daily like Post
I’m whippin’ that bowl, kill it in O, that’s why the govs said significant role
[Chours]
Nearly f**ked up this whip, too much kettle water
Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered
Fifty six days in the T house, didn’t get boom, that’s torture
Even the jakes know that’s out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
You know all the shit that I’ve gone through, now my bezzle watered
Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now what’s your order? [Verse 2]
Spent fourteen hours in the T, baggin’ the same grub for a different phones
There’s bread to break for me and bro, he ain’t gotta break bread from a different loaf
I got both opp blocks under pressure, same way I took the presser and did it with both
I’m tryna put a opp boy on a stretcher, talkin’ bout stretchin’, man did it with coke
Bruck down dinger or moped, I got the .38 spins, bro cloned it
Two spin tings deep, we’re rollin’, step and make the whole estate take notice
I was sittin’ in the T with cokeheads, shottin’ to Jenny from the block, not Lopez
This white and brown like my OT line, always left the green last like gold does
[Chours]
Nearly f**ked up this whip, too much kettle water
Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered
Fifty six days in the T house, didn’t get boom, that’s torture
Even the jakes know that’s out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
You know all the shit that I’ve gone through, now my bezzle watered
Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now what’s your order? [Chours]
Nearly f**ked up this whip, too much kettle water
Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered
Fifty six days in the T house, didn’t get boom, that’s torture
Even the jakes know that’s out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
You know all the shit that I’ve gone through, now my bezzle watered
Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now what’s your order?

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Drakeo The Ruler – It’s Regular Lyrics

Big Banc Uchie
They heard I’m from the slammers
Niggas wanted me to thunder so I had to bring Durant
Now Mels gotta go to school
‘Cause he got caught up with the tool
He was tryna get a grant
Serving niggas at my shows, it’s time to let these niggas know
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Understand this is regular
Spent six hundred on juice
And eight hundred on shoes, right here because it’s regular
I give some hundreds to my goons
And they’ll put you on the news right now because it’s regular
I know I think I sound cool, but if you walk up in my shoes
You’d understand that it’s regular
Shit, the shit these niggas understand
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Like, understand this is regular
[Verse 3: Royce the Choice]
It’s by choice, not forced
Send him a clip for the torch
Hell nah, this shit ain’t regular
I see the seal cracked off
Well nigga sell it to me half off
If not don’t hit the cellular
They gon’ want to rob you, hear that money right
Eight feet kicking off your chin, you don’t want to fight
I’m freestyling on a limb, I ain’t want to write
I would’ve kept the OT tax but he ain’t wanna fly
Regular, MPG, I spill eight zips
Strip club day trips, this is every day shit
These f**king Maisons hit the pedal of a spaceship
Mixtape dropping nigga, can’t rush greatness
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Understand this is regular
Spent six hundred on juice
And eight hundred on shoes, right here because it’s regular
I give some hundreds to my goons
And they’ll put you on the news right now because it’s regular
I know I think I sound cool, but if you walk up in my shoes
You’d understand that it’s regular
Shit, the shit these niggas understand
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Like, like [Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
You see it nigga, you see the forty nigga
You see the HD forty nigga, you see the beam nigga
You see the hundreds nigga, you see the juice nigga
It’s regular
Shit nigga, probably some regular shit like
All the new blocks, pour it up with me, they pourin’ fours
Percs and bloods, shit is regular nigga like
Shit, shit is crazy like, nigga like pop some regular
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Understand this is regular
Spent six hundred on juice
And eight hundred on shoes, right here because it’s regular
I give some hundreds to my goons
And they’ll put you on the news right now because it’s regular
I know I think I sound cool, but if you walk up in my shoes
You’d understand that it’s regular
Church nigga you don’t understand
[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Understand this is regular
Okay you bought a new coupe
My niggas just crashed two
Understand this is regular
I spilled a pint up on my shoes
And then I wiped it off with tools
The chinks know that it’s regular
Niggas say they pouring juice
That’s a twenty in a deuce
My fam know that it’s regular
You really want it with the dude
It’s really what you wanna do
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Understand this is regular
Spent six hundred on juice
And eight hundred on shoes, right here because it’s regular
I give some hundreds to my goons
And they’ll put you on the news right now because it’s regular
I know I think I sound cool, but if you walk up in my shoes
You’d understand that it’s regular
Shit, the shit these niggas understand
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Like, understand this is regular
[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
I’m back at it again, you see me smacking on your friends
Mr.

