Meek Mill – We Slide Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Juice]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth (Yeah)
Tryna wash away my sins since I’ve been doin’ dirt (Amen)
If I press a button on you, niggas goin’ to church (Brr)
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin’ to work (Work)

[Post-Chorus: Meek Mill]
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Putting it in for all my dogs who never made it home
Spending nights all in the booth, and I done stayed alone
Tryna chase a hundred million, it won’t take me long
When all these niggas went against me, it just made me strong
And I don’t need nobody help, I do it by myself
Been taking risks before the fame, I keep it by my belt
Ain’t have a dollar to my name, you don’t know how I felt
So how the fuck could niggas judge me when you ain’t never love me?
Going to war with niggas I grew up with, tryna slug me
Used to hug that corner every night, but it ain’t hug me
Sipping on a quarter, huh, grimy, thirsty, hungry
Streets were my religion, left my mama for my homies
And we all slide, if he offsides
When they caught my homie slipping, it’s like we all died
Think it brought us close together, that day, we all cried
Popping percs and sipping lean, and now we all high
Turned me savage, I got traumatized from homicides and all these caskets
Got me out my mind, can’t go outside without that ladder
I grew up in failure where your dreams will get shattered
Bullets hit the window, all you seen was niggas scatter
It don’t matter
Lost my daddy, kindergarten I got badder
When I was twelve, was living in hell and lighting that gas up
So ’bout my dawg know we gon’ mask up

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth
Tryna wash away my sins ’cause I’ve been doin’ dirt
If I press a button on you, niggas goin’ to church
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin’ to work

[Post-Chorus: Meek Mill, Young Thug & Both]
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My codefendant said he can’t take no time
Said call the police like Mary J. Blidge
The federales picked him up, this ain’t no state time
I told him the safest way to talk is on the FaceTime, yeah
Slide in the the Lamborghini, slide in the Buick
Fish parquet, clean diamonds, no cubics
My brother down the road with a iPhone
Told him don’t get used to that, you know I’m gettin’ him back home
I cry still tears and don’t know why, why
They poked his ribs, first they told him we gon’ let it fly (Let it fly)
My mama told me let my pride stay to the side, but I had drunk it like a pint
I made a mistake and killed a player
Keep the Glock when I pray ’cause He won’t save us (Yeah)
They let a rat kill my neighbor
If I had knew you hang with them I would’ve told my dawg do me a favor
We slide, we slide, we slide if it’s slime
We slide, we both slide if it’s slime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sometimes I show people love so they won’t kill me (Yeah)
Screaming on the mic, I’m tryna make baby feel me (Yeah)
Crosses on my chest, baguetti fingers heal me, yeah (Heal me)
I done got so wealthy, I done bought out my cavities
Black and white phantom, made the funeral referee

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth (Yeah)
Tryna wash away my sins since I’ve been doin’ dirt (Amen)
If I press a button on you, niggas goin’ to church (Brr)
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin’ to work (Work)

[Post-Chorus: Meek Mill, Young Thug & Both]
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (We slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide

Meek Mill – Tweaking Lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm, this is my brother
Yeah this is
My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my—

[Chorus: Vory & Meek Mill]
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor’ come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
‘Cause I’m too rich to pay hoes

[Verse: Meek Mill]
Old niggas hatin’ on the young niggas, damn
Young niggas wildin’ out, beefin’ on the ‘Gram
I just hope this money don’t make me lose who I am
It’s funny ’cause this money make me lose all my friends
They say “It’s something ’bout Meek Milly, he movin’ different than them”
It’s lil’ fish, I take ya bitch for a swim
The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain, I let it whisper to them
That 33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull
Niggas know I won’t fold, I been to war
Rap beef, street beef, really done did ’em all
I get money, fuck bitches, and I ball
My haters linkin’ over my haters, it’s ten of y’all
And y’all still couldn’t body me
Flow smoother than Wallaby
I do it so honorably
And y’all wonder why they proud of me
This shit is rare
Man, I had cops tryna lie on me
I caught a case at eighteen, they still was puttin’ time with me
But looky here, I bounce back like every time
I’m ’bout a dollar but on every dime
I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah
I get my Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time, ha
Catchin’ Ms and I been catchin’ tens
So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can’t trust a Benz
How could I ever trust a bitch when I done fucked her friends?
‘Cause I know when we go our ways she gon’ fuck my man
Damn, hate the game, not the players in it
They say you won’t respect a ho until you layin’ with her
And she on Versace sheets, pussy-playin’ with it
I’m out here rappin’ like I’m broke, you niggas playin’ with it (Ha)
In the studio, I don’t sleep
‘Cause every time I drop, I make a million every week
I’m in a Aston Martin truck, she don’t know if it’s car or Jeep
But she ain’t really trippin’ ’bout it ’cause all she know is she with Meek, shit get deep
Shit, it get deeper and deeper, that shit y’all talkin’ gettin’ cheaper and cheaper
I’m tired of hearin’ about y’all Pateks and them foreigns y’all leasin’
‘Cause I got mansions ’round the corner from each other and I don’t even see ’em
I gotta check ’em on camera just to make sure they good
And niggas had the nerve to tell me I don’t be in the hood, I don’t get it
Even if I did I wouldn’t be with it
I’m used to being on islands with like twenty-three bitches
I’m used to ridin’ ’round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches
Y’all niggas outside fifty deep, I’m with like two or three niggas in the mix
Deep down in it where y’all niggas ain’t allowed at
You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at?
My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he ain’t allowed back
I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back
I’m living out my dreams, yeah, these niggas haters
’21 Maybach fly by, see you later
They ain’t even here, they was quiet as a refrigerator
And I ain’t even want ’em to see me ’cause I was faded, for real

[Chorus: Vory & Meek Mill]
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor’ come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
‘Cause I’m too rich to pay hoes (Pay hoes)

Meek Mill – Ride For You Lyrics

[Chorus: Kehlani & Meek Mill]
Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (You know, you know)
Hit my phone, I’ma be there instantly (You know, you know)
I pray for us (I pray, I pray), pray your heart I’ll always keep (You know, you know, I pray my motherfuckin’ soul to keep)
Just know I’ma ride for you, baby (I’ma ride), slide for you, baby, just say you got me (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Westside shorty, last summer was a hot girl
But it don’t matter now, she my girl
A bucket list since you are my world
I introduced you to some other shit
Now you can’t relate if niggas not thorough or not real
I’ll tell you how I feel, but it’s a lot still
‘Cause I don’t even know how I feel
But I’ll kill for the love of the love you and I built
It’s ride or die still
Your bills turnin’ into my bills, shit done got real
It’s not fake, every other day another sky date
Fuck in the ’62s while we drivin’ on the highway
Condo with the views out in Seoul, know the fly way
Fuckin’ you from Monday all the way to Friday

[Chorus: Kehlani & Meek Mill]
Baby, you (You), oh, you were made for me (You were made for me, yeah, you know, you know)
Hit my phone, I’ma be there instantly (Be there instantly, you know, you know)
I pray for us (I pray, I pray), pray your heart I’ll always keep (Always keep, you know, you know, I pray my motherfuckin’ soul to keep)
Just know I’ma ride for you, baby (I’ma ride), slide for you, baby, just say you got me (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Told you that shit gon’ be forever, gon’ remember me
And every time you call, you know I’m pullin’ up instantly
Them diamonds on your arm gon’ shine forever, to infinity
So even if you leave, it’s lit forever, feel my energy, I still
‘Member fuckin’ you off Hennessy and wildin’ out
Deep all in it, tweakin’ in it, got you howlin’ out
Rich nigga, made me pull that Urus to your mama house
Them niggas on your mama block respect me, they see me hoppin’ out
For real, I used to fuck you, all my chains on
And listen to all your stories about your ex, some shit he ain’t doin’
I wasn’t really tryna hear it, but you sound pressed, like you was hangin’ on
I had to patch you up so many times, so baby, take it on you

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Baby, you, yeah, oh, you were made for me (Yeah, yeah)
Hit my phone, I’ma be there instantly (Be there instantly, you know, you know)
I pray for us, pray your heart I’ll always keep (Heart I’ll always keep)
Just know I’ma ride for you, baby (Ride for you, baby), slide for you, baby, just say you got me

[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin’ like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin’ like

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (You know, you know)
Hit my phone, I’ma be there instantly (You know, you know)
I pray for us, pray your heart I’ll always keep (You know, you know)
Just know I’ma ride for you, baby, slide for you, baby, just say you got me

[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin’ like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin’ like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin’ like

Meek Mill – On My Soul Lyrics

[Intro]
Sittin’ in the Phantom, countin’ money in the sun
Everybody in my hood know I’m the one
Made it out the trenches, leave ten million for my son
They said it’s the difference, it feel different how I come

[Chorus]
Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We be goin’ to the wars and I ain’t puttin’ up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain’t nothin’ that I, it ain’t nothin’ that I can’t hold
I’m gettin’ everything I aimed for
I’m gettin’ everything I aimed for
Bulletproof the Range Rove’, niggas be on angles
I done bought so many diamond chains, swear they get tangled
Promise any nigga sayin’ my name gon’ get mangled (Boom)

[Verse]
Same niggas ’round me gettin’ changed and they dangerous
Different colored riches in the pictures, Power Rangers
Come to fuckin’ these bitches and gettin’ this cash, no, we ain’t stainless
Two hundred on the dash, been through the hood like I ain’t famous
Sometimes I just be havin’ to vent though, I ain’t gon’ lie
A lot people still left here like
Everybody prayin’ I don’t go back, but it’s like, what you want me to do?
And leave my people?
And I can’t leave my people, got that eye of the eagle
My homie wanted the Bentley but he died in the Regal
And I ain’t never sell no heroin, auntie died from the needle
If you my opp, my daddy dyin’ to meet you
‘Cause I know the feeling when you fucked up and you lit
And nobody wan’ see you, but when you come up and you rich
Everybody believe you, they use me too, I got useless
Think that’s how I got even
Put my life on the line and sacrifice for my people

