G Herbo – Man Now

[Intro]
Uhh
You know I come from a city of sorrow, man
Ugly introduction, red snow
Heartaches, heartbreaks, headache, look

[Verse 1]
Growin’ up it wasn’t no joke, ‘member all we had was hope
Nigga all we did was soak, no detergent, wasn’t no soap
I caught on to my environment, I had to, I had to grow
Thought she asked if could see, but she really want some smoke
I’ve been stepped on, pushed over, pissed at, shot
I’ve been bitch slapped, only by the police with my handcuffs
I’ve been spit at, smell the piff’ all on me, know you got it
Where that shit at?
In the back seat of the Crown, thinkin’ ’bout my homie Kobe
Why you walk off from the crowd? Bro you let me down
‘Member mornings, I’d call you ’til you pour me up
Even though I’m broke as fuck, bro know you never let me down
Why you let me down? (why you let me down?)
See me countin’ all these racks, you lookin’ at me now
See me fuckin’ off at Sak’s, in and out Maybachs
Most of all ain’t like these actors, lying in all they raps
Ooh I’m nothing like these rappers, lining all the acts
I spit all the facts

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out it’s dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancin’
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

[Verse 2]
I’m that nigga’ now, don’t roll no Swishers now
I’ma spend at least 250 when I’m gettin’ high
‘Member drinkin’ up six ounces just to get me by
I stopped sippin’ on the deuce, that shit wasn’t gettin’ me high
Now I’m riding to the clip, jumpin’ on G5’s
‘Member puttin’ on the 15, rollin’ up three fives
‘Member doing shows and features, splittin’ it with my guys
Stickin’ to the G-code, didn’t see nothin’ wrong in my eyes
I looked the devil right in the eyes and saw my niggas die
Can’t get caught at the light, I wrote that song and I cried
I ain’t emotional, you know me, that’s another joint for Kobe
Smokin’ 50 grams of OG, 420 just for brodie
I’ma wish you happy b-day, tell the world to smoke the dodi
Look like everyday our birthday, Dolce, Louie, ‘Sace, Balmain
Bitches wanna’ tag alongside, your little hoe got all the jaw game
She want me to fuck it raw, gang, I ain’t trying fuck at all, gang

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

Big K.R.I.T. – Keep The Devil Off

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Verse 1]
I was born on the south side of the moon
Country boy did this big from the bottom of the map
To the top of the mountain, pimpin’ I’m on the move
I’m in the groove, on the late night
I make the move if the play right
You ain’t seen it like I seen it
My vision nowadays ’bout as bright as the daylight
Supernova
I made a strong foundation outta all these boulders I carry
I ran them snakes in my yard
And you were tuckin’ your tail, actin’ all scared

[Bridge]
We ain’t cut from that cloth (well)
I paid in gold what I bought (well)
I ran circles ’round y’all
And never ever, ever got caught (woo)

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Verse 2]
I was born underneath the pecan tree (pecan tree)
With the soul of giant and the heart of a lion
But now world couldn’t wait for an OG
I was creepin’, crawlin’, fallin’ out the shack
Backwards slippin’ upward through the crack
Now I creep in storage where you want to be
But barely get to see but never ever at paid for
I made more than they thought I would on my tax
I mix the candy with the grain
And the soul with the swang and the bang
And that’s called bounce

[Bridge]
We ain’t cut from that cloth (well)
I paid in gold what I bought (well)
I ran circles ’round the non believers, the feds, the people
And never got caught (woo)

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Refrain]
(Keep the devil off) keep the devil off
(keep the devil off, devil off, devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
Keep the devil off (keep the devil off, devil off, devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Keep the devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Ah, ah, ah)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Keep the devil off)
Lord, be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

That Bag Lyrics feat. Hustle Gang, Young Thug, T.I., Young Dro & Trev Case


(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
I was just poppin my sh*t
I was just fucking on your b*tch, oh ya
Ni**a hatin but they won’t say nothing (ye, ye)
Ni**a talking but they ain’t spray nothing (brr)
I’m poppin pills sh*t and I can take your b*tch
I’m on a high horse, I got em round a bench (what)
I’m half against sh*t and who the hell is this?
I got a lot of water we can paddle it
Big sh*t poppin you know luscious topping, ey
I’m from Texas, Houston with a lot of water down
Look what I just started, ey
And there’s no disrespect, but I’m at a ni**a neck
If they ever try to check, If they ever try to press
I’ma cop the big bag and get wet

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 2: T. I.)
Okay, kick more sh*t than a little bit
Spend a big bank roll on a little b*tch
And I don’t wanna see that it ain’t worth a hundred G
Cuz I ain’t interested in the bullsh*t
Live in (?), I did what you all to my ni**a
Where I’m from, get killed how you talk
In the minute, my ni**as remind you of O’Dog (?)
Ain’t got no braids but still got them extensions
Extensions, extensions, extensions, extensions
Ahead on the focal, gon handle their business
I’m triple OG and still in my 30’s
Still in these streets and still riding dirty
And I don’t want your b*tch in for pu**y for real
No willing for me
Lil Dukey show, say I got you know he do with retail
Don’t fuck, bring that back, I mean I’m in a hurry

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 3: Young Dro)