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Cadell – Fair & Square Lyrics (feat. Wiley)

[Chorus: Wiley] [x2]
You might hear us on the radio, here and there
Need a new passport, wear and tear
When I see the fans, they glare and stare
So we gotta show love, fair and square
Them man are talkers, we ain’t gotta care
Style’s too sick, that’s why you see us here
With the E3 flag up high in the air
Kill it all year, fair and square
[Verse 1: Cadell]
Been in the music and the road as a kid
My mum said I can’t do both, but I did
Wanted a load so I showed them a bit
Saw me before, so I showed them a vid
Man want money, so I showed them a quid
Put man on the path, showed man how to flip
Truth is, I ain’t really known in the bits
But you hear my tune and you know who it is
Mr Official, you know the govs
Talk to enemies? Then you can’t roll with us
My name stays banging, I ain’t gotta hold a buzz
I terrorize the states on a lonely, cuz
I’m still waiting for a threat to the throne
Lit up a head just to hold me up
And don’t let me hear that there’s food in the bag
I’ll take out a Z like you owe me one
[Chorus: Wiley] [x2]
You might hear us on the radio, here and there
Need a new passport, wear and tear
When I see the fans, they glare and stare
So we gotta show love, fair and square
Them man are talkers, we ain’t gotta care
Style’s too sick, that’s why you see us here
With the E3 flag up high in the air
Kill it all year, fair and square
[Verse 2: Cadell]
And me, I still ride with it, I ride with it, ride with it
Wanna blow but I still ride with it
There’s no point hiding it, and me
I ain’t got a point to prove, don, I still liven it
I coulda’ got nine with it, and I know a lot about the law
But I don’t abide with it, they could never prepare for my living
I don’t care what the doctor found in him
Biz told me to think of my future
So now I’m in OT with the wife chilling
And if Sus don’t feel him, Grimez don’t feel him
No chance of signing him
Grime went dead so I swung by Villain
Hollered at Aks, it was already there, didn’t bring it back
I’ll say it fair and square
Man flex so much but don’t go nowhere
[Chorus: Wiley] [x2]
You might hear us on the radio, here and there
Need a new passport, wear and tear
When I see the fans, they glare and stare
So we gotta show love, fair and square
Them man are talkers, we ain’t gotta care
Style’s too sick, that’s why you see us here
With the E3 flag up high in the air
Kill it all year, fair and square
[Verse 3: Wiley]
I travel light, no baggage, I’m sick of it
Spit bars, make beats for the kick of it
And I get a vibe from the lemon haze
When the lemon’s blazing, the brain starts triggering
Words start flying and the birth of the first line
Leads to the second line
Third line’s gotta be a better line
Faith in the place when I’m setting mine
Them spitters better get in line
Man are really out here, no doubt here, I’m about here
Know everybody and anybody with clout here
Niggas in the north and the south here
Niggas in the east and the west, we know what it’s about here
What? The rat race, dog and the cat chase
This place, that place, humans, this race, that race
Don’t watch this face, that face
We run rings round spitters in the trap race

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Cadell – No Hook (Outro) Lyrics

Then I’m seeing ya
Plus, we just got that hooptie
To make my situation easier
No more beefing me on diss tracks
Got too many youngers out on dispatch
Got too much responsibility
Niggas try belittle me? Because that ain’t nuttin’ to us
So, when I catch you stuck in the mud
You better not run in the pub
You better stand your ground
Go and make sure the A-team’s blessed
Roman Road, this ain’t outward-bound
They think I ain’t about it
Because I only move for like a thousand pounds
Soon, I’m gonna go town-by-town and clean up
You can never doubt my sound
I’ve been up the table, said “f**k the labels”
But I need money now
And I never call for a meeting on a sweet ting
I turn up unannounced
I ain’t gotta call these guys washed up
‘Cause they know that the YGs run ’em out
f**k your name, my name was bigger than yours
When I never had nuttin’ out
So many TECs in the crib
You’d think I have corn in the morning
CID with the warrant
I won’t let you perform it
You can take that weed, that’s boring
Officer, I’ve got mula calling
I can’t bring that jawn in when I’m performing
So I’d rather go touring
OT living, get in the car
Where we hit and you’re just a boss
That sneak-dissing got you a scar
Let me ching him, I was like “nah”
Told bro “you’re securing the bag”
So now we’re back, smoking back at the yard
Niggas sneak-dissing, thinking they’re hard
I bet you ain’t got no money on your card
I bet you ain’t got no respect in the streets
I bet you ain’t ready to die for your dargs
Me and my niggas are playing for keeps
You and your niggas are playing charades
You cannot go to the shop for these sweets
And you cannot go to the jail for these bars
Doing the drum, we ain’t making a beat
We’re looking for money and [?]
f**king that pussy, it put me to sleep
Felt like a baby, I slept in her arms
Put this shit out, I don’t want it to leak
Show these bitches I’m a nigga with charm
Wind the [?] up and spin her a yarn, ayy
Bussing a nut, then I’m garn, ayy
Told me to stay out the streets
I told her I’m calm
Look, when the lights are out and nobody is safe
I can’t see dem man about
When I’m riding about, no face, no case
I can’t see dem man about
When I’m bussing a bottle of champs in this rave
I can’t see dem man about
So I don’t know why dem man are acting brave
I don’t see dem man about
But when you see man about
More time, I laugh and get lemon out
If you join the crew, you ain’t getting out
And you’ve heard of me because I get about You know that I can’t risk that
No time for idle chit-chat
Disrespect my family
And you know we’re taking no shit chat
And, yeah, you can pay for your shit back
But just in case you don’t
We’re taking teeth that we won’t give back
This summer, I’m shutting down
And, yeah, I might slow it down
But, no, I won’t dumb it down
And this winter, I’m f**king it up
You thought last year was good? No more beef on social media
Any more problems?