[Chorus]
Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We be goin’ to the wars and I ain’t puttin’ up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, l got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain’t nothin’ that I, it ain’t nothin’ that I can’t hold
I’m gettin’ everything I aimed for

[Outro]
Yeah, I’m gettin’ everything (Everything)
Bulletproof the Range Rove’, donut the Durango
Crazy all the shit that I obtain, I feel the same dose
My young nigga died in the streets lettin’ his flame go
And I think about it every night ‘fore I sleep, it make my brain go
(Thinkin’ about it every night when I sleep)
Got me cuddlin’ with my Glock when I sleep, can’t let my flame go
(Got me cuddlin’ with my Glock)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Put it on my soul

Meek Mill – Me (FWM) Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Fuckin’ with me, niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me (Niggas ain’t fuckin’—)
Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me, you niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Drop (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Flew her out on the first flight
Got that pussy the first night
Niggas say it’s war, then it’s on sight, gang, gang (Brrt)
Walk in this bitch with all this ice
I could’ve came through in a ‘Rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike, yeah (Man)
Countin’ these bands up, been fuckin’ my hands up (Fuck it up)
I was in Paris, I pay for the drill, hit your mans up (Brrt)
Big Glock 40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (Hold it up)
She was confused, like, “How you the G.O.A.T. in a Lamb’ truck? (She like, “What?”)
Fuckin’ this tall bitch from the back, say, “Stand up” (Woo)
Then put your motherfuckin’ face down, ass up
Nigga been rich too long for makin’ these songs, my nigga, it’s past luck
Fuckin’ this bitch too long, she offered a threesome and I just passed up
She wanna go in the ‘Rari (Too small)
I wanna rip in the Wraith (Let’s go)
I wanna look at thе stars (Stars), like I was hittin’ in space (Yeah)
Nigga, how you gеt back home? (How he get back?)
Take a look at his case (Check him out)
Said her period’s on (What happened?)
I put it on her face

[Chorus: Meek Mill & A$AP Ferg]
Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me, you niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me (Yeah, yeah, Harlem)
Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me, niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me (Meek Mill, what up?)
Twenty bad bitches goin’ up with the gang, they fuckin’ for free (Ooh-ooh)
You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin’ to me (Yeah)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Got a boss bitch, Dominican
Slim with the buns, cinnamon
Friend got the cake like Entenmann’s
East coast bitch in Timberlands (Yeah)
Dip with the set like Killa Cam
Hop on a jet and we get a tan
Like Mortal Kombat when she throw it back, her friends like, “Finish him” (Right)
Run up, gon’ flex, huh
It look like I’m looting in my closet, with the baguettes, huh
I just hit Will up with a deposit (Yeah), fill up my neck, huh
Lookin’ like light bugs sittin’ on my collar (Right)
We been stressed, huh, pull up with a mink, look like I am Chewbacca
Blocka-blocka, turned to shottas if them coppers try to pop us (Ferg)
Then go sit at John and Vinny’s, have some pasta with some mobsters (Yeah)
Swervin’ through Philly, I’m hangin’ with Billies and nobody really can stop us (Woo)
Bia, Bia, we throw dollars, got your Bia pussy poppin’ like
Bia, Bia, why you actin’ like a ho? Like a ho
Bia, Bia, why you actin’ like a ho? Like a ho
Bia, Bia, get yo’ eyes up off my dough, off my dough
Bia, Bia, get yo’ eyes up off my dough, off my dough (That’s right)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me, you niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me (Niggas ain’t fuckin’—)
Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me, niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me (They can’t touch us)
Twenty bad bitches goin’ up with the gang, they fuckin’ for free (Fuckin’ for free)
You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin’ to me
Bia, Bia

[Outro: Meek Mill]
Fuckin’ this bad bitch from the projects, her name Tia
Head was good, the best on earth like Russ and Bia
Nigga asked me did I see her, but I ain’t see her
But I did, ’cause she was tucked in the fahina
Spanish bitches goin’ up like la marina
She a hot girl and I’m hot too, jalapeño
We sell work and she wan’ work ’cause she a pinger
We gon’ serve that lil’ bitch
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Ed Sheeran – Shivers (Acoustic Version) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I took an arrow to the heart
I never kissed a mouth that tastes like yours
Strawberries and a somethin’ more
Ooh, yeah, I want it all
Lipstick on my guitar (Ooh)
Fill up the engine, we can drive real far
Go dancin’ underneath the stars
Ooh, yeah, I want it all
Mmm, you got me feelin’ like

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna be that guy, I wanna kiss your eyes
I wanna drink that smile, I wanna feel like I’m
Like my soul’s on fire, I wanna stay up all day and all night
Yeah, you got me singin’ like

[Chorus]
Ooh, I love it when you do it like that
And when you’re close up, give me thе shivers
Oh, baby, you wanna dance ’til the sunlight cracks
And whеn they say the party’s over, then we’ll bring it right back
And we’ll say, “Ooh, I love it when you do it like that”
And when you’re close up, give me the shivers
Oh, baby, you wanna dance ’til the sunlight cracks
And when they say the party’s over, then we’ll bring it right back

[Verse 2]
Into the car
On the back seat in the moonlit dark
Wrap me up between your legs and arms
Ooh, I can’t get enough
You know you could tear me apart (Ooh)
Put me back together and take my heart
I never thought that I could love this hard
Ooh, I can’t get enough
Mmm, you got me feelin’ like

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna be that guy, I wanna kiss your eyes
I wanna drink that smile, I wanna feel like I’m
Like my soul’s on fire, I wanna stay up all day and all night
Yeah, you got me singin’ like

[Chorus]
Ooh, I love it when you do it like that
And when you’re close up, give me the shivers
Oh, baby, you wanna dance ’til the sunlight cracks
And when they say the party’s over, then we’ll bring it right back
And we’ll say, “Ooh, I love it when you do it like that”
And when you’re close up, give me the shivers
Oh, baby, you wanna dance ’til the sunlight cracks
And when they say the party’s over, then we’ll bring it right back

[Bridge]
Baby, you burn so hot, you make me shiver
With the fire you got, this thing we started
I don’t want it to stop
You know you make me shiver, -er, -er
Baby, you burn so hot, you make me shiver
With the fire you got, this thing we started
I don’t want it to stop
You know you make me shiver
Yeah, you got me singin’ like

[Chorus]
Ooh, I love it when you do it like that
And when you’re close up, give me the shivers
Oh, baby, you wanna dance ’til the sunlight cracks
And when they say the party’s over, then we’ll bring it right back (Oh, no)
And we’ll say, “Ooh, I love it when you do it like that”
And when you’re close up, give me the shivers
Oh, baby, you wanna dance ’til the sunlight cracks
And when they say the party’s over, then we’ll bring it right back
Hey

Meek Mill – Love Train Lyrics

[Intro]
I only can tell you the truth
Yeah, uh

[Chorus]
I seen so many niggas switchin’, I had to cut ’em off
So many bitches actin’ different, we stopped fuckin’ raw
I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I’m like, “It’s up to y’all”
And you ain’t gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
‘Cause I heard they said I wasn’t feeling a thing
I’m in the studio all night, shit, I’m like, “What do you mean?”
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin’ the dream
‘Member we said we wouldn’t let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn’t believe (Believe)
And when niggas told me you was fuckin’, no, I couldn’t believe it

[Verse 1]
I tried to give you all my blessings, but you couldn’t receive it
‘Cause you was listenin’ to people that was listenin’ to people
I had to get up and leave you ’cause you couldn’t even see it
All this fame, turned into a monster, shit like Resident Evil
And once the love turn toxic, think it’s better I don’t see you
‘Cause I’ve been runnin’ up my millions, shit been revving my ego
I put my money ‘fore my bitches so we never get equal
‘Cause then the world keep turning, the money keep burning
Living and I’m learning, ain’t no bitches I’m concerned with
I seen everybody change on me ’bout some money
Learned to get rich, came home, niggas actin’ funny, I can’t cut it
I’m just strappin’ and I ain’t talkin’
Swear to God, none of y’all niggas better not grab for my coffin
Swear to God, bad bitches playing Simon Says when I’m talkin’
And I can’t say I’m runnin’ them trenches when I ain’t walkin’

[Chorus]
I seen so many niggas switchin’, I had to cut ’em off
So many bitches actin’ different, we stopped fuckin’ raw
I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I’m like, “It’s up to y’all”
And you ain’t gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
‘Cause I heard they said I wasn’t feeling a thing
I’m in the studio all night, shit, I’m like, “What do you mean?”
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin’ the dream
‘Member we said we wouldn’t let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn’t believe (Believe)
And when niggas told me you was fuckin’, no, I couldn’t believe it

[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh
Let me give you some game, how you gon’ maintain?
‘Cause niggas that hit it talk like bitches and they be saying things
And I know y’all booed up and that’s cool, but did you know things change?
And you a good girl, but I seen good girls go play the same game
Turn to bad girls and make niggas rearrange things
And everything just turn into a blame game
Look at it like a watch, she could be a nice watch, you could get a plain Jane
You take that same watch, bust it down, it ain’t worth the same thing
But it’s gon’ shine when the lights hit it, a little bling-bling
You add some diamonds to it, get a little shine into it
But think about it, take a good girl, add some wildin’ to it
That’s like a bust down Rollie, don’t hold no value to it
And now you at the jeweler tryna trade it in
‘Cause time is money, gotta watch what you spend
You can’t make it again
I’ve been down this road with too many hoes and I can’t take it again
Take me
Take me away, take me away, all my pain expensive
I got people tryna take me out like I ain’t help invent ’em
Smell the venom like Baccarat and money on the menu
And I’ll never cross nobody that helped me to a million
Why you even finessin’? I wasn’t even checkin’
Look at yourself, bitin’ the hand that gave you extra
Niggas tryna leave me for dead, but this ain’t checkers
I act like I don’t notice and then I bring it to your chest up
To the neck up
Aimin’ at your head soon as I catch up
Too many millions, social media don’t impress us
Too many feelings while I’m rappin’, hope I don’t mess up