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

The Underachievers – Packs

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Backseat, riding with the trays, rock bottom
That’ll turn that nigga to a ghost
Ain’t no love in my city, straight drugs in my city
Niggas walk around this shit, no hope
Gotta keep the gang here with me, anything hold fifty
Niggas wanna bang, want no smoke
Nigga had the cash out, silly, bought the bag out with me
Nigga tryna stack, show you how it go
Follow my eyes, shit gon’ be right on the prize
Repping the set with the gods
Split up them pods
Run up the check to get high
Fuck it, my nigga, we crying
Out of my mind, most of these niggas is lying
All of my shit a design
Look at me shine, nigga might hit a few lines
Then I might bang on your dime
Do it, I hope
You do me, Peter Pan, four in my liter, man
Repping the coast
All of my hitters bang, run up and get your man
Word to my bros
Flexing on Instagram, made over insta-fame
Blowing my dope
Punching up instant bands, move like the Crip in gangs
Taking those shorts
Jedi, I came with the force
Roll up and spark up the torch
Enter the corpse, pouring some liquor for cous’
This for the niggas we lost
Don’t trap on the corner, killers is in the town
Nigga not ducking ’round
Fuck with the growers, hit me, I need your loud
Shipping, you get your pounds

[Hook: Issa Gold, AK The Savior]
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
Call me the pack-tifist, smoke hella weed
Travel all through the atlas and planting my seeds
Grew to a money tree, as it should be
Got some young niggas gunning while on LSD
They want my hundreds, start hitting the bitch
When I open like auras, she thought I was cute
Hold up, now you retreat
Make you bow to the feet
I ain’t rocking designer, red bottom my speaker
Don’t get your people annihilated
Sip the sap and my pupils be dilated
I reside in the group with the finest ladies
Free my mind now I move with no limitations
We just demonstrating, dollars circulate
Blowing recreation, pussy penetrate
Ain’t no fucking trophies when you in the grave
Throw your girl emoji, she just give me face
Never gave me faith, had to push it in place
Manifested my future on daily basis
Getting stoned like Medusa, ’bout getting paper
Cop a P, then we move it, don’t tell the neighbors
Only blow OG, that potent flavor
Nigga, roll me a dollie and then I face it
Wrap that shit tight so they cannot trace it
Fed Ex sent me a text that the package made it

[Hook: Issa Gold, AK The Savior]
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

Starlito & Don Trip – Untitled No Hook

[Verse 1: Starlito]
I lost what was left to lose
Privacy, sanity, thirty day spent about 90Gs gambling
Grind like I’m famished
Still ride with them hammers
Try to understand me
Man I’m just tryna provide for my family
My lil cousin in college she need tuition and books
The niggas you hustle with probably won’t even put shit on your books
That’s why I move different like bishops and rooks
Keep a tool with me I’m cool with being misunderstood
I got street credit and I’m also rich in the hood
But you can keep that and I traded my OG status
I just wanna be happy fuck around with these rappers
They just selling dreams you get a syrup and a weed happy
Endured a loss just keep stacking, stashing for a rainy day
Strapped when I’m in traffic
And I ain’t playing just like a rain delay
War torn from the game I ain’t ashamed but I remain this way
Learn from all my pain because it’s lame to make the same mistakes
‘Lito

[Interlude: Starlito]
I mean we don’t have
Like we’re not so similar like
There people like I mean we have different habits
We have different ways of doing things
But when you put us in the room with a mic and a console
You know it’s clock work
So I think with that film that was the other thing
Like those guys play by their own rules
And they did what made sense to them
And that was the strength of their bond
Lito

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
You know you can count on me like a mathematician
If it’s ’bout cash I’m with it, I never slack to get it
Long as my casket empty
Niggas say my name in one of his raps I’m ready to slap ’em silly
I got a clapper with me
And it got a back up with it, that got a back up with it
Three hour drive to Nashville
Stop at Prince’s to grab a chicken
Then it’s back to Memphis
By the way my name ring bells like class dismissal
Bitch I ball hard you don’t believe me?
Ask a catcher’s mitten
Betting against us is like hitting a strip club
Searching for classy women
Meanwhile I’m flier than a flight attendant
But still not high as God intended
Smallest giant, largest weapon
223 if the odds against me
Momma ain’t raise no punk
Disagree with me thats ’til I raise this pump
I can come back everyday and not have to reload
But ain’t enough days in a month
Third time hearing bout a raid this month
Make a nigga proud ain’t still in the cut
I remember riding low key on pins and needles
For all this hay in the truck
And I got a baby AK in the front
I’m strapped up, I’m strapped in
Got road rage on the road to riches
To city near you for my backend

Fergie – Love Is Blind

Hey baby, won’t you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me, pretty please
Oh baby, baby, won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a minute, just tell them you belong to me
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Cook you breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook you chicken soup
Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a second, just tell them you belong to me
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind, blind-ind
Love is blind, -ind, -ind
Love is blind
I’m number one, original, the OG forever
Me say two, por vida y que we’ll be
Together me say three, call me your main bae
‘Cause baby I’m your rooka and your hunna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman!
Creation
So pass the dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind, blind-ind
Love is blind, -ind, -ind
Love is blind
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell them bitches to go home
Ba bap bap
Bap bap bap bap
Bap bap bap bap
Yeah yeah yeah
Whine up, whine up eh
Whine up, whine up eh, eyo
Whine down, whine down, now whine down whine down
All my girls!
Whine down, whine down, now whine down whine down
All again
Whine up, whine up now, whine up, whine up
Bless up
Whine down, whine down, whine down whine down now
Now whine it all round, whine it all around, oh boy you’re mine
Whine it all round, whine it all around oh boy you’re mine
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again

Love is blind – Fergie lyrics

Lyrics Fergie – Love is blind

Hey baby, won’t you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me, pretty please
Oh baby, baby, won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)(love is blind)

‘Bout those b*tches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other h**s
They had you for a minute, just tell them you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind.