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Ashton – Fortune Lyrics

Intro:
Yo dF you make this shit? Air f**king Canada
No way they can handle us
Hook:
Low riding for sure
You know how it goes
It’s been this way since they tried to take a niggas soul
Im bouncing back
Thuggin indoors
I’m out for the fortune
The future is gorgeous
They’re holding me back
Verse 2:
Do what it do two in a week
Chasing a cheque two on my feet
Product in the air smelling weed
Spray Prada in the air before I leave
Link with my bro’s the ones that’s for life
The ones I’m telling you I link in the night
OT got to cover the basis
It’s all Vs feeling Vengeful and dangerous
Low riding like I’m slow banging in the H
Grown man Front Cover GQ how I’m still not getting paged? Head honcho in this bitch
Hook:
Low riding for sure
You know how it goes
It’s been this way since they tried to take a niggas soul
Im bouncing back
Thuggin indoors
I’m out for the fortune
The future is gorgeous
They’re holding me back
Verse 1:
Not today to be exact
I don’t listen to the jibber jabber man I’m only sticking to the facts
Who the one sticking to the side lines
Who’s the one that’s not attached
Who’s the one that fell back 100 times
Man who the one to slide through like Michael Jack and Dance on this bitch
All this shit that I manifest
All this carry all the torch talk but can barely keep the candle lit
I do the deed yet they big daddy on some mother f**king Adam Sandler shit
But for me it’s bread, bread, in between some bread how I take my sandwiches
I ain’t taking no ones shit
I know they’ll feel me like the Fresh Prince
Same birthday as Vince
Get it jumping in this bitch
Yeah the number 26
Mr. The answer is what these niggas think but their always too afraid
They can’t say it to my face
Hook:
Low riding for sure
You know how it goes
It’s been this way since they tried to take a niggas soul
Im bouncing back
Thuggin indoors
I’m out for the fortune
The future is gorgeous
They’re holding me back
Outro:
All this shit that I manifest
All this shit that I manifest
All this shit that I manife-

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Black Eyed Peas – Wings lyrics

When I saw you in my dream
You wore the crown, you were my king
I hope you know you are my everything (everything, everything)
You are the wind under my wings
I’m in the clouds, you take me high (high, high, high, high, high)
You make me float, you make me fly (fly, fly, fly, fly, fly)
I hope you know you are my paradise (paradise)

[Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
And this is how it sounds when I’m walking on the sky
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Boy this love is like a dream
You are the wind under my wings

[Verse 1: will.i.am & Nicole Scherzinger]
Hey bae, you know you got me
OD when I rock your body all night (yeah)
Over time girl, we go OT
You love my D-I-C what you like? (yeah)
Double tap when I saw you on site
You put me in a spell, check you’re my type (yeah)
You’re the kinda chick that I like (yeah)
You’re the kinda chick that I like (yeah)
Hey bae, come tease me, please me
I make you my side piece and my wife (yeah)
Freakin’, then take it easy
Hop in my cockpit, we gon’ take flight (yeah)
When I go down you in paradise
Feelin’ that trill o’ high, so don’t be ‘fraid of heights

[Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
And this is how it sounds when I’m walking on the sky
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Boy this love is like a dream
You are the wind under my wings

[Verse 2: apl.de.ap & Nicole Scherzinger]
Hey bae, you got what I need
I like it when you on me all day (yeah)
Hey bae, I’m planting my seed
Then 39 weeks, she’ll have my baby (what?)
Lately I’ve been thinking ‘bout baby name
But maybe I’m crazy (yeah)
Let’s take it slow, like John Legend’s set (yeah)
Let’s take it slow like John Legend’s set (yeah)
Me and you could take a time
Watch the years and days and hours pass by (yeah)
Hey bae, you got the hourglass type sh**
That’ll make me say “my oh my” (yeah)
Hey bae I love the way you sound
So when we be gettin’ down, you make me feel high

[Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
And this is how it sounds when I’m walking on the sky
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Boy this love is like a dream
You are the wind under my wings

[Bridge: sample]
Bring that beat back, bring that beat back
Bring that beat back, bring that beat back
Y’all wanna hear that beat, right?
Two, two, three, four, hit it!

[Verse 3: will.i.am]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, imma let the beat rock
Check it out, [?]
This is my move
I like how you move
You like how I put my needle in you (move)
I take your blues away with this tune that I wrote just for you (move)
We up in that bed, your head’s in ‘dem clouds when I enter you (ooh)
When I enter you (ooh)
When I enter you (move)
Imagine me loving you passionly, making your fantasies true (move)
Imagine me killing the pun-, love fagality, ooh (move)
Imagine us, pictures fabulous, when I zoom in on you (ooh)
When I zoom in, zoom in on you (ooh)
When I zoom in, zoom in on you (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
When I saw you in my dream
You wore the crown, you were my king
I hope you know you are my everything
You are the wind under my wings
I’m in the clouds, you take me high
You make me float, you make me fly
I hope you know you are my paradise

[Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
And this is how it sounds when I’m walking on the sky

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Lil Wayne – What About Me Lyrics

[Intro]
If you saw me, would you understand?
That I can’t stand you with another man
I see you happy where your life is at
I see you smile I can’t live with that

[Hook]
Cause what about me (yeah)
I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl, what about me?
I shut down my life for you
Now you run around with him, and him, and him
How you do that
How you act like I never held you every night and now you never call back, please
Girl, girl, what about me?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tell me do you ever think about it
Those lonely nights when you bout lost it
The only time that you would call
Was just to tell me it’s my fault
I let you cry, I let you worry
I let you yell, I let you hurt me
I gave you everything you needed
And now you’re gone, gone, gone
Tell me, how you do that to me?