[Chorus]
I seen so many niggas switchin’, I had to cut ’em off
So many bitches actin’ different, we stopped fuckin’ raw
I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I’m like, “It’s up to y’all”
And you ain’t gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
‘Cause I heard they said I wasn’t feeling a thing
I’m in the studio all night, shit, I’m like, “What do you mean?”
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin’ the dream
‘Member we said we wouldn’t let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn’t believe (Believe)
And when niggas told me you was fuckin’, no, I couldn’t believe it

Meek Mill – Love Money Lyrics

[Intro]
If you know I did it for you, why you ain’t pay me back? (Why you ain’t pay me back?)
Why I gotta tell you I love you so you can say it back?
Let the people manipulate you and it made you crack
Every time that you said you needed me, I gave you racks

[Chorus]
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love, ain’t no love, left with my money (Ain’t no love, left with my money, ain’t no love, left with my money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin’ busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin’ a hundred (Ride or diе through the trenches likе I live in the hood)

[Verse 1]
I took them shackles off my wrist and then I made it ice (Let’s go)
Same people crossed me say they sorry, but they ain’t even make it right
I go to sleep with one eye of open, it’s like a way of life
‘Cause in them streets, you gotta keep it rollin’ like we playin’ dice (No crappin’ out)
Niggas can’t figure me out, I be on everything
You should see how it get in the house, it look like Medellin
Gold chopper sit on the couch, smokin’ on better things (Brrt)
They seen I had holes in my heart and they tried let it bleed
Pastor sewed it up, I’m goin’ up, now niggas texting me
People that I grew up with and they switched couldn’t even get next to me
Do a favor for ’em, see if they real just like my specialty
Knowin’ I don’t even need to pay back, shit like a test for me (Shit like a test for me)
Niggas testin’ me (Niggas testin’ me)
Knowin’ they the one that I made specially (Know that)
My mama crib like a million, my grandma crib like a buildin’, I only put it on the ‘Gram to give you the recipe

[Chorus]
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love, ain’t no love left on my money (Ain’t no love on my money, it’s just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin’ busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin’ a hundred (Ride or die, ride or die)

[Verse 2]
Too much money comin’ in, I don’t even count it
Maybach and the Cullinan, I don’t even drive it
None of y’all niggas can’t tell me I ain’t solid
Assassination of my character ’cause I told you I ain’t got it
Took some millions and I buried in them in so long that I forget ’em
Took my family and I carried us, brought us all up from the bottom
How you gon’ say that I forgot you?
All them times I had to spot you
The only thing is ’bout a bitch that I done hit or made swallow
Know my dad died as a rival, but I’m still proud of my father
So I put Prada on his baby mama
And I had to tell my youngin in the trenches, “Don’t you ever take no risks, you gon’ spend it on designer” (On designer)
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love, ain’t no love left on this money (On this money)
It’s just blood left on this money
Blood on these bitches
Blood on the diamonds, blood on the back of the twenties
Showed too much love, he got whacked in December

[Chorus]
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love, ain’t no love left on my money (Ain’t no love on my money, it’s just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin’ busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin’ a hundred (Ride or die, ride or die)

Meek Mill – Hot Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
(KJ, what you got goin’ on, man?)
(Eza on the beat, he cooked that shit)
Fourth quarter
I ain’t even gon’ lie, man, I’ve been on some shit, lately
For real
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I walk in the spot (Steppin’)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I’m gettin’ a lot
She give me the twat (Give me that)
Been countin’ that pussy, I’m gettin’ a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back ’til it’s twistin’ my sight
You know that I’m hot (Hot, hot, hot)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, this that city boy shit (Real city)
This shit crazy, we ain’t evеn kiss, I put some shit on her wrist (Let’s gеt it)
Shit was amazing, welcome the Lord’s magic, flick of the wrist (Brr)
Pocket a chop’ right next to the drop, you can’t even pick up the shit
I gotta take a flick of this shit (Let’s go)
I know my haters be sick of this shit
I put a bitch on a bitch (On a bitch)
Wake in the morning, I look in the mirror, it’s crazy, I’m really this rich (Shit crazy)
Feedin’ my children and makin’ my millions, I’m really as real as it gets (For real)
Poppin’ them wheelies and shit
I got a Glock with a ten on that shit and a switch on that shit, know we been on that shit
You know my niggas be sendin’ that shit, we be goin’ to war, we be winnin’ that shit
We be spinnin’ that shit, we be bendin’ that shit, we be gettin’ that money and spendin’ that shit
Fives and tens and twenties, we never don’t count ’em, we give ’em to women and shit
I be drummin’ on jet with my members and shit, everybody in my hood gon’ remember this shit (Yeah)
Swear to God that my hood gon’ remember this shit
We can go back and forth like it’s tennis lil’ bitch, I don’t go back and forth with no women and shit
Yeah, if we start it, you know we gon’ finish it, yeah

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I walk in the spot (Ooh)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I’m gettin’ a lot
She give me the twat (Mmm, mmm)
Been countin’ that pussy, I’m gettin’ a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back ’til it’s twistin’ my sight
You know that I’m hot (Hot, hot, hot)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Hmm, hotter than juvie in ’99 (Bah)
Drippin’ Dior to my heel, pull up and hop out the whip to a lot of eyes (On me)
I put this shit on, for real, mixin’ top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (Ghetto)
Really like fuck these niggas, I gave ’em a couple tries, now I’m cuttin’ ties (Fuck)
This my life, your entertainment, I want the money, fuck bein’ famous
Why is you fifty-three, still bangin’? (Huh?) Sick of these niggas, put me in containment
Umbrella in the Rolls case it rain, goin’ wherever the money take me (Grr)
All this forever, don’t it never change, don’t think about it but I miss her brain (On God)
Hit the switch, let the stick blow, to ride this wave, you need a big boat
Poppin’ shit ’cause I was piss poor, hotter than grandmama Crisco (Go)
I taught my niggas to move a lil’ smooth (Why?), you can’t even tell what the feds sayin’ (Spy)
I’m in DC with a red skin, big FN

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I walk in the spot (Steppin’)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I’m gettin’ a lot
She give me the twat (Give me that)
Been countin’ that pussy, I’m gettin’ a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back ’til it’s twistin’ my sight
You know that I’m hot (Hot, hot, hot)

Meek Mill – Halo Lyrics

[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]
Should I just wear a halo?
‘Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels)
Should I just wear a halo? (Mhm)
‘Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels, yeah, angels)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah
I’ve been grindin’ all my life, chasin’ dreams
Not really payin’ attention what it do to my health
And I could tell you that this life ain’t what it seems
But no matter what it is, I stay true to myself
I say, “Young nigga rumble and stay humble through the fake shit”
All this money and bad bitches, I’m in the matrix
Tryna be successful and still fighting open cases
At times I get angry at God, like, “Why you take Nip?”
Got me losin’ hope in the hood, I’m feelin’ hatrеd
From niggas that look just like me, same color facеs
She say she ain’t fuck in a year, I told her taste it
She did it on the first night, and I’m lookin’ for my first wife
Tryna find trust in my heart, but it don’t work right
Think I’m gettin’ numb to the pain, ’cause it don’t hurt right
I just wanna go to my hood, wheelie a dirt bike
And post up on the block with the ones that think that I forgot how we was standin’ on the corner with them Glocks
But I know, if I go back to that corner, I’ll get shot
Or get robbed, in a box to make me fade away
I miss y’all too but this my calling to go pave a way, for real

[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]
Should I just wear a halo?
‘Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels)
Should I just wear a halo? (Mhm)
‘Cause I already know too many angels (Know too many angels, yeah, angels)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah
And everybody competin’ on social media
Shit is fake, all it did was make us greedier
I got it all, and I be still feelin’ needier
Tryna shine for all the times they ain’t believe in us
So I kinda relate when I see you bein’ fake
Shorty take that makeup off, I wanna see your face
Standin’ in the club, poppin’ bottles, sippin’ Ace
Lookin’ at the people, lookin’ at me like I’m straight
Knowin’ I’ve been goin’ through some shit that I don’t speak about
Lately I’ve been stressin’ ’bout, man, fuck it, I’ma leave it out
Let ’em know my business, they gon’ judge me, fuck it, keep ’em out
I been soul searchin’ all alone, diggin’ deeper now
Tryna find my truth, dream chasin’ as a youth
Last night, shit, I was stressin’, I woke up and bought a coupe
Put it on the ‘Gram and made a caption, that was cool
But I feel better when I’m pickin’ Papi up from school
Just chillin’ with my mind, this feel better than when I’m chillin’ with the dawgs, I know
All these hoes they ain’t really on my side and I know
Say you’re my bro, but he ain’t really down to slide
And it’s a few that got my back, and I could feel it in my spine
And we gon’ chase these dreams
Pray the money never make me change
But I got two just to make these lanes
‘Cause it’s gon’ make me aim even higher than ever
Sincerely yours, you know I’m grindin’ forever

[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]
Should I just wear a halo?
(‘Cause I already) ‘Cause I already know too many angels
Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)
(‘Cause I already) ‘Cause I already know too many angels

[Outro: Brent Faiyaz]
Though it gets hard for me, gotta make a living (A living)
Nigga got mouths to feed, can’t turn up missing
Niggas do wrong by me, I’m unforgiving
Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)

Meek Mill – Expensive Pain Lyrics

[Intro]
Zone, I got lights in this bitch, turn me up somethin’ Cruz
Jim in this bitch, Ellis in this bitch, wassup?
Uh
I bought the Richie for a quarter but I sold it for a nickel
(Hold on, lemme hit the blunt)
I’m bringin’ real niggas home, shit, I’m the realest, it’s official
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
When I start stressin’, I get bored, might spend a million, that shit tickle
On a threeway, me and Slow, he caught L’s and we both pick ’em
In the cell but you can’t tell that we in the jail
‘Cause we don’t feel no pain unless them kids say in vain that I miss you
If you my dawg, I’m tryna put you on the shit that I’m on
Super drippy, made the Patek match the kicks I got on
Totin’ the sеmi-automatic, ain’t no pushin’ me, dawg
Time bomb, niggas tickin’ me off
Look at thе skyline from the penthouse, like Walt Disney, dawg
Send her to the mall and tell her, “Get some Dior”
Made her text her best friend, she said, “He Christian Dior”
And the crazy part about it, there wasn’t shit in the yard
Shit, I been winnin’ a long time, I know they sick of me, y’all
Got me switchin’ up my flow again, switchin’ up my hoe again
E’rrybody been changin’, got me switchin’ up my bro again
My dawg did his bid, he came back home and switched his pole again
And I ain’t even wanna tell him to slide, he tryna go again
Once he got active, I said, “Go again,” yeah
King in my trenches, I’m not active, all I know is when
Tote the blower, this like oh to ten, yeah