Cook you breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook you chicken soup
Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone).

‘Bout those b*tches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other h**s
They had you for a second, just tell them you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone).

(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Blind (Love is blind)
‘Ind (Love is blind).

I’m number one, original, the OG forever
Mrs. two, por vida y que we’ll be together
Me say three, call me your main bae
‘Cause baby I’m your ruca and your ..
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass the dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized.

(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is bliiind
I’m in love and love is bliiind
Blind (Love is bliiind)
‘Ind (Love is bliiind)
(Tell those b*tches to go home)
(Tell them b*tches to go homeee)
Fergie lyrics
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Fergie – Love Is Blind lyrics

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Love Is Blind lyrics

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Ladadalala…

Hey baby, wont you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me pretty please
Oh baby, baby won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes,
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

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(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind

Cook your breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook your chicken soup Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes, (uhhh)
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

I’m number one, original, the OG
Forever me say two,…?…
Together me say three, call me your main bae
Cause baby I’m your ruka and your hainna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass The Dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

(Outro)
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell those bitches to go home

NICKI MINAJ – Big Daddy lyrics

You hear that right there?
That sound like, but that 300 thousand
I’m triple OG in my hood
These hoes call me big daddy

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Standin’ on the corner and stuntin’
That look like I payed like a million for
Blowin’ the money I heard that they askin’ around town what he really worth
My niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first
Now these bitches gon’ get this work
I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt
She Google my net worth, lookin’ like “what is his neck worth?”
My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work
I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work
You niggas so lame that my bitches won’t f*ck unless you cut a check first

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Pulled up in something that look like a million, nigga put me up on
Ain’t gotta sell it, but he say the n*gger a drug that he re-up on
Spur of the moment I ball like Ginobli you bitches get D’ed up on
You mad at me go get mad at your nigga ‘fore I put my sneakers on
He cop me this wrist game, now its just us at the Knicks game
I might have to take him on tour just to f*ck in Australia, Brisbane
Your time is ticking you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids
You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

You bitches ain’t stupid, you bitches ain’t stupid
You bitches ain’t stupid, is you?
Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying
Get this bitch a tissue
For what it’s worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you
I ain’t even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue?

Still on top, pretty bitch gang
Pussy still tight, pistol still bang
Yo nigga call me big mama
Let him eat the n*gger then I dip on him

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Musiq Soulchild – Hard Liquor Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All the young folk talkin’ ‘bout turnin’ up
They ain’t even been nowhere, don’t really know what’s up
Don’t get it twisted, this is not a diss song (Diss song)
No, it’s just a real song
All you old heads always got something to say
Yeah, I respect the game, but OG, you had your day
(Yeah, you had your day)
I’m just trying to figure mine out (Mine out)
So sometimes I gotta ride out
Do what works for me, I don’t always know what it is
Sometimes it’s hard to see
I can’t tell whether I’m headed for hell or Heaven
Oh well, guess we just gon’ have to wait and see
Either way it’s up to me, so
All I know is that I’m part of a generation
Making up for some past mistakes and
Yeah, I know we may not be the best role models
But real life’s a hard pill to swallow
So that’s why we…

[Chorus]
Fresh, flicks, the best and nothing less
Like to pretend if you win the stress hits your chest like some hard liquor
Uh, hard liquor
When your life what you like, just had a hard night (Hard night)
Hungover, you know you ain’t needin’ another shot of hard liquor
Hard liquor

When your moonshines hit the sunrise
While you were trying to good night’s…sleep
Insomnia got you up, thinking ‘bout all them thoughts and they addin’ up

[Verse 2]
I won’t complain, but I can say that I’ve been better
Life’s a bitch but I loved her since the day I met her
We got more issues than I care to mention
(Yeah, that I care to mention)
Think we need an intervention (Yeah)
Dark shades and aspirins (I need some aspirins)
Crossroads and dead ends
You don’t always know how it’s gon’ turn out (Turn out)
Gotta be smart about it or you could burn out
It’s finna change, here we go again (Here we go again)
So toast to the world we in
Yeah, might be a little hard today
But tomorrow, we gon’ still be here and we gon’ be…

[Chorus]
Fresh, flicks, the best and nothing less
Like to pretend if you win the stress hits your chest like some hard liquor
Uh, hard liquor
When your life what you like, just had a hard night (Hard night)
Hungover, you know you ain’t needin’ another shot of hard liquor
Hard liquor

Take life, shot after shot
Gotta hold it down whether you like or not
Just like some hard liquor
Just like hard liquor

Take life, shot after shot
Gotta hold it down whether you like or not
Just like some hard liquor
Just like…

Audio Push – Window Seat (Last Lights Left Album)

[Intro]
No outdoor on the indo
When my seat rise I be real low
We gon’ go far, we gon’ go far
But [?]
No outdoor on the indo
When my seat rise I be real low
We gon’ go far, we gon’ go far
Yeah, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I get you high as your window seat (yeah)
I feel your vibe, feel your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get you high as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love your vibe and your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Uh, go, step, woah, down, go, step
Real niggas gonna eat no need to compete, no
She rolling up her cream seeds, TLC with the cream, woah
Backdrop, pretty bitches when I mob
Only sweets, no we don’t do [?]
Tell the maintenance I got OG in my zip
Got my whole team and we all gon’ take a hit, lit
Come to [?] with me
Take it past the bar with me
Smoking gas with you
Puff, pass, and laugh with you
Got hundreds on me now, fresh and want your place then they come around
They didn’t hold me down, I don’t see a face, I don’t know them now
Get freaky, freaky, word
They ain’t speaking, but I know they peep me, word
I still tap in a check to [?], word
Lil’ mamacita, [?] can’t defeat me and I get her—