[Hook]
Girl what about me?
I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl what about me?
I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you’re worried bout him?
And him, and him, how you do that?
How you act like I never held you every night and now you never call back
Please, girl, girl what about me?
Girl, girl, girl what about me? Me?

[Verse 2: Sosaman]
Didn’t think about me
When I flying OT, I be up in them streets
You tellin’ me that you gon’ leave
Hittin’ my phone with the beep
Knock it out, baby, creep
Oh, cause I just wanna see you smile
Did none of them tears ain’t for you, baby
And they ain’t matchin’ yo style
I’m kickin’ it flav with yo sauce
I’m counting them lovers
I’m thinking bout you, and all of the things that we used to do
And all of this you went through
And girl I don’t want you with no other dude

[Hook]
Girl what about me?
I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl what about me?
I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you’re worried bout him?
And him, and him, how you do that?
How you act like I never held you every night and now you never call back
Please, girl, girl what about me?
Girl, girl, girl what about me? Me?

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Roy Woods – Innocence lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah
Is it me? Brr

[Verse 1]
Baby is it me that you’re asking for? is it me
Got a lotta weed, smoke all you want
Girl I’m back, for your ass, fine ass goin’ down
Took a long time to reply, that’s fine
It’s all good when I’m in, it’s all good
It’s all good when you’re out there boss
Ain’t no stress, no stress on my level
Girl I’ve been on the wave, that biddy ain’t on my level
Man I fucked a biddy, hit the pussy up, that’s it
Oh I stopped to go pick that up, that’s an interception
When I walk through, gyal ah pree, who they mention
Check my mentions on Twitter, I still get mentioned
Blow bounce like the hydraulics up in the bitch
I’ll still fuck the bitch, I’ll still ignore the bitch
Fuck her, slap her face, moaning, she say she like it
Turn you over, fuck you from the back, let ’em hear it
I’m a freak, I’m a dog
I might hurt you shorty
I was on Molly before I got to the party
When I come down, fuck a come down, Imma turn up
Catch a young nigga Woods with them shorties til the sun up
I’m still smoking on loud
Girl reach to the car for a second, make her cum four times in the hood
I’m a south side nigga
Make one call to my south side, nigga (one time)
Woah, what’s goin’ in the city, Suhville my nigga
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga (what’s good)
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga (what’s good)
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga yeah (what’s good)
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga (what’s good)

[Bridge]
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up

[Verse 2]
On road, everyday it’s a new ting
Who, who’s got a problem, who else want a ring
Everybody wanna shine, number one stunner
While we mob in the city, niggas robbin’ cos of hunger
Mama ain’t seein’ nothin’, she on the same shit
Young nigga don’t wanna keep eating the same dish
Lost in his mind for a bit
Gotta move on over, my girl turn bitch
Makes sense of this life again
They’re not involved in what I’ve been saying with ya’
Niggas need somethin’ to do, get the bigger picture
Before they starvin’, we gotta fix a widow
We were all lost together, so I step up with ya’
I’m in the 6 but I’m tryna’ get comfortable
My niggas told me that workin’ they nights late in studio
Same shit a year ago
Bitches is workin’ the telly, my niggas OT got the work around
What’d you mean she actin’ crazy?
Now what d’you mean niggas is trapped in the city?
Now what d’you mean niggas is packin’ up?
Seen all the fakes tryna’ get around
Salute real niggas, stay real nigga
True to your life, to yourself nigga
You only lie to yourself nigga, that is gon’ make me not fuck with ya’
I’m doin’ me, you do you nigga
No one else can see nothin’ too

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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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Snoop Dogg Ft. Chris Brown & OT Genesis – 3’s Company Lyrics


(Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown))
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherf**ker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherf**ker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Verse 2: O.T. Genasis)
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach ni**a, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a ni**a bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside ni**a, stand on my toes
Cisco ni**a, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any ni**a say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Verse 3: Chris Brown)
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

(Bridge: Chris Brown)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we walking (walking)
Play on player,(walking) play on player, play on player, play on player

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Bridge: Chris Brown)
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

(Chorus: Chris Brown)
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

(Refrain: Chris Brown)
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

(Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg))
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)

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KB – Hometeam (feat. Lecrae)

[Intro: KB]
Aye, one time for the hometeam
You know what I mean?
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Ride