[Chorus]
And this expensive pain
When you ridin’ through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin’ on the bitch you claim knowin’ some rich niggas hittin’
It’ll never be the same, this expensive pain
This expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money, I seen some niggas change, expensive pain
A million on the Richard, and it’s plain
And it’s crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames
These Cartiers, I’m with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask ’bout me in Starlets, shit, I used to ball in there

[Verse 2]
Shit, I been throwin’ paper since Bernice was goin’ hard in there, no kizzy
Yeah, expensive bitches, more money, more riches
Cops get behind us, we start takin’ all switches
Niggas bein’ nice, but we don’t be in y’all business
Shit, how you think we always end up bein’ in y’all bitches?
This is the same feelin’ that you get like when you a kid on Christmas
I just knocked down a lil’ celeb’ and I was on her hit list
And I ain’t been rappin’, I been trappin’, tryna learn my business
They thought I fell off, but they well off
I gotta keep my name worth more than money and gold
Remain humble around my people ’cause I don’t spoil my soul
And I keep my dreams before fame and all these funny lil’ hoes
‘Cause I got two sons that’s kings and they like three lil’ bros
And they want everything they cop, I order them clothes
Gotta watch for everything, that dot’ll spoil your ghost
And I be partyin’ with people that got the word of control
‘Cause they know I got the influence you can feel in your soul
This is culture currency, money shit don’t ever worry me
Gotta have my chopper in front of this bitch, this shit been gettin’ embarrassin’
She seen me cuddle with my stick, said, “Boy, you need some therapy”
And I can’t lie, I prolly do, ’cause I still have dreams of niggas airin’ me
It ain’t no fuckin’ fear in me
I let bad bitches fuckin’ share me, and they love it, clearly
Used to fit eighty in them pockets, now we dub America
Besides, just cut the Cullinan up like I know culinary, yeah

[Chorus]
And this expensive pain
When you ridin’ through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin’ on the bitch you claim knowin’ some rich niggas hittin’
It’ll never be the same, this expensive pain
This expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money, I seen some niggas change, expensive pain
A million on the Richard, and it’s plain
And it’s crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames
These Cartiers, I’m with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask about me in Starlets, I used to ball in there

[Outro]
See that girl right there?
I can see it in her eyes, she’s a Dreamchaser

Meek Mill – Angels (RIP Lil Snupe) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
When Snupe died, I was high, shit, I ain’t get to feel it
And I can’t lie, I been on my mind and I ain’t hear this killin’
Too many guys been switchin’ sides, it’s only gettin’ realer
Look in my eyes, when you see fire, turn me to a villain (Dougie on the beat)
All the money deals made me stress more
Made it out the hood, they think I’m blessed more
Seen my brother’s true colors, ain’t have a check for ’em
And when it come to my mother, don’t even chеck on
Money and violence, I’m likе, “Fuck it, we wildin’”
Whether my dawg was right or wrong, shit, I’m like, “Fuck we, we slidin’”
Sometimes I need to be alone or go to an island and clear my mind up
And you can’t cry ’bout that street shit once you sign up
My homie called me ’bout some cash, it fucked my mind up
Niggas was bitin’ down my back, it fucked my spine up
You ain’t even tell me that them niggas said they tryna rob us, you tryna slime us
Trust gettin’ lower as the money go up
Heart gettin’ colder, I’ve been very sober
When they say the opps died, we ain’t trippin’, we like, “So what?”
We ain’t here to keep your name alive ’cause we know that it’s over
It’s over
It’s over (Haha)
It’s over

[Chorus]
They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin’ go and he will spin ’til he dizzy
Feelin’ lucky to be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know his life from the beginning
Thought I was losin’, they was switchin’ sides
They tried to win and we winnin’, yeah

[Verse 2]
Snakes in the grass, no hesitation, run ’em over
So I ain’t even notice when I ran over a cobra
You was supposed to be my brother, in the trenches we was soldiers
And problems breakin’ down, but now my Phantom got a chauffer
And I done bulletproofed the Rover
I can’t trust nobody, I can’t even invite nobody over
Perkies in my body, I feel less heavy when I’m sober
I did this for my family, I hope this money bring us closer
(Hope this money bring us closer)
Hope this money bring us closer
Whole lot of stuff been on my shoulders, niggas thought that it was over
I’ve been doin’ my thing all quarantine, tryna clean my soul up
Niggas askin’ when I’m droppin’, shit, I was tryna get some closure
I was tryna see who with me in my darkest deepest moments
See my feelings, I won’t want it

[Chorus]
They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin’ go and he will spin ’til he dizzy
Feelin’ lucky to be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know his life from the beginning
Thought I was losin’, they was switchin’ sides
They tried to win and we winnin’, yeah

Lil Wayne, Rich The Kid & YG – Buzzin’ Lyrics

Trust fund baby
Trust fund, mmhmm

I’m that nigga, Slime that nigga
Five that nigga, Five that nigga
Find that nigga dead
On his head I left a shiny nickel
Shiny blicka, counterfeit
Tiny trigger
Trigger finger ain’t even itchin’
Kind of tickle, I’m a sicko

Honolulu with my new new
Rockin’ MuMu like it’s FuBu
Red everything but Bluetooth
On your grave I do the juju
Mhmm
Look at my chain, it’s bussin’
Drip on Usain, it’s runnin’
She give me brain that’s skully
She drunk a Wayne McFlurry
Mmm and I’m on a Xan buzzin’
I’ma machine gun ’em
That money machine runnin’
Them niggas know we ain’t runnin’
That washin’ machine money
I’m talkin’ ’bout clean money
I’m talkin’ ’bout me and money
All of my bees buzzin’
Zero degrees buzzin’
What do that mean?
Buzzin’ that mean that this shit is a breeze for me
I be on them trees feelin’ like the mothafuckin’ chimpanzees buzzin’
It’s zero degrees and I might squeeze if you sneeze buzzin’

Pass me the cup, buzzin’
I need the lean buzzin’
She fucked the whole team buzzin’
The choppa got beam buzzin’
I do not bang nothin’
My bro got the bitches comin’
That’s the bro, yeah that’s the buzzer
Like a bee, I’m really buzzin’

That ain’t my bitch, I let her fucked the brozallini
I went to Elian, I bought a ring of VVs
Buzzin’ be trappin’, rappin’
On the block, but the boys stay cappin’
Netflix how that boy keep actin’
Buzzin’ with me and you know he bustin’
Yeah, we buzzin’
I’m with my buzzer
They’re like where’d you get your chain that shit bussin’
Yeah, don’t worry ’bout that splash
Hundred racks, that’s lil boy cash
Two hundred on the big boy dash
Heard buzzer trippin’, he don’t get no pass
Mhmm
Money on me now like mhmm
Bet she want a bag mhmm
Rollie bustin’ and the buzzer got one too
Buzzin’ got the magic coupe

Pass me the cup, buzzin’
I need the lean buzzin’
She fucked the whole team buzzin’
The choppa got beam buzzin’
I do not bang nothing
My bro got the bitches comin’
That’s the bro, yeah that’s the buzzer
Like a bee, I’m really buzzin’

Ok, I’m really bloodin’
Go down with the blicky, fuck it
I rather get caught with somethin’
I can’t be Ricky runnin’
On the opps we huntin’
Ya’ll never score ya’ll puntin’
I like my hoes disgustin’
On my way, your bitch I’m comin’ (Take that, take that, take that)
You like savin’ hoes, you a hoarder
We cross out the opps, we be crossin’ boarders
Su gang I be sendin’ orders
Su gang red rags on my daughter

Pass me the cup, buzzin’
I need the lean buzzin’
She fucked the whole team buzzin’
The choppa got beam buzzin’
I do not bang nothin’
My bro got the bitches comin’
That’s the bro, yeah that’s the buzzer
Like a bee, I’m really buzzin’

Mmhmm
I’m that nigga, Slime that nigga
Five that nigga, Five that nigga
Find that nigga dead
On his head I left a shiny nickel
Shiny blicka, counterfeit
Tiny trigger
Trigger finger ain’t even itchin’
Kind of tickle, I’m a sicko
Mmhmm

Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid – Still Lyrics

Uh, trust fund baby
Lump sums baby
Got a bunch of ’em baby
Not some money baby
Got much money baby
Brrp brrp, the money comin’ baby
By the dump truck baby

Young Money baby
Tryna’ fuck someone baby
Boutta run something baby
I’m over here havin’ too much fun baby
That ho dreamin’ havin’ my trust fund baby
Gotta suck something baby
What’s up, baby?
What that talk ’bout? Run that tongue for me, baby
Yeah, give me some head for some bread
Ooh, that’s lunch money baby
Rich nigga screamin’ out, “Fuck money, baby”
Like what money, baby?
Blood gang baby, that’s blood money baby
Love got her own money, love money baby
Laughin’ to the bank now, no words for the baby

Tell ’em hush lil baby, I don’t trust nothing baby
Fuck that shit, I’ll bust one, baby
Got a few guns baby, not onе gun baby
Need two cups baby, not one cup baby
You done blew up baby, I donе fucked already
But we could keep that between just us, baby
Shh I done said too much, huh, baby?
Frrr, I done made too much, huh, baby?