[Chorus]
High as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel your vibe, feel your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get you high as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love your vibe and your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge]
She asked me if I’m high right now
I told her, "yeah"
She said can she come by right now
I told her, "yeah, ha, yeah"

[Verse 2]
Everybody talk dumb ’till you see ’em in public
And everybody wanna work ’till you mention a budget
But me and you, we work effortlessly and I love it
But you don’t wanna fall back in love, so let’s get the subject
See you, you got squad goals
And I got [?] goals
Some people don’t know how to love you, that’s just how it goes
Gotta accept that, smoke one, don’t stress that
My phone stay going crazy, I never text back
Writing to myself, well really, wait no, really
See you say you love these songs cause you still hear the real me
How I went through all this BS and I’m still me
I just hope it don’t kill me
Look here, I’ll get you—

[Chorus]
High as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel your vibe, feel your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get you high as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love your vibe and your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
The last lights

Two – Trill Sammy lyrics

Lyrics Trill Sammy – Two

Yeah I keep 2
Two of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I just blew some change and walked in like boss with all my chains
Seen my diamonds dancing now she wanna kick s**t like Liu Kang
I just met this b*tch and fucked her now she really acting strange
Jump in that coupe go insane
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna sip on my drank
All about my cash so I’mma need that check in advance
Know this b*tch’ll f**k my mans
So I can’t give these b*tches a chance
I just wanna win they want me to lose
I ball out the gym then jump in the coupe.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I know that I can have that p***y but I rather wait
Ran into the plug in LA say he ship it outta state
Been counting worth too much cash and I ain’t even graduate
This a Audemars play versuri-lyrics.info
Model b*tch like Kim K tryna flex on me no way
Flexing in some fly s**t when I fall through
Put her on the team she tryna ball too
F**k your b*tch in Céline pour up the promethazine
Pull up in somethin real clean man what do you mean
Woke up thought it was a dream.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two oobad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Twooo backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explaineddd.
Trill Sammy lyrics
Video Trill Sammy

Lil Debbie – Summer Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ten toes down, head is in the sky though
Name another bitch going hard as I go
I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though
Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe
Go bigger, pouring up the liquor
Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen
And going bigger, go figure
Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher
In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 2]
Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder
Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler
Just another way to say I’m going bigger
Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold
But still a stoner!
All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder
Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper
Started with a vision turned it to a dollar
Tried to shut us down but now we got the power
Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side
Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side
Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride
Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide
Fuck that!
Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear ’em out
Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about
Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary
Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary
I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown
I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone
Touchdown, touchdown
Pass another swisher, I could bust down
Looking for the winners, look at us now
Real Shit!

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 3]
They either love me, or they hate me for it
Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it
Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it
Same business only difference is they pay me for it
Swaggin’ only taking wins, I think you best be in
All we talk about is balling like ESPN
I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit
I’m the motherfucking pilot
Now my diets vegetarian
More green, bitch we eating, give me more green
Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean
Different city, still winning like the home team
Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team
Lord!
And I ain’t even wanna have to do ’em like that
I react, bitches hating when you moving like that
I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit
Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch
Now you see me though

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

Dizzy Wright – Word On The Streetz Lyrics

Dizzy Wright – Word On The Streetz Lyrics

[Intro]
Tryna figure this shit out
(Oh Major, don’t go)

[Verse 1]
Word on the streets is some labels showing some interest
I’m ready to take off like I’m in the fucking Olympics
All about winning I’m Jordan back in ’95 and 6
I want to get wealthy, if you not gonna help me then mind your biz
Oh, what I prefer is for my city to say that “the time was his”
And yes I’m referring to me
Headed for a early degree
Out high school to the league
Not for money for me
Know I’m in a comfortable space
Are you willing to pick up the pace?
I told my OG, “With all the travel what’s the hassle?”
He told me, ” What you rap about is only half the battle”
Admit it, don’t build your castle and let your family straggle
I’m livid, money got less value than my fucking shadow
You niggas better free your mind, better free your fucking minds
I’m always right on time and ya’ll ain’t ever dropped a dime
It’s fine, not gon’ be salty or be sour
Ahead of fools like the time jumped up an hour

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[Spoken]
Yo I been looking at my family tree and shit
I’m branched down off some crazy ass shit
But you know I see positive potential in my life
(Oh Major, don’t go)
All I could do is smile and think about what I’ve already overcome with my mama with my brothers and my sisters
It’s hard for ya’ll to tell me anything at this point
(Oh Major, don’t go)

[Verse 2]
Word on the streets is that the streets need a new hero
From ground zero, me, Demrick, Reezy, and Euros
When it’s time to cut the check we gotta keep that love and respect
Not letting no one fuck me over or make me fucking stress
Nigga where your daily hustle?
Don’t make it a situation
If you wanna speak on the shit you thinking you better articulate it
From Flint to Vegas, I’m out here still tryna keep it legit
Dealing with a domino effect
The shit leading to similar events
So I keep a team with sense
In my defense we do not attract niggas that’s gon’ pretend
Ya’ll better get with it, eliminating all the hate and the critics
Committed, putting Vegas on the map, and who gon’ say that he didn’t
Coming with the vision and I’m ready
Everything I gotta earn
Now I’m feelin’ like a expert
All I wanna do is learn
Steve Jobs with the net worth
Only coming with the max shit
This is me, I had to go and get in tune
Twisting them fronto leaves getting high just to find the truth