[Chorus: Lecrae & KB]
I rep for the hometeam (rep it up)
Reppin’ the hometeam (rep it up)
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
You think you could hold me? (bump)
Reppin’ the hometeam (bump, bump)
Goin’ in OT
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (rep it up, rep it up)
You think you could hold me? (ride) (woo!)
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT (yeah)
Hometeam, hometeam (yeah), hometeam goin’ OT (woo!)
Hometeam, hometeam (yeah), hometeam goin’ OT (yeah)
Hometeam, hometeam (oh yeah), hometeam goin’ OT (ride)

[Verse 1: Lecrae]
Hometeam, hometeam, don’t know your team (don’t know ’em)
We been goin’ hard since ’03
Mic drop, Kobe
They can’t stop us, they can’t hold me (nah)
Don’t mistake me for the old me
This that new edition only
Bobby Brown my Tenderoni
Might just David your Goliath
Chopped the head off of a giant (ugh)
You ain’t messin’ with beginners, we in here to win it, ooh, I wish they’d try it
Yeah, I done took a few losses
Worked even harder in the offseason
Then I came back feelin’ awesome
Now watch me, I’m ’bout to boss up!
Beast mode in the back field, you know my team got the sauce
I look up to Jesus and Iverson
Ooh, that’s a mean double cross
My team got tunnel vision
Always see us win, win, win
Your team never showed up
Where y’all been, been, been?
Ride

[Chorus: Lecrae & KB]
[I rep for the hometeam (yeah)
Reppin’ the hometeam
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
You think you could hold me? (woo!)
Reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
Goin’ in OT
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
You think you could hold me? (ride) (woo!)
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT (yeah)
Hometeam, hometeam (yeah), hometeam goin’ OT (woo!)
Hometeam (hometeam), hometeam (yeah) (hometeam), hometeam goin’ OT (yeah)
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT(12730283)

[Verse 2: KB]
Yeah, so, you wanna bring war?
I got the, I got the faith
Saint Nicholas down in the Bay, they say I gotta sleigh
Say they wanna bring war
You gon’ need more light
You gon’ need more, yeah
You gon’ need more
You gon’ need to be more street lord
C4, police force, Marine Corp
Better bring forth your resource
Look at the report, no record, destroy your retort
It’s a breeze like a D.R. resort, like oh—
We are [?] and you ain’t never had our joy, on the come up
Cross ’em all up, dot on the T
Life gave us lemons, flick it in the Arnold Palmer
Porsches eloquent, horses pedallin’
Trunk in the front, call it elephant
Ain’t competitive, we want a white horse
With angels ahead of it reverin’
That’s what we like here
Team savage like we lighters
Can’t toy with the story, Gospel will buzz for lightyears
Can a brother flow this presidential wife here?
I feel I can’t lose
Nothing left to prove
Halle-Hallelu—
HGA reppin’ this thing like D.A
Simple fee day, fee day, VA
Rich mind in the grace, the grace
Squad won’t behave in the A
In the Father, been a teammate, teammate
Comin’ out your PA, be great, be great, Jesus

[Chorus: Lecrae & KB]
I rep for the hometeam (yeah)
Reppin’ the hometeam
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
You think you could hold me? (woo!)
Reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
Goin’ in OT
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
You think you could hold me? (woo!)
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT

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Trippie Redd – Bust Down

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, oh
Yeah! 14, 14, baby, yeah
Every time I bring them racks, baby
While we eatin’, spend that bag, the whole bag, baby, I

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, ayy I just got a new Porsche (I just got a new Porsche)
Rocket got a ‘Rari, that’s a new horse (that’s a mothafuckin’ new horse)
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Newport (smoke a nigga like a Newport)
Ayy, yeah, what’s your net worth? (yeah, what’s your net worth?)
Yeah, pussy boy, what’s your net worth? (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Diamonds ’round my neck like what my neck worth (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Yeah, bitch it’s bust down (bust down, bust down, ayy)

[Chorus]
My wrist is bust down, it’s bust down (bust down)
‘Bout to get my Apple Watch bust down, it’s bust down, yeah (bust down)
Lil’ bitch come through bust down, she bust down (bust down)
I don’t give two fucks now, no fucks now, no (bust down)

[Verse 1]
Rollin’ around with a bad bitch (with a bad bitch)
Yeah, Trippie Redd, I went and copped a bag, bitch
Yeah, spend that money, make it right back, bitch (make it right back, bitch)
Big ballin’, yeah, that’s a habit (that’s a mothafuckin’ habit)
Ooh, in expensive fuckin’ fabric
Stay saucin’ on you, that’s a habit
If I like it, cop it, I’ma have it (I’ma mothafuckin’ have it)
Yeah, steady causin’ havoc
Ooh, makin’ money, boy, you’s a savage
Mama raised a mothafuckin’ savage (that’s a mothafuckin’ savage)
Ooh the streets raised a mothafuckin’ savage
And the industry made me a brand new savage, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, ayy I just got a new Porsche (I just got a new Porsche)
Rocket got a ‘Rari, that’s a new horse (that’s a mothafuckin’ new horse)
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Newport (smoke a nigga like a Newport)
Ayy, yeah, what’s your net worth? (yeah, what’s your net worth?)
Yeah, pussy boy, what’s your net worth? (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Diamonds ’round my neck like what my neck worth (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Yeah, bitch it’s bust down (bust down, bust down, ayy)