Still in the coupe goin’ crazy
Not the Vette, that’s a Lamb baby
Blockin’ these bitches like spam baby
Swipin’ my card, I got scams baby
I pull up with Tunechi like Weezy baby
She asked for my kid and I told her, “Maybe”
That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes
Bitch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby

Still in the coupe goin’ crazy
Not the Vette, that’s a Lamb baby
Blockin’ these bitches like spam baby
Swipin’ my card I got scams baby
I pull up with Rich, he a soldier baby
She asked for my kid and I told her, “Maybe”
That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes
Bitch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby

My kid get a trust fund
I got rich and bought more guns
I been shootin’ like James Bond
Help me up I had no bond
I fucked a bitch now she rich
Plain Patek on her wrist
If I fuck her it’s a risk
Goin’ raw, tryna’ miss
Pull it out and tell her kiss it

Still in the coupe goin’ crazy
Not the Vette, that’s a damn McLaren
I pull up with Weezy, your baby starin’
Bitch colder than the chain, than the ice I’m wearin’
How I turned to a martyr I don’t do no carin’
I just caught a million dawg, need a veterinarian
I’m a real deal boss, ain’t no damn comparin’
Half a million Plain Pateks, I don’t even wear ’em
Fuck her from the back and smack it
Good pussy, I’m a addict
Bought a Benz and then she matte it
Lunch money, I’m her daddy
Throw it back, she got a fatty
Baby mama get a new Benz
Came with my chopper, I got no friends
It’s a triple stack, I was rollin’
Pop a pill and break her back in

These niggas be actin’
Tell your bitch ’cause you really were lackin’
I ain’t stressed out, I’m really relaxin’
Pinky armour, money be stackin’
Young nigga tryna catch a Kardashian
Drop off baby then I end up crashin’
Can’t love a ho, I’ma end up passin’
In the coupe goin’ crazy like still
Young nigga, Fresh Prince like Will, for real

Still in the coupe goin’ crazy
Not the Vette, that’s a Lamb baby
Blockin’ these bitches like spam baby
Swipin’ my card I got scams baby
I pull up with Tunechi like Weezy baby
She asked for my kid and I told her, “Maybe”
That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes
Bitch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby

Still in the coupe goin’ crazy
Not the vette, that’s a Lamb baby
Blockin’ these bitches like spam baby
Swipin’ my card I got scams baby
I pull up with Rich he a soldier baby
She asked for my kid and I told her, “Maybe”
That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes
Bitch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby

Goin’ brazy

Kent Jones – Bout That Lyrics

[Intro: Kent Jones]
Ayy, I just wanna thank God
Ayy, for all the blessings
Ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kent Jones]
On my momma, on my hood (My hood)
I get high, I look good (Look good)
Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (Bitch full)
All about mine and I got it out the mud
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

[Chorus: Kent Jones]
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (Got that)
We was hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (Count racks)
For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
I’m ’bout that
‘Bout that, ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Yeah (Maybach Music)
Livin’ like a movie, Eddie Murphy checks (Uh)
Holyfield crib, Eddie Murphy necks (Uh)
Heavy diamonds on me and the turtle necks (Turtle necks)
[?] murders that’s dodgin’ and robbin’, givin’, it’s time that we start to live it (Uh)
Couple bottles and got us a pot to piss in (Yeah)
Couple models and [?] the clubs to get in (Ooh)
Call this [?] party until the [?] turn thе block to holy ground
The choppas’ll hold me down (Hold me down)
Big boots, all whitе like Bobby Brown (Grr)
Big smoke, they smell it from out in Bronx
West Coast, they mail it all by the pounds (The biggest)
Kent Jones, my nigga, gon’ get this crown (Gon’ get this crown)
Big [?], I pray this [?] now (Lord)
Double R, the bitches they get around (Ooh)
Twenty cars/guard, them brothers we can’t [?], sit down

[Pre-Chorus: Kent Jones & Rick Ross]
On my momma, on my hood (My hood, It’s the Biggest)
I get high, I look good (Look good, M-Maybach Music)
Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (Bitch full)
All about mine and I got it out the mud
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

[Chorus: Kent Jones]
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (Got that)
We was hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (Count racks)
For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
I’m ’bout that
‘Bout that, ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

[Verse 2: Kent Jones]
I remember all them days we couldn’t eat proper (Eat proper)
Ramen noodles on the stove, now we eatin’ pasta (Eatin’ pasta)
Never hate on nobody, but don’t wait on nobody
Firecrackers, I don’t give a fuck, we in the streets poppin’ (Streets poppin’)
We ’bout that
Everybody gon’ take an M, I don’t count that (Yeah)
Write a blank reality check, and watch it bounce back (Yeah)
We was [?] without rat
Don’t know where me and my niggas would be without that
[?] with my main, ain’t gotta work no more
Couple M’s with no degree, got my diploma
It broke my heart when I was on my dick, on couches at home
I wish a nigga would have the nerve to tell me, “Be humble”
I’m ’bout my son and his kids, kids [?] his uncle
[?] on my [?] and everything I love was part of the stressin’
Had to do it again just in case they thought I was lucky
From the bottom of the [?], and now we goin’ global

[Pre-Chorus: Kent Jones]
On my momma, on my hood (My hood)
I get high, I look good (Look good)
Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (Bitch full)
All about mine and I got it out the mud
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

[Chorus: Kent Jones]
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (Got that)
We was hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (Count racks)
For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
I’m ’bout that
‘Bout that, ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

Connect-R feat BRUJA – To The Max

Pe atac de cum intru
Iluminatoare-i calea mea
Vezi in calibru
Freestyle, Love, Free Fire
Rock in microfon
Volum la bas,
Nu crapa ceas
Asa ca-l dau la max
Nu ma lua cu “pretty please”
Nu te menajez, bro
Te gauresc dinadins
Cum se da Start, Go
Enchante
Ma numesc Miss Revolver
Garena in casa
Reprezint mare shooter
Better bow down
AK M4A1 M14 SMG
Prea fire
Dai in planset
Skinu crem ca Zendaya
Va scot din joc
Uite d-aia
Ca tu te bati cu tigaia
“Te bag la cazan”
Baby, I’ll give you some
Nu stam cu looserii
Noi batem nu latram
Rup baraca, copile
In practica si teorie
Riffle-u nu-i de hartie
Riffle-u nu-i jucarie

Sar banii cand impusc playeri
Dar defapt sunt NPC-uri
Sunt ok, sunt in rage mode
Sunt ok c-am sacu’ in spate
Am arme cu de toate

Shot down!

Refren: Connect-R
M A X
O dau la maxim la fiecare pas
M A X
Stii ca nivelul meu nu-nseamna doar max
M A X
C-o dau la maxim la fiecare pas
M A X
Stii ca nivelul meu nu-nseamna doar max

[Connect-R:]
It’s my time to shine, tu o sa fii de ras, ha
Bag fire in fraieri, stai ca-i arde rau, ha
Am 5 stele, tintele-s like
Sub piele am piele de invincible, yo
Stii ca nu ma las eu, n-am cum
Am o strategie care nu dezamageste
Fiindca fac io totul
Trag io totul
Stii ca nimeni nu ma-nlocuieste
Am 1000 de motive sa spun ca esti nebun
Cum sa stai tu fata-n fata fix cu ala mai bun?
Eu plec ca din tun
Atentie toate pisicutele: stop
L-ati trezit pe leu, labele pe bot
Nu-i loc in top
Nu va sufar deloc
Ce inseamna top?
Citeste invers, vezi ‘pot’
I pray for you
Cum sa-ti port ura cand iti port doliu?
Prea B-I-G, ii spunem notoriu
Nu te mai tripa daca stii ca tipa ta imi pune mereu shotgun
‘Booyah!’
Fiindca fixez tinta
Nu te ajuta echipa
Prin padure
Now run, Forest, run!

Refren: Connect-R
M A X
O dau la maxim la fiecare pas
M A X
Stii ca nivelul meu nu-nseamna doar max
M A X
C-o dau la maxim la fiecare pas
M A X
Stii ca nivelul meu nu-nseamna doar max

JUNO X Raluka – Doua inimi

Din doua inimi, una va ceda

Eu stiu doar sa tip,
Tu nu stii oricum s-asculti
Pe motive ieftine
Ma iei la bani marunti
Iar ne-am spart un pic
Calcam cioburi descult
Iti amintesti de rau
De bine uiti.
E deja o vreme de cand tu nu ai culoare
Ai doar alb in fata, insa nu dai semn de pace
Ne tot dam iertare pana cad in nepasare
Ramane competitie, pe unul va durea mai tare
Pe care oare?

Refren:
Din doua inimi, una va ceda
Dar nu stiu daca a mea sau a ta?
Cineva o sa sufere mai are cand se va termina
Stiu deja ca o sa vina ziua aia-n care unul va pleca
Din doua inimi, una va ceda
Dar nu stiu daca a mea sau a ta?
Cineva o sa sufere mai are cand se va termina
Stiu deja ca o sa vina ziua aia-n care unul va pleca

Varsam pahar val cu val
Ochii mei au un har
Vad doar adevar
Si atunci cand nu prea mai vad clar
Stam pe jar
Asteptam sa cada unul
Sa fuga de celalalt
Nesiguri chiar
Mai multe sanse sigure daca arunc un zar

E deja o vreme de cand tu nu ai culoare
Ai doar alb in fata, insa nu dai semn de pace
Ne tot dam iertare pana cad in nepasare
Ramane competitie, pe unul va durea mai tare
Pe care oare?

Refren:
Din doua inimi, una va ceda
Dar nu stiu daca a mea sau a ta?
Cineva o sa sufere mai are cand se va termina
Stii deja ca o sa vina ziua aia-n care unul va pleca

Am facut greseli care ne dor
Nu scoti asa pete nici cu clor
Daca inchid ochii simt ca simti
Ca te pacalesti si ca te minti

Daca nu intorci du-te in dor
Ca durerea pare adevar
Tind sa cred ca ne va salva
Ziua-n care unul va mai putea.