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[Outro Spoken]
Nothing can come between you and your destiny
You and your greatness
Only you can stop you
(Oh Major, don’t go)
You don’t gotta lean on nothing to be great
Lean on your motherfucking mind
Lean on your conscience, lean on the fact that you can go find that knowledge yourself
Be your own inspiration my nigga
(Oh Major, don’t go)
(Oh Major, don’t go)
I hope them is tears of joy
(Oh Major, don’t go)

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G-EAZY – Nothing Wrong lyrics

If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, fuck you, this is nothing but a song

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
My momma said judge not, yet he be judged
We don’t trip, the bullshit just get skip like a CD does
She light up more than GE does
I’m in the party just appreciating the molly and my fiji buzz
Why stress I’m too blessed to ever come down
I might be the rarest cat that’s ever been found
One off the medicine now, and it’s a wednesday
I’ll fuck something and wake up drunk the next day
They love to talk about it, people saying I’m reckless
The microscope I’m under, they just love to inspect us
But fuck ’em, make them eat their words for dinner and breakfast
That shit come back around, full circle though like a necklace
Fuck outta here, I came for no bullshit in my agenda
If you’re artificial Splenda, well then you are not a friend
I never save, I’m spending cash for as long as I remember
So I went to spend a fortune on this Porsche and not a rental

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, fuck you, this is nothing but a song

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Strip club in this damn [?] cock blocking at the ATM
We be going dumb until like eight AM
Lana think I’m crazy, and I maybe am
Killing hella brain cells in my cranium
The realest who did it, and got away with it
They pouring drugs on titties and now everybody sniffing
She acting shocked by it, guess we live a little different
I’m out here just mobbing in my Oakland A’s fitted
I never sell my soul, I stay green and gold
Knew I’d be a legend back since I was 10 years old
I knew I would be [cold?], his story would be told
Imma have to fuck Jessica soon before she gets too old (Alba)
I’ll snatch her from her husband, I told you I was [?]
I’m going super saiyan, yes I’m entering that mode
Like Goku, I’m old school, so anti-social
The money is all I say hello to
Like God Damn this shit so soon

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
If she want sniff, then she looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me than fuck you, this is nothing but a song

Haha, Beautiful and Damned, Damn
Young Gerald, this OG talk right here
I don’t see nothing wrong
They don’t get us Gerald, it’s different!
Different to her, hahaha
All these bitches on the side of the stage
While all y’all singing our songs
Nothing wrong
Spending all this money he making
One shot, we don’t see nothing wrong
Y’all don’t understand, cuz we do it again
Fuck it, we don’t care
We don’t care
All y’all who don’t understand, don’t fuck with us, y’all got something wrong
You know what we call y’all?
Muffins, haha
We don’t see nothing wrong

Nothing wrong – G-Eazy lyrics

Lyrics G-Eazy – Nothing wrong

If she just want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that s**t back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, f*ck you, this is nothing but a song.

My momma said judge not, yet he be judged
We don’t trip, the bullshit just get skip like a CD does
She light up more than GE does
I’m in the party just appreciating the molly and my fiji buzz
Why stress I’m too blessed to ever come down
I might be the rarest cat that’s ever been found
One off the medicine now, and it’s a wednesday
I’ll f*ck something and wake up drunk the next day
They love to talk about it, people saying I’m reckless
The microscope I’m under, they just love to inspect us
But f*ck ’em, make them eat their words for dinner and breakfast
That s**t come back around, full circle though like a necklace
f*ck outta here, I came for no bullshit in my agenda
If you’re artificial Splenda, well then you are not a friend
I never save, I’m spending cash for as long as I remember
So I went to spend a fortune on this Porsche and not a rental.

If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that s**t back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, f*ck you, this is nothing but a song.

Strip club in this damn .. c*ck blocking at the ATM
We be going dumb until like eight AM
Lana think I’m crazy, and I maybe am
Killing hella brain cells in my cranium
The realest who did it, and got away with it
They pouring drugs on titties and now everybody sniffing
She acting shocked by it, guess we live a little different
I’m out here just mobbing in my Oakland A’s fitted
I never sell my soul, I stay green and gold
Knew I’d be a legend back since I was 10 years old
I knew I would be cold, his story would be told
Imma have to f*ck Jessica soon before she gets too old (Alba)
I’ll snatch her from her husband, I told you I was ..
I’m going super saiyan, yes I’m entering that mode
Like Goku, I’m old school, so anti-social
The money is all I say hello to
Like God Damn this s**t so soon..