[Chorus]
My wrist is bust down, it’s bust down (bust down)
‘Bout to get my Apple Watch bust down, it’s bust down, yeah (bust down)
Lil’ bitch come through bust down, she bust down (bust down)
I don’t give two fucks now, no fucks now, no (bust down)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, this how you live when you popin’
Ballin’ on you suckers, had no option
Fuckin’ on a mothafuckin’ thottie
That’s a mothafuckin’ new body
It ain’t nobody, ain’t nobody
Swear it ain’t no ho up in my body
Tatted up, OT all on my body
Yeah, boolin’ with a bitch named Armani
Yeah, ayy, just saucin’ and boolin’
I’m just foolin’, I’m all in
I got big racks, a lot to spend, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, ayy I just got a new Porsche (I just got a new Porsche)
Rocket got a ‘Rari, that’s a new horse (that’s a mothafuckin’ new horse)
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Newport (smoke a nigga like a Newport)
Ayy, yeah, what’s your net worth? (yeah, what’s your net worth?)
Yeah, pussy boy, what’s your net worth? (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Diamonds ’round my neck like what my neck worth (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Yeah, bitch it’s bust down (bust down, bust down, ayy)

[Chorus]
My wrist is bust down, it’s bust down (bust down)
‘Bout to get my Apple Watch bust down, it’s bust down, yeah (bust down)
Lil’ bitch come through bust down, she bust down (bust down)
I don’t give two fucks now, no fucks now, no (bust down)

[Outro]
Give a love letter to you, baby
Had to give you two, baby
If you ain’t heard then you’re too late
Yeah, fresh and clean like toothpaste
Yeah, love letter to you is too great

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Ghostface Killah – Kilo Lyrics

GHOSTFACE KILLAH
Kilo Lyrics

(feat. Raekwon The Chef)

[Ghostface Killah]
(Yo, Oh, Yo Rae… I can’t feel my face
My heart pounding and shit (audible heart)
Paranoid as a motherf**ker right now, who the f**k?
Close the blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk?
The stark…enterprise, enterprise I was on and some shit?
..I need some pussy though I’m ready for a catwoman or something
f-f**k it, lets go!

Aiyyo shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box
of baggies, the ones with the tint in them!
Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You
I need two waters, a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple)

[Chorus]
All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure
(Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!)
A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember
(You never catch the kid going hand to hand!)
All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure
(Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!)
A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember
(Throughout the I 9 to 5 I’m the Handyman)

[Ghostface Killah]
Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up crack
Phones is tapped over franklin’s stacks
Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro’
Break out of town when the Jakes take down the Pharoah
Reason, He was moving that peruvian white
blowing coolies into hoopties , slamming cuties and ice
big heavy pots over hot stoves
Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order
A Kilo is a thousand grams
Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban plants
The chemist is brolic, pyrex scholars
Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars

[Chorus]

[Raekwon the Chef]
Yeah
Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white
Get your sniff on, scarface niggaz, we getting right
some call it bricks, some call it birds
how many niggaz get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb
You would go to jail
get caught with this, niggaz’ll grow to fail
Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales
They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered
most niggaz get hard, from f**king with them pipes and hustlers
Kilos is one thousand grams
You know your ammo better be heavy ’cause soon kids is coming in camo
Protect your land daddy, I’m an announcer
you get caught with an ounce and its over
matter ‘fact they takin you down, son

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki’
I’d rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets
A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks
when they wrapped and stuffed
four days later straight cash, two million bucks
strictly powder, no cut
your coke is vialed in, whats up?
Y’all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up
In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse
Tony’s got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts
A Kilo is a thousand grams
A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye
It’s nice to have a thousand fans
Coke buyers, some be liars
therefore, you check for wires
dedicated dealers, during holidays we give ’em lighters

[Raekwon the Chef]
Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops
Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops
Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops
Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops
Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12’s
58 58’s, weed bags, ziplocks
Big rocks, coke spots, big glocks, one OT’s
Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot

[Chorus]

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Kash Doll – 2 On Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
Wake up in the morning give me head, nigga
Treat me like a queen, breakfast in the bed, nigga
Yeah, if you scared call the rev, nigga
Thick bitch, so you better come prepared nigga
Yeah, OT shit
I be in L.A popping bottles on the beach, shit
I’m so fucking G, we should call this shit the G mix
Kash Doll, Tinashe, baby it’s the remix!