Refren:
Din doua inimi, una va ceda
Dar nu stiu daca a mea sau a ta?
Cineva o sa sufere mai are cand se va termina
Stim deja ca o sa vina ziua aia-n care unul va pleca
Din doua inimi, una va ceda
Dar nu stiu daca a mea sau a ta?
Cineva o sa sufere mai are cand se va termina
Stim deja ca o sa vina ziua aia-n care unul va pleca

Video oficial: JUNO X Raluka – Doua inimi

League Of Legends – Burn It All Down Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This ain’t where the legends come from
You’re not what a hero looks like
Pretty little flower, won’t you sit back down and go play nice?

[Refrain]
Keep talking, keep laughing
One day you’ll wish you hadn’t
All the people want fire, fire
Maybe it’s time they meet their dragon

[Pre-Chorus]
If you’re gonna hold me down
And you’re not gonna let me in
Into your castle walls
None of you can keep them

[Chorus]
‘Cause if I gotta
Bu-bu-burn it all down
Then we’ll burn it all down
My oh my look at who end up bigger this time
And if I gotta
B-b-break it all down
Then let’s break it all down
Bye, bye, bye
Playing with fire
And we burn it all down

[Verse 2]
This is where the bruises come from
This is when the game gets ugly
These blood, sweat, tears keep running
Licking my plate ’cause I’m so hungry

[Refrain]
Keep talking, keep laughing
One day you’ll see what happens
All the people want fire, fire
It’s about time they meet their dragon

[Pre-Chorus]
If you’re gonna hold me down
And you’re not gonna let me in
Into your castle walls
None of you can keep them

[Chorus]
‘Cause if I gotta
Bu-bu-burn it all down
Then we’ll burn it all down
My oh my look at who end up bigger this time
And if I gotta
B-b-break it all down
Then let’s break it all down
Bye, bye, bye
Playing with fire
And we burn it all down

[Bridge]
It starts right now
Baby, you’re surrounded
Put your money where your mouth is
Bury your doubts under the ground
And they gonna watch you step over the ashes
Right now I’m taking my turn with the matches

[Chorus]
‘Cause if I gotta
Bu-bu-burn it all down
Then we’ll burn it all down
My oh my look at who end up bigger this time
And if I gotta
B-b-break it all down
Then let’s break it all down
Bye, bye, bye
Playing with fire
And we burn it all down

Young Thug – I’m One of Those Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
FN on my side from the stage back to the studio ([?] on the track)
I told her come in and I caught her just like Julio
I love the way you kiss on me and pout every time I go
I just wanna know do you love me ’til we go?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You want a real nigga, I’m just one of those (On God)
I’m just one of those, I’m just one of those (One)
I need a trill ho and she with all smoke (All smoke)
I need one of those, I need one of those (I need one)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
You get the black card, baby (Card)
Ball everyday until your feet hurt, baby
Runnin’ out of drugs, think I need nurses, baby, your knees hurt
Giuseppe Zanotti all your heels until your feet hurt

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Told you them bitches wasn’t your friends, only in God you trust
You never could be a slut, you told me never give up
I drive the car and you bust, I drop the top, drop your skirt
Shit, I ain’t gon’ fuck for no purse, like Spider Man, watch it squirt
Black card, plaques and them red cars blue (Yeah)
Every single color, I can Crayon you
I can feature you in a ménage, yeah
“Give me more, daddy,” that’s what your trois say
She wanna hear more ’bout where I’m from and my child’s play
Told her I ran it up fast and I didn’t do no race
Up on these crooked ass cops and that’s what they really hate (They really hate)
He told me, “Hand up in the air,” the gun in my face

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You want a real nigga, I’m just one of those
I’m just one of those, I’m just one of those
I need a trill ho and she with all smoke
I need one of those, I need one of those

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
You get the black card, baby (Card)
Ball everyday until your feet hurt, baby
Runnin’ out of drugs, think I need nurses, baby, your knees hurt
Giuseppe Zanotti all your heels until your feet hurt

[Verse 2: FN DaDealer]
Thousand dollar Birkins, you deserve it, you kept it real for certain
You was right there when I lost it all when everybody closed the curtain
Turnt you up, I taught you how ball, you got these bitches hurtin’
Deep inside your walls, I’ll make you talk, I got you cummin’ early
She only fuck with them real niggas, I only fuck with them trill bitches
If I got a problem, I go and I pop me a seal, that’s just how I deal with it
She don’t like the fact that I hang around killers, I told her she just gotta deal with it
This the life of a real nigga, this the life of a real hitter, yeah
Couple niggas switched up, they ain’t real, I guess it is what it is
I ain’t speakin’ for them other niggas, fuck them other niggas, I ain’t fuckin’ with them
I’m a big baller, I be breakin’ the rim, let’s make a movie, I’ll fuck her on film
Ten-thousand on some diamonds, now I gotta shine and she only gon’ fuck with a real one

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You want a real nigga, I’m just one of those (On God)
I’m just one of those, I’m just one of those (One)
I need a trill ho and she with all smoke (All smoke)
I need one of those, I need one of those (I need one)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
You get the black card, baby (Card)
Ball everyday until your feet hurt, baby
Runnin’ out of drugs, think I need nurses, baby, your knees hurt
Giuseppe Zanotti all your heels until your feet hurt

Popp Hunna – Ksubi Lyrics

[Intro]
Woo
(That’s Jefe, man)
Woah, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Ksubi’s, huh, I rock ’em with the D&G’s
Hater blockers, uh, I don’t see no enemies
He a ssss, he ain’t no friend of me
Ice on, uh, feelin’ like I’m ’bouta
A fat bitch boosted my confidence
Do what I want and you do what you can
You walk around with that pocket lent
I wouldn’t wanna say that I’m ya mans
I took his bitch ’cause I’m confident
He don’t get money, it’s doesn’t make sense
I’m in the mix and I’m poppin’ shit
Me and fake niggas, we don’t really blend

[Verse 1]
Walk in the party, I am the party
Walk out the party, bitch, I walk out this shit
Came by my lonely, left with a bogey
Skrrt in a ‘Rari, who the fuck is this bitch?
Called her a bitch, she got on my nerves and I ain’t say sorry
Fuck is a sorry? Bitch, I ain’t sayin’ no sorry
I just tagged bro in (Uh-huh)
Then I tagged bro out, then I tagged bro in (Uh-huh)
Fuck is you tryna do? (Uh-huh)
I don’t know, motherfucker, but I’m tryna win (Uh-huh)
Like a motherfuckin’ top (Uh-huh)
Spend ’round that ’til you can spin (Uh-huh)
Like a motherfuckin’ Glock (Uh-huh)
She don’t want me to stop, so I keep bussin’ (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
Ksubi’s, huh, I rock ’em with the D&G’s
Hater blockers, uh, I don’t see no enemies
He a ssss, he ain’t no friend of me
Ice on, uh, feelin’ like I’m ’bouta

[Verse 2]
Pop one, pop two
You just made ’cause it’s not you
Pop three, pop four
Whoever raised you is a dumb whore
Pop five, pop six
Ooh, goddamn, you a dumb bitch
Pop seven, pop eight
I fuck with you, gang, so it’s no hate
I don’t care if it’s not that important
Want designer, but I got her Jordan’s
I told her to call when she yawnin’
I don’t wanna smell her breath in the mornin’
From the back, yeah, she like when I record it
Said she love me, but I just ignored it
Get the fuck if you ain’t on no whore shit
I’m snorin’, it’s borin’

[Bridge]
I’m snorin’, I’m snorin’, it’s borin’
I’m snorin’, it’s borin’
I’m snorin’, snorin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m snorin’, it’s borin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m snorin’, it’s borin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m snorin’, it’s borin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s borin’ (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ksubi’s, huh, I rock ’em with the D&G’s
Hater blockers, uh, I don’t see no enemies
He a ssss, he ain’t no friend of me
Ice on, uh, feelin’ like I’m ’bouta
A fat bitch boosted my confidence
Do what I want and you do what you can
You walk around with that pocket lent
I wouldn’t wanna say that I’m ya mans
I took his bitch ’cause I’m confident
He don’t get money, it’s doesn’t make sense
I’m in the mix and I’m poppin’ shit
Me and fake niggas, we don’t really blend

Son Lux – Vacancy (No One Near) Lyrics

[Intro: Ryan Lott & Kiah Victoria]
Can I love you more just by leaving?
Can I love you more just by leaving?

[Verse 1: lojii & Kiah Victoria]
Yet is there something more?
A word is bond, but love is not, love is free
And if it’s real, then to let go’s more than the cliché
This ain’t the Love Jones Brown Sugar scenes we replay
You ain’t gotta come back, you don’t need me, life ain’t that cheesy
Our need for togetherness exist
Along side, no need for separateness
The highest task of a bond between two
Is to protect each other’s solitude
While I ride through these streets, how am I falling on you?
Recline, thinking back to my eyes falling on you
For the first time and how it felt like the last of the worst times
Little did we know, love is love, but what is love, what do we mean?
Is it a verb, just a drug, or a dream
That make you on my mind between my money schemes
Chasing everything we want when no one gives us what we need

[Chorus: Kiah Victoria]
If what you need is nothing
If what you need is no one near
If I can’t give you what you want
I’ll make the vacancy

[Verse 2: lojii & Kiah Victoria]
Yet is there something more?
A word is bond, but love is not, love is free
And that last time you said you love me, what did you mean?
Was it a verb, just a drug, or a dream
I’m late night reminiscing from this passenger seat with a view
Heart beating, crying, kicking, and screaming the blues
Words ain’t hard to find, sometimes they hard to choose
I chose to delete your number out my phone
I ain’t wanna say something that I wasn’t meaning to, it’s true
I don’t usually catch myself slipping, then I fell for you
Fell right into heaven and I ain’t know what the hell to do
Now I’m looking lost when I found myself with my mind on you
You once told me that we’ll never have all the answers and it’s true
There’s a few lessons that I wish ain’t cost me you
But now, what can I do?
The highest task of a bond between two
Is to protect each other’s solitude

[Outro: Ryan Lott & Ryan Lott & Kiah Victoria]
Can I love you more just by leaving?
Can I love you more just by leaving?
If what you need is nothing
Can I love you more just by leaving?
If I can’t give you what you want
Can I love you more just by leaving?
If what you need is nothing

Digga D – Keep Talkin Lyrics

[Intro: Digga D]
(Nastylgia)
Yo, yo

[Chorus: Digga D]
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth (Keep talkin’)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth (Keep talkin’)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth
‘Til we load up the barrel and run in your house (Run in that bitch)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth, keep talkin’ (Caught him)
Bo-bored him (Yeah)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth
‘Til we load up the barrel and run in your, run in your, run in your

[Verse 1: Horrid1, Sav’O, Digga D]
Shh, ay, Sav, who’s that? Move back
Thinks it’s opps, ay, pass me the wap (Ay, ay)
Ay, fuck that, blow off his head, boot that (Bow!)
Says he loves his life, make a boy lose that (Bow!)
Caught two AMs, went Yard, flew back (Yeah)
In West, got waps, yeah, I’m into that (Bow!)
It ain’t no biggie, get turned 2Pac
Caught a nigga for a M, yeah, I’ve been through that
Who’s that? Who you’re watchin’? (What?)
I see you commentin’ on my man’s pics
What? You got him? (What, you got him?)
If you do, beg you say right now and be honest
So I can jump out and put him in a coffin (Grr, bap)
Made the .44 long start knocking (Bow!)
Ring through the door and the bell nearly dropped him (Bow, bow)
Before wе chopped him, she gave thе drop (Yo)
Before she dropped and slopped him (Yo, badders)

[Chorus: Digga D]
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth (Keep talkin’)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth (Keep talkin’)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth
‘Til we load up the barrel and run in your house (Run in that bitch)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth, keep talkin’ (Caught him)
Bo-bored him (Yeah)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth
‘Til we load up the barrel and run in your, run in your, run in your

[Verse 2: Sav’O, Digga D]
If I spot him, I got him
Have five on my right and Dappz on my left, we’ll drop him (Bap, bap)
Off my switch, I’ll off him, turn no switches
Jump out, put him in a coffin (Got that)
Chop that gyal then duck her
Chop it, tell me what more is she wanting (What the fuck?)
Think he lost his shit, he lost it
One bang that, put his stuff in my pocket (Give me that shit)
Think they’re safe at shows, we’re plottin’
Ask all of them, which one of them got it (Who got chinged?)
If I pull up at them with the spotters
I’ll boot off the door, I don’t know about knockin’ (Bap, bap)
Bro got rocket in his pocket
Corn in his head, or I’ll plug man’s socket (Boom)
Ends went poppin’, OT, we’re poppin’
We’re lit, at shows got the crowd doing moshpits
Yo, yo

[Chorus: Digga D, Horrid1]
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth (Keep talkin’)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth (Keep talkin’)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth
‘Til we load up the barrel and run in your house (Run in that bitch)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth, keep talkin’ (Caught him)
Bo-bored him (Yeah)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth
‘Til we load up the barrel and run in your, run in your, run in your (Yo, bap, bap)

[Verse 3: Horrid1, Digga D]
They said that I can’t go shows with the mandem
Let’s get backstage, gangdem, full tantrum (Grah, bap)
And my attacks on pussios, cappers, rappers (Grah, bap)
I’ll show them man about real life badness (Bap)
She walked in the room, big backs, I’m smashin’ it
Attackin’ it, big black pole in my pants
She’s sacking it, I see if I get her on dog
If she manages, mash up the cooch’, I’ma savage it (Grah, grah)
Everybody knows what I done with a nank
I put man on stretchers (I done it)
I can use my hands as rass
Smashed up **** in a matter of seconds (Pussy)
Cool, lemme get him, let me wet him on paper
His mash not works, still see a man shreddin’, so get him (Grah)
No way haffa get him (Grah)
He was talkin’ bare shit on the net (Yo)
That’s enough to get deaded (Bap, bap, dead it)

[Chorus: Digga D]
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth (Keep talkin’)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth (Keep talkin’)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth
‘Til we load up the barrel and run in your house (Run in that bitch)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth, keep talkin’ (Caught him)
Bo-bored him (Yeah)
Keep-keep-keep runnin’ your mouth
‘Til we load up the barrel and run in your, run in your, run in your (Bap, bap, bap, bap)

SHIDDAT TITLE TRACK Lyrics and Video Song – Yohani

Tujhko bana doon main apna khuda
Aur sajde tere kar sakun
Maangu dua saath hone ki tere
Kaandhe pe sar rakh sakun

Dhaaga ik bandhu tujhko mannat bana loon
Kagaz pe dil ke teri surat bana loon
Chhute kabhi na woh aadat bana loon
Aa shiddat bana loon tujhe

Qismat bana loon meri chahat bana loon
Dil se main maangu ibadat bana loon
Chhute kabhi na woh aadat bana loon
Aa shiddat bana loon tujhe

Qismat bana loon meri chahat bana loon
Dil se main maangu ibadat bana loon
Chhute kabhi na woh aadat bana loon
Aa shiddat bana loon tujhe

Kyun yeh hadein hain
Yeh kyun sarhadein hain
Itne hai kyun faslein
Manzil teri meri jab ek hai toh
Kyun hai alag raaste

Ishq ki aisi kahawat bana loon
Paani pe likh doon likhawat bana loon
Goonje sada woh aahat bana loon
Aa shiddat bana loon tujhe

Dil ki main tujhko sajawat bana loon
Kuch bhi na bolu muskurahat bana loon
Barse khuda ki woh barkat bana loon
Aa shiddat bana loon tujhe

Qismat bana loon meri chahat bana loon
Dil se main maangu ibadat bana loon
Chhute kabhi na woh aadat bana loon
Aa shiddat bana loon tujhe

Yeh khara samundar mera gawah hai
Ishq hai mera ya mera gunah hai
Tujhko saja aur adalat bana loon
Aa shiddat bana loon tujhe

Public Enemy’s Chuck D Forced To Apologize For Defending R. Kelly

R. Kelly’s recent verdict was not a surprise to many, but some people still feel that the R&B singer was taken down for being a black man. One person who has been sympathetic to the singer’s plight is Chuck D, whose commentary seems to have made him public enemy number one in a literal sense.

On Tuesday night, Chuck D started a thread on Twitter in which he seemed to make excuses for the singer who has been accused of rape, sexual abuse, trafficking and having sexual contact with minors over a three-decade period starting in the 1990s.

He compared R. Kelly’s life to that of Ike Turner and Rick James. “Abused in his youth… an addict as a adult… Ike Turner served 18 months in prison.. Rick James did similar time,” he said in one tweet. “Ike came out a changed positive human being. How long should R Kelly spend in prison -and does a USA system give a man a chance for a man to change his world around?”

However, many of his followers were surprised at his comments as both Chuck and Public Enemy have been advocating for social justice over the last 40 years. However, he said his stance is “not a sympathetic question at all. Not the least.”

Many of his followers did not like the comparisons made to Turner and James, who both served time, but it was for drug-induced crimes. In 1989, Turner, who was the former husband (and also abuser) to singer Tina Turner, was sentenced to four years behind bars for cocaine possession. (He, however, was released early after serving only served 18 months).

On the other hand, “Mary Jane” singer James was given three years behind bars for kidnapping torturing two women during a crack cocaine-induced binge.

R. Kelly

However, many felt that the cases of the artists were not comparable because Kelly’s abuse of women and girls and boys was over a period of time rather than under drugs.

He defended Kelly, who is looking at decades of time in jail and possibly spending the rest of his life behind bars.

“Twitter is cryptic where was people when every other song was revealing evidence of what was ok to program to black kids over radio?” Chuck D was used as an example when followers called him out. “All you gotta do is read the titles the past 25 years of black songs and you get clues. His labels & radio knew what they was feeding.”

He continued, “Mixing grown folk lifestyle with black youth was so endorsed financed perpetuated as so urban cool by radio. Black audiences were abused while 25yrs poppin champagne in the sandbox. The boundaries were sloppy w head nods. That dude & others gave clues that the gatekeepers ignored,” he said.

Despite his legal troubles and reputation as a sexual predator who used people in his management and label to recruit underage girls for his sexual activities, the singer is still noted as one of the greatest of all times and as the “King of R&B.”

Kelly has an impressive sales record with 75 million records sold and is a three-time Grammy-winner who has written for the likes of Michael Jackson, JAY-Z, Nas, The Notorious B.I.G., and several others. His opportunities flourished despite the allegations of preying on black women over the decades.

Chuck D, however, questioned the involvement of other parties that enabled R.Kelly’s conduct.

“I’m stunned how this took this long and how the business machines around him are unidentifiable, and they also perpetuated the fanaticism of what he was,” Chuck D continued. “And masses hung on as the radio & BET played on. With support non stop. Allowing it to grow bigger.”

Its not a sympathetic question at all . Not the least.

— Chuck D (@MrChuckD) September 28, 2021

Mixing grown folk lifestyle with black youth was so endorsed financed perpetuated as so urban cool by radio. Black audiences were abused while 25yrs poppin champagne in the sandbox. The boundaries were sloppy w head nods. That dude & others gave clues that the gatekeepers ignored https://t.co/yGWrfHW2Cg

— Chuck D (@MrChuckD) September 28, 2021

He added, “answer is simple when you answer how long . If it’s 100 years then it’s the answer. If it’s execution or castration that’s [an] answer. I have deeper beef to all of the industry that fed this ‘aura’ to the 12-19 audiences targeted for 25 yrs as simply Urban but it’s another story,” he said.

Despite his position, the rapper faced criticism from his followers for his stance.

Chuck D has since coughed up an apology for his statement, saying, “JUST TO BE CLEAR, I’m not the R. Kelly fan here,” he wrote. “75 million sold somewhere & I ain’t got 1 of his songs. And his actions were criminal apologies if the wings of perception loomed beyond than the words on this slaveAPP. My clarity launch on my own RsTvapp.com Oct. 1.”