If she want sniff, then she looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that s**t back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me than f*ck you, this is nothing but a song
Versuri-lyrics.info
Haha, Beautiful and Damned, Damn
Young Gerald, this OG talk right here
I don’t see nothing wrong
They don’t get us Gerald, it’s different!
Different to her, hahaha
All these b*tches on the side of the stage
While all y’all singing our songs
Nothing wrong
Spending all this money he making
One shot, we don’t see nothing wrong
Y’all don’t understand, cuz we do it again
f*ck it, we don’t care
We don’t care
All y’all who don’t understand, don’t f*ck with us, y’all got something wrong
You know what we call y’all?
Muffins, haha
We don’t see nothing wronggg.
G-Eazy lyrics
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Adamn Killa – Piss In The Sheets

[Refrain]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 1]
Pour my Vitamin D, broke ass nigga is heat
All my [?] on me
I just want the whole thing
I don’t want that old thing
I want new everything
I’m married to my name
I give it a weddin’ ring
I’m for my family
So they live happily
I want S550
I don’t get what you need
Bitch, you got ugly feet
Those hoes a get a D
Monkey doin’ see
They like Adamn is heat
Get money like truancy
Get money, hoes like a week
I’m just tryna me and everybody elses too apparently
My niggas know what I mean
[?] Google me or Bing
Make money like crack, I sling
Make money, Bill Gates on me

[Refrain]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 2]
I’m a young ass nigga
But, I’m really a OG
Niggas come and fuck around
I just might OD
Just like Killavesi say
These niggas might owe me
If we racin’ to the money, I got niggas beat
Take my feet, they planted under sea
Nigga, understand, I’m standin’ ten feet from the sea
I can’t buy no hatin’ ass niggas
Wanna [?] to eat
I ain’t never have no job
I make it off my speech
I just cut the leash
Like I switched the drums, nigga
Bitch, I’m ballin’
Like my name is net swisher
Niggas see me at the grocery store and take pictures
Same bitch that dismissed ya
I coulda dicked her
(I am Adamn, I am Adamn)

[Refrain]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

Planit Hank – Finish Him (feat. Styles P, Conway & Lil’ Fame)

[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah, Ghost, D-Block
Yeah

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Grimmin’ in the Reaper, drinking holy water after I smoke
Years to Ghost, cheated death
Met the devil and took a piss on his sneakers
Who these niggas think that they iller than?
Menagin with voodoo bitches, cookin’ coke in the cop crib
It comes home, I’ma kill again
Yes, I’m in it for the thrill again
Which rappers lookin’ to die, facts
[?] leave you flatters and eye pad
You can send them killers to my bed
Next time you speak to they folks, it’ll be the bypass
Cause I shoot fast and I drive fast
Makin’ fast money [?] this how the time pass
Catch ’em in the restaurant sthoot ’em right through the windglass
Couple keys ain’t no coke to me
[?] to get you poked for me

[Verse 2: Conway]
Look, you rap niggas not a threat at all
I don’t feel threatened at all
I’m ten steps ahead of y’all (nice)
In the booth I’m a wrecking ball
Weapon drawn, wig shot close with the pump
And knock your head up off your shoulders
Shooters sniffin’ coca up off a old 50’s
The game scared of me like the old 50
Clap two niggas with my old [?]
Now I got the stick that bitch hold 50
Smell that stinch comin’ from the bando
That’s how they found the pussy nigga and his man though
I had to make a exempel
Niggas thought it was a game, I ain’t playin’ though
Spanish plug, Alejandro
Send a OG from San Fernando
Shit is finna get real
Two back to your head your whole shit spilled

[Verse 3: Lil’ Fame]
Call me Fishroy De Mayo
Mafia style, end niggas careers
Hang ’em upside down, blood spillin’ propell
I been runnin’ these streets, long time [?]
Y’all niggas fucking with a killer straight loca
Flip a nigga house like a real estate broker
Far as the flow go, niggas know I been nice
My flow is crystal meth, you want them [?]
I did shows with Khaled he was screamin’ ‘we the best’
Came back to the hood niggas screamin’ ‘we depressed’
I know I’m still a back block nigga, leave a mess
My shit I’ll make a silverback gorilla beat his chest
Okay, that’s a full alarm blaze
Callin’ 9-1-1 that’s a hoe alarm blaze
Brooklyn, this how a downtown swinger swing
Ain’t nothing changed, y’all know what I bring

Stand up – Yung Booke feat. Nick Grant lyrics

Lyrics Yung Booke – Stand up

Posted up right in the trenches
The OG was teaching, I listened
They told me get up and go get it
And stack so I get me a milly
No time to lay up with them bitches
Ho .. caught me no feelings
Ride ’round with lil meek, he the realest
It’s a whole lot of cash and a pigeon
My time, it comin’ I feel it
Can’t play, gotta be ’bout your business
Got old scars all on my back from being backstabbed so f*ck being friendly
When I come through I’m in a foreign car with the window clip, you can see me up in it
With the draco and a Glock 40, with an S clip, both of ’em extended.(stand up)

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera.

Let’s get it
Real niggas who we are boy
Stand up and applaud for us
f*ck a nerd, we’ll drag a screech
Like nails on a chalkboard
Boy you fighting in the wrong war
All of the things we fought for
Prezi Rollie but I’m never voting
Everybody running is the wrong choice
I get the drop on the opps
Never put trust in a cop
Young shooters like early Bad Boy
They run around with the locks
Dreading your days in the kitchen
Seein’ how they whip a pot
Old time nigga, Jigga Boo
How you sell that s**t back to your block
You a f*ckin’ sell out nigga.

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera.

I got on Louis V linens
I see the police in my business
They just gave my homie a sentence
For slangin’ that Dennis the Menace
Hands up, don’t shoot
Tryna jam us, we cool
Excuse me officer, I’m no fool
I let the OG’s drop jewels
I’ma hit Booke, he pull up with Uno
RIP Troupe, he stick to that blue code
I’m in the coupe, that be that two door
I’ma pull up with a hundred ..
I got your main b***h at home on my other line
f*ck it, I’m rockin’ them Timbs in the summer time
f*ck the police, they be tryna act colorblind
I swear they gon’ make me go buy me another nine.