[Hook: Tinashe]
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love to let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love 2, let’s roll

[Verse 2: Kash Doll]
Kash Doll, with the ass out
Throw it back, make a grown nigga tap out
Fuck a baller, belly nigga, pull some racks out
If you ain’t got no cash, nigga sit your ass down
Dang, all in a bitch face
Talking bout you bout to ball like, oh bitch, k
I’m with some bad bitches
Type you never had bitches
I might let you hit it, but you couldn’t pay the tab nigga

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Organized Chaos

Lyrics to ‘Organized Chaos’ by Meek Mill:

–Verse 1: Meek Mill–
Homies dead and I miss ’em
Rest caught up in the system
Trayvon Martin in a hoodie, MAC with a fully, I won’t be a victim
Pyrex stove in the kitchen
Pray the lord gon’ forgive us
Go to war with the realest
For the love of Benjis, saw it in my dinner
I went from captain to K
Catchin’ a bus to catchin’ a Wraith
Banana boy, up in my Bape
I’m tryna catch me an eighth
They tryna touch on my safe
I cannot barely can sleep
I gotta lay with my peeps
Every single fuckin’ day of the week
They killed my daddy in nine-two
I had to stay in the streets
Warrin’ with niggas from down the block
I had to wake up to beef
Forty gon’ wake up the neighbors
They gotta wake up to me
Smokin’ dope got me paranoid like the Reaper was waitin’ for me
Tell my opps that we gon’ die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain’t in the hood so we can’t slide by your strip
Cookin’ so much fuckin’ work I might get high off that brick

–Verse 2: Eearz–
Can’t ever forget, can’t ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?]
Where I come from niggas ’round here die ’bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
Hatin’ on me but why? you should go get a check
You gon’ do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon’ come for your neck, I suggest you protect

–Verse 2: Eearz–
Ma died back in oh-five, it was no one but me
Popped out that pussy nine-two, fell in love with the streets
I do not do perpetuations, these real talk and the statements
Hide the masses, I hit payment
I need street participation
They said that I wouldn’t be nothin’
It’s just like a fuckin’ nigga to be hatin’
I got business for myself and he ain’t
I’m tryna pull up, make the whole block faint
The coupe stained inside, candy paint
I pass the [?] ’cause a nigga don’t drank it
Only get faded on special occasions
Like when I get them new Ben Franks
I got niggas on the roof and the flank
For the ones who think diamonds be blank
We hit him up at the top of his tank
Strong arm who, bitch I get dank
Told him strip, let the lil baby spray
Now off rip name heavy in the race
Need no nigga, I depend on my faith
I bet they give me a Wraith and a [?]
Put all the play aways in the game and put a [?] out his ways
See niggas don’t know about all the pain and see all my struggle
See I came straight out of them crevices and that gutter
These niggas don’t know about it, better then not tell ’em I show ’em, yeah I show ’em

–Chorus: Eearz–
Can’t ever forget, can’t ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?]
Where I come from niggas ’round here die ’bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
Hatin’ on me but why? you should go get a check
You gon’ do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon’ come for your neck, I suggest you protect

–Verse 3: Meek Mill–
Yeah, they’ll smoke you for a Rollie
Niggas kill him for a Cuban
Gotta watch how I’m movin’
Freddie Kruger with the Ruger
They’ll kill you when you’re talkin’ peace
Learned that shit from Martin Luther
Gotta move with a shooter
More jewels than a jeweler
Niggas be hating for what
You should go get you a check
Diamonds they jumping like checkers
But we still moving like chess
Head shot, head shot
Bang bang, what you gon’ do with that vest?
Ran off like thirty bricks
Give a fuck ’bout who the connect
We was just living to die
Now we just dying to live
They put my dog in the sky
We spilling bottles to live
You better check your homie ‘fore I put a check on the top of his head
Bitches be checking for me ’cause they know a nigga on top of his bread
I drop four like Uno
Fuck a popstar, get kudos
Two bad hoes in my two door
Flooded my fleece on [?]
Went OG on your OG
My young nigga he a fool though
We had to go get it OT
I made a milly off two O’s

–Chorus: Eearz–
Can’t ever forget, can’t ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?]
Where I come from niggas ’round here die ’bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
Hatin’ on me but why? you should go get a check
You gon’ do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon’ come for your neck, I suggest you protect

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Future – I Thank U (Hndrxx Album)

Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this

Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’m a never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
[?], I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
You made me a hustler

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Slayter – Smile (Rngl Album)

[Intro]
Yea it’s just me and you right now

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Verse 1]
And I don’t leave the crib without her
Got my hands and my fingers ’round her
When it’s cold I put the mink around her
Got me paranoid I can’t drink around her
She got some marks on her
From her last nigga
And she always sitting passenger
I try my best not to damage her
I love to finger fuck until she bust

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Verse 2]
She was someone else’s
But now she on my boxers
Take her to my block
I even show her ’round the projects
Every time we come out
The homies say I’m wylin’
They don’t like it when I bring her
Shit be getting violent
We had our little problems
But she always with me
She never gonna leave me
Cause she love the money
She hide behind the trash
When we see the police
Shit went crazy in the city
So I took her OT

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Outro]
ColdGame over everything
I never gave a bitch a wedding ring
But you know my aim killing game

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Future – I Thank U Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this…

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

[Verse]
You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’ma never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
Richard Mille, I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
You made me a hustler

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Nav – The Man (The Introduction Album)