JUST TO BE CLEAR, I’m not the R Kelly fan here. 75 million sold somewhere & I ain’t got 1 of his songs. And his actions were criminal my apologies if the wings of perception loomed beyond than the words on this slaveApp. My clarity launches on my own https://t.co/NXDrLBaWCA Oct1

— Chuck D (@MrChuckD) September 29, 2021

Share this:

Alkaline “Sell Off” Panama City Show As New Song Hits A Million Views On YouTube

Despite the chatter in various circles and his recent sold-out show in Panama City, Florida to raving reviews, Alkaline remains not just a polarizing figure in the industry but also one of the leading acts in the genre he represents.

With his meteoric rise which saw him carving out a huge fan base consistently expanding, Alkaline continues to effortlessly add various accolades to his resume.

The top tier multi-charting Billboard artiste latest single “Sell Off” which was recently released has amassed over a million views while securing and remaining the #1 trending song since it’s release on the popular video streaming platform YouTube. On Apple Music charts, the artiste holds 12 various chart placements in Jamaica occupying the top 5 spots with additional placements throughout the North American region.

Alkaline’s flow and use of nonsensical lyrics saw social media and his Vendetta fan base engaging in various commentary, unleashing a flood of theories behinds the tracks release. The artiste persona only adds fuels to speculations, with the artiste and his team neither confirming or denying the speculation.

“The artiste and his team is actively engaged in furthering the Vendetta movement and ensuring the artiste brand and legacy stands firm. As we can see from his performances across the Tri-state and recently in Panama City, the market demand for the brand/artiste is high and by the looks of things everything ‘Sell Off’,” Rickardo Shuzzr, Alkaline’s Publicist, told Urban Islandz.

Since the start 2021, Alkaline has managed to enjoy many successes in the face of ongoing criticism. With the highest charting Reggae-dancehall album to be released this year thus far under his belt on the coveted Billboard Reggae Album chart, paired with an impressive pure sales unit as well an impressive debut across various charts globally, the artiste impact is undisputed.

From performing at sold out venues across the US and gearing up what fans can anticipate will be a great end to 2021, the Vendetta fans can remain optimistic with more appearances, music and videos to come.

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Urbanislandz (@urbanislandz)

Share this:

21 Savage Says Loyalty To Lil Durk Is Why Rappers Not Working With NBA YoungBoy

21 Savage says rappers in the industry are not working with NBA YoungBoy because of their loyalty to Lil Durk.

21 Savage shared some insight into the lives of rappers and their feuds on DJ Akademiks’ podcast, Off The Record. Many fans assume that certain feuds are founded on little issues and don’t affect the lives and careers of rappers, but 21 Savage sheds light on this and reveals why NBA Youngboy may not be receiving as much support as he could.

NBA Youngboy recently dropped his latest album, Sincerely, Kentrell. However, many rappers did not support the project, at least not publicly. This incident was discussed in the latest episode where DJ Akademiks brought up the lull in support from his fellow musicians.

In Episode 7 of the podcast, the conversation started when DJ Akademiks said, “I don’t feel like everybody in the industry f*** with him type sh*t,” to which Savage responded that rappers are picking sides between Youngboy and Lil Durk.

“Rappers don’t f**k with NBA Youngboy because they f*** with Lil Durk. You don’t have to pick sides.. but you gotta be a certain type of artist to be in the middle, “explained 21 Savage. He further said, “Can’t no n**** that say they know street n***a be in the middle.”

21 Savage explained why most rappers chose to support Lil Durk over other rappers. It comes down to simple street etiquette. Most rappers who understand the street code and respect their friends in a brotherly way would never associate with their friend’s foe.

NBA YoungBoy & 21 Savage

“If you really f*** with a n****..now if you just musically f*** with a n****? Y’all just do songs here and there, cool. But if you kicking it like a n**** yo brudda or like I rock with this n***a then you gotta stand on that I feel like,” said Savage.

The animosity began when Lil Durk’s best friend, King Von, was shot and murdered in an altercation between NBA Youngboy’s gang and Von’s crew. For quite some time, things had been heating up between King Von and NBA Youngboy, with their feud centering on Von’s ex, Asian Doll.

After their breakup, Asian Doll turned to the enemy’s side and collaborated with NBA Youngboy for a music video.

DJ Akademiks and 21 Savage talk about why rappers don’t mess with NBA YoungBoy #FREETOP ??? pic.twitter.com/51lxhxoErc

— 38files (@38files) September 29, 2021

This added fuel to the online battle between the two rappers and whether it was out of spite or because she saw an opportunity, and this brought the battle to a catastrophic peak. On November 6th, King Von, NBA Youngboy, and Cuando Rondo’s crews went to a hookah lounge and got into a deadly brawl. Sadly, King Von was killed in the gunfight.

“If it’s me don’t be in my face like with all that sht like and then be fing with a n**** who you know..killed my boy. Keep yo bh as ova there,” said the artiste firmly as he stated his stance.

This brotherly code is taken very seriously and can be seen making ripples in NBA Youngboy’s career. It doesn’t have to result in a physical altercation, but it might lead to a cold war or blacklist for that artiste.

The infamous episode is available now as of September 29th on Spotify. Check out the full interview for more insight.

Share this:

Ashanti Says She Plans To Re-Record Her Album, Now Own Her Masters

Ashanti says she now owns the masters to her music, and she is now planning on re-recording her hit debut album Ashanti, which was originally released in 2003.

Speaking on the Tamron Hall show on Tuesday, Ashanti says the move comes after lengthy legal work by her team, which will allow her to record as an independent artist.

“I have an amazing legal team… The fact that I’ll be able to re-record my first album and put everything together and… put it all together is a great blessing,” she continued. “I am grateful. We are still here, living through the pandemic and these blessings. The fact that is still going on makes me very humble,” she said.

Ashanti was interrupted by Hall, who said, “Wait, that’s the big announcement! I was going to build up to that!… She’s recording the album now as an independent artist!”

Ashanti noted that her love for writing music began when she was a child.

“I used to live in the basement of my house — I wanted to feel like I had my own apartment,” she said. “So I used to be downstairs in my own section, and I would put on the Cartoon Network on mute and I would just write. And it sounds so crazy, but I would be…having cartoons on, playing the beat, and then just writing. It made me feel comfortable. It allowed me to kind of get into my zone.”

Ashanti added that her writing habits did not subside after she was signed to record label Murder, Inc in 2002.

“I would be the only female and there would be guys in there [in studio] rolling dice and doing things that guys do and throwing money on the table and there was a lot of stuff in the air,” she recalled. “And I would be in the corner … just writing in my pad.”

Ashanti recounted the growth of her career from the time she first signed with Jive Records, which hosted talents like Backstreet Boys, ‘N’ Sync, and Britney Spears.

“I first signed to a record label when I was 14 years old,” she said. “Then see how things have changed so far. It is very important to have a conceptual understanding of what to sign,” she said in reference to the contracts that caused her masters to be owned by the label.

Ashanti’s young career success was recently highlighted at the Verzuz battle between Fat Joe and Ja Rule, where she appeared to perform several of their hit collaborations, including “What’s Luv?” and “Always On Time.”

Meanwhile, Ashanti has not given a date for release for her re-recorded debut album and whether there will be any tweaks or changes. The album, which is self-titled after her – ‘Ashanti’, was released on April 2, 2002, debuting at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 chart and sweeping the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums charts with first-week sales of 503,000 units. At that time, Ashanti noted her first victory, becoming the first debut female artist to have the biggest first-week sales.

That album eventually sold more than 6 million copies worldwide, cementing Ashanti’s place in hip hop and R&B and making her a favorite collaborator in the early 2000s.

Share this:

Lynyrd Skynyrd – Gimme Three Steps Lyrics

Songwriters: Collins, Allen; Van Zant, Ronnie;

I was cutting a rug
Down at a place called The Jug
With a girl named Linda Lu
When in walked a man
With a gun in his hand
And he was looking for you know who

He said, “Hey there fellow
With the hair colored yellow
Watcha tryin’ to prove?
‘Cause that’s my woman there
And I’m a man who cares
And this might be all for you”

I said, “Excuse me”

I was scared and fearing for my life
I was shakin’ like a leaf on a tree
‘Cause he was lean, mean
Big and bad, Lord
Pointin’ that gun at me

Oh, wait a minute, Mister
I didn’t even kiss her
Don’t want no trouble with you
And I know you don’t owe me
But I wish you would let me
Ask one favor from you

Oh, won’t you give me three steps

Gimme three steps, Mister
Gimme three steps towards the door
Gimme three steps
Gimme three steps, Mister
And you’ll never see me no more, for sure

Well, the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
And the water fell on the floor
And I’m telling you son
Well, it ain’t no fun
Staring straight down a forty-four

Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lu
And that’s the break I was looking for
And you could hear me screaming a mile away
As I was headed out towards the door

Oh, won’t you give me three steps
Gimme three steps, Mister
Gimme three steps towards the door
Gimme three steps
Gimme three steps, Mister
And you’ll never see me no more

Show me the back door

� DUCHESS MUSIC CORPORATION; LONGITUDE MUSIC CO.;

Buddy Guy – I Didn’t Know My Mother Had A Son Like Me (she Suits Me To A Tee Alternate) Lyrics

I didn’t know my mama
That she had a son like me, oh no, he baby
I say I didn’t know my mama, no, no
I didn’t know she had a son like me
Oh baby, baby, baby
I want you to come on, you gotta see it like him

Let me tell you about it

I can look at the sky
You know I can predict the rain
I say I can look at the sky
I believe I can predict the rain
Oh, I can tell when my lady
I can tell when she got another man

Well, this is what I say

I didn’t know my mama, oh she had a son like me
I say I didn’t know my mama, no, no
I didn’t know, I didn’t know
I didn’t know she had a son like me
All you gotta do is come around me, people

And I’ll show you and you can say

Alright

Squeeze water out of rock
And I make water come out of dry sand
I squeeze water out of rock, yeah
I can get water out of dry sand

Oh, when you listen to my story, little girl
I’ll prove to you I’m a nutcho man

That’s why I didn’t know my mother
Had a, had a nice little son like me
I said I didn’t know my mother, no, no, no, no, Lord
I didn’t know, I didn’t not know
I didn’t know, girl, she had something like me

All you girls gotta do is look at me
Take your time and come and see, yeah

Alright