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, versuri-lyrics.info
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on cameraaa.
Yung Booke lyrics
Video up

Russ – Got This

Yeah, ever since, ever since, yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook]
Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this
All you do is pop shit you ain’t really on shit
This is for my team though we ain’t with the nonsense
Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit

[Verse 1]
I made everything come true, I feel like my own genie
You would think I got middle-eastern blood by the way the girls call me habibi
Thirty racks just popped up in my email damn what a life
I just did arenas, then I had a threesome, then I counted 40 bands damn what a night
This is that shit I asked for, I don’t take shots with squares you a backboard
Fuck your stamps, I want stamps in my passport
Dance to my disc though we all want platforms
That’s a 80’s reference
A lotta rappers only hot for like 80 seconds
Don’t pay me less than the promoter’s makin’
Carry myself yeah my shoulder’s aching

[Hook] x2
Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this
All you do is pop shit you ain’t really on shit
This is for my team though we ain’t with the nonsense
Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’ma get a jet, call it Netflix cause I’m done with commercials, yeah
Imma go diamond, but I still got love for my circle, yeah
When I land, hotel suite, king bed with a handful of queens
When I make it to the top elevator goes right back down to the team
That’s OG bossed up wisdom, no sleep insomnia
Talkin to myself don’t put us at the end that’s obvious
Hope you catch that, Kylie showin love on Snapchat
21 hits on the way like Blackjack quicker than a flashback

[Hook] x2
Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this
All you do is pop shit you ain’t really on shit
This is for my team though we ain’t with the nonsense
Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit

Dj Khaled – Iced Out My Arms Lyrics

DJ KHALED
Iced Out My Arms Lyrics

[Future:]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can see
[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled

[Future, Takeoff & Offset:]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Migos:]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for Piguets
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my man Khaled, say know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I saw a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti
We pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it
As soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[21 Savage:]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang, gang, bitch
Y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang, gang, bitch
We gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[T.I.:]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch, eatin’ right at Phillipe
Plus she f**kin’ with a winner
Jury lookin’ like a slushie
Fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room
Incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope
Shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, gotta let you know I gotta go
Catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

DJ Khaled – Iced Out My Arms (feat. Future, Migos, 21 Savage & T.I.) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
All these diamonds on my fingers
(Southside!)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can, you can see
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Offset, Quavo & Takeoff]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for baguettes
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my boy Khaled say, know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I found a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti, we pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it, as soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet on (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang gang, bitch, y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang gang, bitch, we gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and on my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jewelry lookin’ like a slushie fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room, huh, incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope, shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
I catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

Chief Keef – You & Me (Thot Breaker Album)

[Intro]
Huh?
Umm
Lean, lean
Skrr, Skrr skrr skrr
Bang bang, bang bang

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
He be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, I’m like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
He be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, I’m like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

Chief Keef – You & Me Lyrics

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

Snakehips – Right Now lyrics

Yeah
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right

[Verse 1: Elhae]
Party everyday, why we waitin’ on the weekend?
‘Cause she know that I know what she came here to do
We’ll be diving off the deep end, woah
‘Cause I be in my zone, ooh
Pressin’ up like defense, woo
And now we on the road, everythin’ is slow-mo
No discussions, skip the pretense (let’s not make it complicated)

[Pre-Chorus: Elhae & H.E.R.]
You know when we get together we probably won’t act right
You been talkin’ shit forever, but tonight’s the last time
Bottle on the table, like the one we finished last night
Hold up on the breaks and hit the gas

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[Chorus: Elhae]
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
It ain’t right, but it’s right now
We ain’t right, we ain’t right, oh
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right

[Verse 2: D.R.A.M.]
Girl you always fallin’ off on me, that’s target practice
And I can’t stand it when you mad, but it look so attractive
And I got somethin’ in my pocket that makes both of us happy
And when we kick it for some hours off that dope and candy
Said we be freakin’ for some minutes, but it feels like hours
Said we would be strapped off that OG, but it smells like towel
And I can’t stand you when I’m sober, would you still come over?
You drive me crazy, you’re my chauffeur ’til the Uber shows up

[Bridge: Elhae]
She wanna get faded, so we gon’ let the night [?]
And we’re gonna let the [?] slow
We gon’ let the party till we are, ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Elhae & H.E.R.]
You know when we get together we probably won’t act right
You been talkin’ shit forever, but tonight’s the last time
Bottle on the table, like the one we finished last night
Hold up on the breaks and hit the gas

[Chorus: Elhae]
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
It ain’t right, but it’s right now
We ain’t right, we ain’t right, oh
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right

[Outro: D.R.A.M.]
Snakehips
One bottle, two people and no chasers
Me and lil’ mama, solve our problems
By gettin’ wasted off the alcoholla, marijuana and etcetera
My boo thang, always and forever, yeah
We problematic, so it has it
But who ain’t got problems?
We all have ’em, yeah
But she still a baddie, I’m still her daddy
And we’re higher, than all y’all
Still at it, still at it

TLC – Way Back (Lyric Video)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help me find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
One hour photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

G Herbo – Something

[Intro]
2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I’m just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, I spent that shit

[Verse]
Look I won a race, 100 miles and running
They was stopping, I ain’t jog or nothing
I ain’t lag or nothing
I was 20 laps ahead of y’all, I ain’t brag or nothing
Gang rooting, under pressure, I ain’t let them down or nothing
Everybody got they cameras, hand me a towel or something
All my hard work, all them days in
Y’all know where I started
All them late nights going retarded
Running with the wildest youngings
Smelling like 1000 onions
Damn that shit don’t count for nothing
When I told ’em I was coming
They just thought that was I bluffing
Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch ’em
Pretty ladies, yeah I love ’em
Come backstage, they let me fuck ’em
Free Of Charge don’t owe her nothing
I was rushing, I was getting ready
Make her hold my luggage
Met her once, she let me fuck her twice
She know I might fuck up her life
Too lit to have a fucking wife
She fine enough to wife tonight, so fuck it
She can board her flight
Lil Ruth Chris might get her something to go, I guess I’m sorta nice
Never been on dates, I risked my life
She see me blowing this pipe
Baby I’m not regular, no I’m not your average dude
I grew up a hard knock, that’s not up my avenue
Gotta move something like the president
Can’t leave no trace or evidence
Or location, if I’m there too long I gotta move
Fuck it, you just stay right here cause I don’t like your attitude
Big G Herbo, don’t leave the G out when you say Herbo
Never leave the G out
Glock on me every day I leave out
Only way I be out, niggas know what we bout
Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house
Gold on everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out
And I got more coming, got another tape dropping
Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money
Finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain’t push the sports button
Back to the program, niggas hating but they whores love me
Still getting tour money
15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers
Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain’t running like the Porsche running
Remember yelling 47 with the torch running
Hittin cuts on the ops block
Lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning
All my niggas all about money
In the middle of the war hustling
Hustle homies and you know it touch us
Shut the whole block down, no more hustling
Start all (?) I roll the steel up
Everybody on the team tryna score something
Flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something
Yeah, them killers like Jon-Jon
But we ain’t going out sweet, no cop dying
That means ain’t no cops killing us
Ain’t no ops killing us
Some say I might sound cocky
Some say I might sound scary
But I know that I’m gon’ get home where I’m from that’s (?)
Where I’m from shit get scary, niggas get buried
Riding up on your block, bloody mary
Don’t you double dare me
I’m from the Eastside of Chicago
I’m Gucci where I go
Niggas know me where I go
I’m an OG where I go
You can’t help what you born with
But it’s on you if you die broke
If I die before I wake
Have a party when I go
20 Rollies in a roll (?) if I wake before I go

TLC – Way Back (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
When our photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

Big Bank – 25 Squares (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
Don’t let this lean hold you back from your full potential
She said your’e the smartest person I’ve ever bumped into
Super

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’, it’s detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Verse 1: Big Bank Black]
Came up, fucked up, living like a savage
Watch my pops give up turn to a addict
OG’s in front the store frontin’ niggas package
White powder turn to blow, I thought I seen magic
Bought a 50 dollar slap, now it’s Big Bank Escobar
These hoes really up for grab when you having some
They thought I would succeed but I feedi fed feechi
Only time a nigga love you, when he begging or he need you
Made myself a boss, a billion dollar mind
Zone 6, living lavish big bank a rare kind
Duct Tape, that’s the mob that’s my whole spine
My nigga Pluto, Freebandz but we the same kind

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’, its detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Verse 2: Future]
I poured a little baking soda and more xan’s
You bett’ not let them hollowtips touch your hands
You see I came up and I blew out like a fan
I watch my man’s turn his back when I expanded
Flipping that raw raw it came in a casket
We on the Southside lil woadie ’bout to blast it
And I knew, I knew when I was on that corner I wasn’t average
Sometime I like to post up
Take the styrofoam and toast up
You know damn well these niggas below us
I made the right moves just listening to my instincts
I got my Pirus, my Grave street niggas with me

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’ it’s detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

Take A Mic – Superstar (Boite Noire Album)

[Intro]
Wow, wow, wow, incroyable
Shabz, incroyable
Envoie (Shabz)

[Refrain] (x2)
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie de devenir une superstar

[Couplet 1]
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
Viens on s’barre de la te-boî, on fait ça dans l’noir
La concu’ c’est comme les ‘teilles, on les boit
Mes négros brillent, on les voit
OG enfermé, nique les lois
J’prends ton number et j’mets les voiles
Tu veux pisser l’sang ? Élève la voix
Ils le font mais ça rien à voir
Guette, je sais qu’tu nous imites
Fuck le rap jeu, négro j’deviens minimaliste
Fais la maille et les valises
Elle a liké, elle a follow, elle est maligne
J’crache ma rime, elle est magique
Des fois j’pense à la vie, elle est tragique
On est prêt pour l’avenir, met le tarif

[Pont]
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais, ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais, ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (wow)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (envoie)

[Couplet 2]
Guette, j’passe sur mon compte en banque, j’ai envie de devenir un vendeur de C
Quand ça va cesser, tu vas v’nir sucer
Le succès c’est comme l’échiquier, faut savoir jouer
Sur mon son, il faut savoir bouger
J’ai découpé la prod’ comme un boucher
J’ai beaucoup de technique comme un gaucher
Meuf t’as de l’expérience, faut t’embaucher
Faire du blé jusqu’à l’AVC
De la drogue dure dans les WC
Change pas d’avis, fallait pas nous laisser
On rentre dans ta ville, toutes les gos sont pressées
Fait crier le son avec les vitres baissées

[Refrain] (x5)
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie de devenir une superstar