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 1]
These niggas rap careers is dead, yeah
Mad cause I’m the man, yeah
They wanna feed me lead, yeah
Better aim for my head, yeah
Even if I don’t live, yeah
My shooters gonna leave you dead, yeah
Rolling off of meds, yeah
His bitch gave me head, yeah
His bitch send me texts, yeah
She said that I’m up next, yeah
She want a brown boy from the Rex, yeah
Smoking on the best, yeah
I’m drinking purple and some red, yeah
Free up Body Fuck the Feds, yeah

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 2]
I need a bitch that’s got some substance
All these bitches want is money
When you see me out in public know I’m rolling off of something
She think I’m drinking Robitussin
You see that Sprite there? Don’t you touch it
She don’t want no broke boy
They want some beats they cost a lot I let them know boy
I feel like french my niggas OT selling Coke boy
They turn the volume up they music making no noise
Don’t take me simple now you know boy

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 3]
"NAV…where are you?"
You know I got those xanies on me shorty, shorty
You know I got them bands on me shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty, shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty
You know I got those xanies on me shorty, shorty
You know I got them bands on me shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty, shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty

[Verse 4]
Yeah I took a couple L’s so you know I’m on the road now
Keep a bad ass bitch and she always stay ten toes down
Is you really riding girl you know I gotta know now
And I keep a couple hitters with me always stay ten toes down
Ten toes down, ten toes down, ten toes down, ten does down

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Joey Bada$$ – Victory

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 1]
First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors
Everything I do I do it big, I’m a monster
The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder
Every day another triple-double entendre
At times I sit and wonder how I keep from going under
But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer
Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us
Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us
And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong
We gon’ be up for a while like keep the legacy goin’
The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne
I’m in a lane of my own, two-three when I get in my zone
Even when I’m OT man I still feel at home
The G-O-A-T when it’s all said and done
They only make legends where I’m from
Been known we won before the song begun

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 2]
I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg
And even if they still wheelchair him in the end
‘Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans
Back by popular demand, I’m the man
All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel
I put numbers on the board even scores up the floor for real
I do it just for sport
Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks
Word is bond, I am the one
I got it locked, up in the cluster, pressure on
Back on the block, I call the shots
You sit and watch when I’m against the clock I make the world stop
Hold up, but let’s get back to business please
I’ma be up for a while I know you sick of me
Y’all ain’t real ballers, y’all just little leagues
And we ain’t taking no losses we the winning team, East

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition look slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

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Tory Lanez – New Year / $auce Baby (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

New Year

[Verse]
I said fuck a single bitch ’cause I need two of ya
I said fuck a single bitch, I need a new of ya
I said fuck a single bitch, I need a two-pair
While I’m poppin’ on this bitch just like the new year
All my bitches so outdated, got the new year
She can’t fuck if we ain’t make the new year
She can’t fuck if we ain’t make the new year
I’ll be stuntin’ on you bitches on the new year
You got one bitch, nigga, I got two yeah

$auce Baby

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I might walk in with my niggas just like "Fuck it"
Bitch, I walk in with no niggas, bitch you buggin’
I might take like thirty-thousand out and chuck it
Go to V Live just to see them bitches bust it
Young rich nigga, I came up sellin’
I was on the corner, why them niggas jealous
I was never on the phone talkin’, female-ing
But I always got it sent like it’s emailin’
Yeah, bitch I got the sauce, I don’t need to talk on the train
I can’t hear the line like hushy hushy in the Bay
Rich young nigga, drop a pot off in your laptop
Trapper of the year, I’m gettin’ top off in the trap, yeah
Ballin’, OT ballin’
Every time we walk up in here, it look like the whole team’s Jordan
It’s too much designer that the whole team’s sportin’
So you look at us and think the whole team’s spoiled up

Suck a nigga dick or something

[Verse 2]
It’s a young nigga with the dough
I just bought a chopper with a scope
With this bad bitch, keep it on the low
Happy eatin’ chicken, thuggin’, sleepin’ on the floor
For my bitch in bathrobes, let me move like an asshole
All because the way the cash flow
I’m in Lawrence and I’m tourin’ with a bad, bad, little one
From Houston like a nigga with the Astros
I got ten toes, penny bitches in our pent-floors
On your bitch, I got the infos
Haters act up when they know I’m out with that pacheco
Bitches see me and they move like they nymphos
I like bitches looking good in all they, Snapchats
Fuck around and make a movie, let me snap that
You can fuck those bitches easy, ain’t no Kat Stacks
Don’t be hatin’ on a nigga when I smash that

[Outro]
Fargo, yeah

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Schoolboy Q – Dope Dealer (feat. E-40)

I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black
I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap
I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack
I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back
I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat
I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat
I use to fly around your city nigga no ID
I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy
We got F 57s and we savages, beasty
My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers
Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers
But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable
Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable
I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)
Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash
The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones
The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos
Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos
Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday
Get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low
Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go
Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’
We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled
You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips
Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip
I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came
They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame
I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope
The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow
We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep
I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

You heard what I mean, its your boy yeah its Smacc mane
Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean
We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man
You funky cock biatch

White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom
White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom