50 Cent – Gun Runners Lyrics

[Phone ringing]
[Fifty]
Aww man…who the f*ck is callin’?..
I don’t even wanna answer this shit…Hello?

[Man on phone]
Whattup nigga it’s Black
remember me from way back?
we used to go to school together
man, I got your number from Heather
she said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see what you got
and if I like it I’ll cop

[Fifty]
Damm nigga, you hot
you talkin’ like you tryin’ to get a nigga knocked
what time is it? man, it’s f*ckin’ 4 O’clock
I shouldn’t sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I ain’t got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
I’m in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see ’em
pullin’ up slow in the BM
I popped my trunk to show him what I’m workin’ wit’,
first I showed him the Teck
I told him Niggas give these shits respect
but you don’t want this, Man
these shits is known to jam
this is a little smaller here,
and a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half a block
this shit here gets my dick hard,

it’s a Calicko, it holds a Hundred shots
if you can’t kill your beef with this you need to stop
c’mon, pick somethin’ now nigga, you know it’s hot

[Other Man]
Man, stop actin’ like that nigga, just show me what you got

[Fifty]
aight, nigga look, I got Two 380’s,
one black, one chrome, and 4 glocks
they all hold 21 shots
look, I done been through all my shit nigga,
so tell me what you want

[Other Man]
(Click clack)
It’s hard to choose man, I think I’ll take ’em all

[Fifty]
Oh, you gon’ do me like that?
I got one more piece to show you, my Deringer,
I keep it in the small of my back
it’s a two shot, it’s chrome, my initials engraved in it

[shots ring off]
look at you now, you had to get it
your BM? I’m takin’ it, shit, you don’t need it
park it where I can watch it at and see if it got low jack
then take it to the chop shop to my Man Kojak
he gon’ give me more cream so I can cop mo’ gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
said “Don’t go by the gamblin’ spot, that shit gon’ get wet”.

Lil’ Durk & Only The Family – Hellcats & Trackhawks Lyrics

[Verse: Lil Durk]
I remember claiming Dipset (Let’s get it)
I had some bitches on my line, I told them bitches get they lips wet (Bitch, get your lips wet)
Lock that door, where them bowls at? (Let’s get it)
Search for his gun, where his pole at? (Where his pole at?)
We on his ass, where his shows at? (Where his shows at?)
He get away, we on his ass, where he parole at? (Where hе parole at?)
I be hatin’ when thеse rappers, call these rappers brothers (Brothers)
Only The Family in my eyes, bitch, we got each other (Yeah)
I popped a Perc’ and drunk a gallon, man, that hurt my stomach (Man, what?)
Doin’ the dash inside the Lamb’, that shit had make me vomit (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck from the back, I pull her hair, she screamin’ while she cummin’ (She cummin’)
Got foenem’ G-locks, they be clutchin’ every time they servin’ (Gang)
With all that rah-rah, like you like that, come around, you nervous (On gang)
Sneaky talkin’ like you like that, now you actin’ turtle (On gang)
Yeah, you ain’t like that, you ain’t catch a murder
Opps be threatenin’ me in my DM, we ain’t never worried (We ain’t never worried)
Bleed, free Lil Steve, yeah, I concur (Concur)
He be to himself but he’ll catch a murder (Catch a murder)
I’m smokin’ weed, I don’t f*ck with dirty (f*ck with dirty)
Can’t trust a E, ’cause these bitches dirty (‘Cause these bitches dirty)
I feel like Gleesh when I clutch my .30 (Uh)
Get out the streets, bitch, you touchin’ thirty (Touchin’, uh)

Deeski been trappin’, he just touched a thirty (Touched a—, uh)
Rich O be cappin’ but you know that brodie (Yeah)
Uh, ayy Booka put the switch on for me broski (Broski)
Uh, these niggas lookin’ like these niggas know me (Know me)
Yeah, you ain’t my brodie, you ain’t my dawg or homie (Homie)
We got poppin’, now they all our homies (Gang)
I just had a threesome with two thick bitches (Let’s get it)
They just suckin’ dick ’cause I don’t lick bitches (Gang, gang)
He know I f*cked his BM, now he sick with it (Gang, gang, gang)
Shot in his shit so when he spit, you know he twitch with it
Hellcats and Trackhawks (Let’s get it)
They got Timmy on the turn-off and the blast-off (Go)
He went and got caught for that body, took his mask off (Take is mask off)
She a ungrateful lil’ bitch, I take her ass off (Take her ass off)
Give me them titties back (Bitch)
They call my phone like, “Get them glizzys back”, bitch
Tell your favorite rapper we ain’t feelin’ that, bitch
Tell your favorite trapper we ain’t hearin’ that (Let’s get it)
He want four thou’ but I got two, so nigga give me that (Man, give me that)
This stick up easy, this shit pity pie (This shit pity pie)
Know how I bleed, this where my city at (Where my city at)
I’m from the ‘Raq, you know it’s litty there (You know it’s litty there)
I ain’t never bleed, that rapper get me there (Yeah)

Lil Baby – Emotionally Scarred Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
A love letter came through the mail, it said, “I miss you”
I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue
Try to forget you
I ain’t got nothing against you
We human, we all got issues
But I’m tired of being tired of being tired
That part of me done died
I see it then I don’t, act like I’m blind
I’m confident it won’t be one of mine
No emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time
Ain’t got no sympathy for no bitch
I admit that I’m rich, and I’m lit
Jumpin’ up on stages
I get 200 of them K’s
Bro had really fucked the game up
We made niggas shut they trap down
They see how I made it, I’m the reason they won’t rap now
See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down
Them Biggies on G’s salute me
A stylist can’t even style me
The robbers prolly want to get me
I’m hoppin’ out Lamborghinis
The [?] turn in my city they try me I get it cracking
Some of this would still happen if I never started rapping
My people still steady trapping
And they still be getting active
I tell them to chill
I’m tryna run up these M’s
Pay cash and then they post the crib
I can’t show nobody where my momma live
That’s how I ‘posed to feel
My niece just asked me were my diamonds real
I said, “Of course”
I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn’t have the force
All around the world they know it’s me, they hear my voice
And I dump it all on a pair of Dior’s, yeah

[Chorus]
Young age, learn how to get paid
Big stage, long way from section 8
Big wave, he gon’ have to get saved
Ridin’ in the foreign, chiefing on the forest
I know I wasn’t there for you at least I said, “I’m sorry”
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I’m emotionally scarred, that ain’t even your fault
But don’t listen to them haters, tryna feel you, it with salt

[Verse 2]
All this revenue coming in, I’ll probably never spend
I just bought my BM a Benz, now that’s another Benz
I just cut off all of my friends and bought my brothers in
I don’t see nobody but me, who I’m gon’ lose to
I can’t move around without tool
These niggas loose screws
I can see me taking the lead over the new school
They remember me from selling weed at my old school
Only hit it once, and now it’s old news
Blew up, who the fuck would knew
Paint my check all Nipsy Blue
If I get one, you get one too
I really move how bosses move
I never called myself a goat
I leave that love to the people
Everybody can’t go to the top, I had to leave some people
I’ma be forever scheming
Woke up, I thought that I was dreaming
Watch my lil’ boy play with toys
I just drop a tear of joy
Some shit that I feel for
I been going crazy with the scoring call me baby Harden
They said I’ll be great, I guess I’m waiting for it

[Chorus]
Young age, learn how to get paid
Big stage, long way from section 8
Big wave, he gon’ have to get saved
Riding in the foreign, chiefing on the forest
I know I wasn’t there for you at least I said, “I’m sorry”
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I’m emotionally scarred, that ain’t even your fault
But don’t listen to them haters, tryna feel you, it with salt
Young age, learn how to get paid
Big stage, long way from section 8
Big wave, he gon’ have to get saved
Riding in the foreign, chiefing on the forest
I know I wasn’t there for you at least I said, “I’m sorry”
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I’m emotionally scarred, that ain’t even your fault
But don’t listen to them haters, tryna feel you, it with salt

Soulchef – Let Me Do Me Lyrics

Hook: Awon
Let me do me, because you do you
But it seems like everytime I drop the chatter never stops
Experts plot my next move
Let me do me

Verse 1: Awon
My G what I owe you for your time
You decided to press play and listen to my rhymes
I’m almost famous like camera crew
Rough with a few feathers, talkin’ handlin’ blue
Fo sho is survive that wasn’t like my last
But I thought kids could learn a bit from my past
I laugh at these critics who don’t even rhyme
Since when you knew an MC who didn’t wanna shine
My design from the jump is hot end
Boutique shit brands a leak kids wanna keep secret
I told you in no way that my name Rem
Since I came in the game, I’m tryna claim king
And change up for slaves, ain’t chasin the same bling
Look I want real estate, BM’s and dinner plates
With fear prepared by the finest chef soul cookin
If I met you in person you a beast left shookin

Hook: Awon
Let me do me, because you do you
But it seems like everytime I drop the chatter never stops
Experts plot my next move
Let me do me
(x2)

Verse 2: Awon
You a keyboard killer and the net is your block
The only gun you got is a mouse and caps lock
Talkin crazy in the comments paying anonymous
It’s synonymous with hoes who swallow dick
I know your rebuttal is why even address it
It’s because these lames are desperate for attention
I give in, put the spotlight on haters
Outweighs you see the trolls on your Youtube page
But f**k it, I’m hot and their favorite rapper sucks
I’m out for the paper like Scrooge McDuck
You sippin hater aid, champagne in my cup
Poppin shit like bottles, niggas know what’s up
On the real, all you posers know the deal
Keep my name out your mouth and nobody stay still
My little brother had a 44 to your grill
We don’t need all of that so you might wanna chill

Hook: Awon
Let me do me, because you do you
But it seems like everytime I drop the chatter never stops
Experts plot my next move
Let me do me
(x2)

Reeko Squeeze – Back On It Lyrics (feat. Blockz)

[Intro]
Aye yo, aye niggas get shot everyday B. You be aight nigga
You tough right?
I’m out Reeko. You understand what I’m saying? Look at me
I get shot in the head baby
My body different, my breathing different, you understand what I’m saying?
Doctor said I wasn’t gonna walk the same, you understand what I’m saying?
I’m out

[Verse 1]
Too, too much weed in the room now a nigga can’t breathe in my space
The girls in my DM’s, it might be your BM’s we’ll ski on a kid
Tell me why you niggas pree on the kid
Like there is no reason for this
Is it cause I make mad music
And then f**k that, just might go up on seasonal hits

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fag
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

[Verse 2]
Lurking in a German, I’m purpin
Pull up in a four door with a four four sting on red
Put smoke in a person
Catch coon ass stunting
How bad you wanna beef
How bad you wanna beef
‘Fore I see these niggas yeah they nervous
They might freeze when they see me
I’m in my young boy jerking
All of these niggas are lying they cooking that dealer shit
Nigga you pussy you been a prick
Never seen you and you rid with it
Who took [?] who gives a shit
Sting with my thing, yeah I live with it
My young boy he gon’ stick with it
f**k with these hoes I’m so sick with it
In a car with my browing she whipping it

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fat
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

[Verse 3]
Bang! f**k a nigga talking bout straps
Rolling with hittas and got six packs on me and I ain’t talking bout abs
Trust a nigga [?] you get grab, can’t talking about the watch you know I got band
Pulling up like right where you hang
Come round here, leave smoke on your man
Show ‘em face and with Scoogie I’m back again
Pulling up on that baby, what’s happening
Love my freedom, I ain’t trying to get bagged again
P and down, I’m all over the map again
Cutting, cutting, I’m bagging, bagging
That thing that I wrap ‘em in
Two rags to use on a sudden ting
One comb, one jam and an afro pick

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fag
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

Ish1da – Samurai Champloo Lyrics

It got me feeling like Jin off this gin, I’m melodic
With the smoke in the air, and the smell is hypnotic
With a strawberry Swish blunt with a whole lotta chronic
And a pocket, with a wallet, with a whole lotta nada
I be stressed, but it got me in an etherial mode
With a serious soul and a cereal bowl
Like I’m searching for the sunflower I’m a go on the road
But keep my mind open, infinite like the Konami code
Hip Hop is my soul, hope you lookin when he’s rapping
B Boys spinning to the beat, like Mugen when he’s scrapping
I’m juugin and I’m lappin on my way to Shangri-La
But some live and some die in the Way of the Samurai
Hear my battlecry, I might stay late
And keep my fresh on a sideways eight
Yeah I might make babes, all I need is some Risotto
And a cosplay chick that was born in Kyoto ah
But that’s a no no if I ain’t got that protection B
I keep my sword sheathed, I don’t need no BM stressing me
I wonder if there’s a message G when I hear these new rappers
I ain’t hating you rappers but I prefer the boom bappers
It’s the truth rappers, it’s the war of the words
I’m standing on top a castle, representing the Third
I guess you ain’t heard, I’m following my destiny
Following the god of Fuu’s father to the death of me
A cross on my chest and resolve in my heart
Ain’t shit you can do to bring a stop to this march
Bring a stop to this art? You must be JK’ing
I grab the mic and get loud like an AK spraying
And I stay laying this heat over beats
I got the resolve of a beast, so girl put your knees over these
Shoulders right here, they holdin up the world already
Mujushin-style stabbings got ya girl all sweaty ah
You mad bro?  My bad, I’m in my zone
Miyamoto Musashi with a microphone
The best squad in the city is watching my back
I might hit you with the two piece like Mataza the Zap
I’m just talkin that crap, I’m a peaceful warrior
And my flow Mega Man, I’ll defeat and absorb ya
While I’m hungover off gin and soda
I’m a f**king hero dog, man I beat Jenova
Word to Jehovah, right hand on the rhyme
The way I’m rapping these lines so you can examine my mind
Take a step inside, don’t be afraid
I let the beat lead me while I lead the way
And I’ve seen today, as I led the sermon
That all I can you’s only death is certain
But the Way of the Samurai is found in death
You might hear a lot of deep shit, but my sound’s the best

DaBaby – Rocks In Lyrics

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[Intro: DaBaby & Offset]
Woo
Hoo (Durel made the beat, I’ma rock with it)
Hey

[Verse 1: DaBaby & Offset]
I pull up in the Double-R Ghost with no tint on the windows
Lil’ bitch givin’ top in it (What you do?)
I look at my watch, I got rocks in it (Ice)
Heat the thirty round, yeah, that’s the Glock finish (Let’s go)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Heat ’em up, put that boy in the pot with me (Ha)
Cool him off if that boy with a hot Glizzy (Hot)
I just went, got my BM a rover
Took 500K, took that to the lot with me (Zoom)

[Verse 3: Offset]
From the AM to PM, I stop billin’ (AM to PM)
This a house on my wrist, this a Richard Mille (Richard Mille)
I just took the top off of the caterpillar (White)
I get you spent for a half a nigga (Spent)

[Verse 4: DaBaby]
The same niggas who ridin’, they layin’ with you (Ride)
As soon as they slide, I’ma pay the ticket (Let’s go)
Somebody gon’ die[…]

Grizz – Hot Air Balloon Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Hot Air Balloon
Life on the edge, I’m breaking the rules
Life on the edge’ll break me in two
Four in the deuce with nothing to lose
Hot Air Balloon
Life on the edge, I’m breaking the rules
If I lose you, break me in two
Four in the deuce with nothing to lose

[Verse:]
My world so crazy
Top model front page of the latest
All this shit on my mind lately (aye)
Pull up in that BM crazy
That, that money made me crazy (aye)
Pull up and skrt on your lady
Pouring up first on you hate me
Everything’s hard when you famous
Getting calls from you lately (aye)
Get the guap and ball like KD
Yeah chan’ll run it up on the daily
Ten back from the mall going crazy

Chorus:]
Hot Air Balloon
Life on the edge, I’m breaking the rules
Life on the edge’ll break me in two
Four in the deuce with nothing to lose
Hot Air Balloon
Life on the edge, I’m breaking the rules
If I lose you, break me in two
Four in the deuce with nothing to lose

Young Thug – Bad Bad Bad Lyrics

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[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to–uh, yeah
You my dawg ’til we dead, not a question
But I can’t fuck with you like I want ’cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band’
And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin’ on her
Half a million, I just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm
I can buy the buildin’
I can rent this shit out or save it for the children
I can dead this shit out or give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin’
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I’m ridin’
I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn’t decide which
Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
Street chose me, I ain’t never had to sign up
Then we hittin’ bitches in the group, I make ’em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that’s me, nigga, get back
Real dopeboy, don’t know how to work a CashApp
How many you got? I’ll send it ‘lone, bring the cash out
I been sippin’ lean, ’bout to pee ’til I pass out
Went to sleep ‘partment, woke up in the paradise
Niggas stealin’ drip but it don’t matter, they don’t wear it right
They don’t even speak but I can see I got ’em terrified
Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain’t doin’ no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain’t goin’ to a house for a meetin’, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, any season
Niggas never comin’ out, then we leavin’
How could nigga take a loss if he leavin’?
Quickly take off like I’m LeBron

Lil Mosey – Bust Down Cartier Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah
Mosey-Mosey you made this?

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Verse 1]
I can’t stop fuckin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Gang, gang)
Me and my niggas shootin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Boom, grrr)
Hard knocks too and I know they can’t have it, yeah
Got some stars on the roof, ’cause you know I had to grab it
Gucci on my waist, Burberry headband
Punch him in the face, yeah, we on his head, man
Two-tone splashin’ all this water, feel like a snow-man
I done broke away ’cause he still a broke man (Broke bitch)

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Verse 2]
V12, bad bitch and she ridin’ with no seatbelt (Lil’ bitch)
BM, I’m the type, stop askin’ for details
Might just re-up, takin’ change, feel like Griezmann
I still pop Xans, but I said I ain’t need them, uh-huh
Pop a bean, have her over here in the outer space
Pull up with my niggas, let it shine like L.A
Left my old city to the wood to get a K
Youngest nigga, they gon’ have see to it my way (My way)

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
Since yesterday, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
She’s just a date, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Outro]
Now I’m heavy

Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

Mariah Carey – Giving Me Life Lyrics

[Intro: Mariah Carey]
Hey, baby, what’s happenin’? How you doin’?
We can make it, baby, me and you
(Me and you, me and you, me and you, me and you)
It wasn’t really, wasn’t really
It wasn’t really much at all
It wasn’t really

[Verse 1: Mariah Carey]
So, it’s summertime, lil splash a wine
And forget about it
If you’re so inclined, let’s take a ride tonight
So, then maybe if the stars align
We’ll fix our minds on another tangent
And it’s kinda like impossible to top this at all

[Chorus: Mariah Carey]
Giving me life and it’s everything
Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
Feelin’ myself like I’m Norma Jeane
Here in my arms is where you should be

[Post-Chorus: Mariah Carey]
It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really much
It wasn’t really much at all
It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really
Wasn’t really much at all

[Verse 2: Mariah Carey]
Oh, my philosophy
Doesn’t quite apply to you and me
But I won’t think too much
So, come on and feel my touch
It wasn’t really much at all
Just a little sensitivity, yeah that’s all
Here in my heart is where you should be
Ooh, you are

[Chorus: Mariah Carey]
Giving me life and it’s everything
Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
Livin’ like Babs ’cause it’s evergreen
Here in my arms is where you should be

[Post-Chorus: Mariah Carey & Slick Rick]
It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really much
It wasn’t really much at all (It really wasn’t)
It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really (The Ruler)
Wasn’t really much at all

[Verse 3: Slick Rick]
Wassup, ma? Hush, got fly
Here’s a quest, why you left? Was it my messed up eye? Why?
Reminisce, wannabe, huh?
See, hon, followed sheep from once the first chick
Clark Wallabees on (Beep, beep)
Swag, honey drip, spendin’ some time
Remember them rhymes?
Your gold fronts looked better than mines did
Was ecstasy, poundin’ in the BM
Clownin’ me and that was way before wore gowns and the skin’
Givin’ me life

[Chorus: Mariah Carey & Slick Rick]
Giving me life and it’s everything (Mariah Carey)
Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
Feelin’ myself like I’m Norma Jeane (La, la, la-la)
Here in my arms is where you should be (Where you should be)
Ooh, you are giving me life (Giving me life)
And it’s everything (Everything)
Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
(Thinkin’ ’bout when we were)
Livin’ like Babs ’cause it’s evergreen (‘Cause it’s evergreen)
Here in my arms is where you should be
Ooh, you are giving me life and it’s everything
(Wasn’t really, wasn’t really)
Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
(Got me thinkin’ bout’ when we were, yeah, yeah)
(Wasn’t really much at all)
Feeling myself like I’m Norma Jeane
(Said, I’m feeling myself like I’m)
(Wasn’t really, wasn’t really)
Here in my arms is where you should be (Right here in my arms)
(Wasn’t really much at all)
Giving me life and it’s everything

It was a stone groove, my man
You are the most righteous
Yeah, right, just get the fuck out
(Get the fuck out, get the fuck out
Get the fuck out, get the fuck out)

[Outro: Mariah Carey]
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Giving me life and it’s all (Giving me life)
Giving me life, da-da-da, yeah (Yeah, givin’, givin’ me life)
Giving me life and it’s all (Wasn’t really much at all, much at all)
(Giving me life)
Giving me life and it’s all (Wasn’t really, wasn’t really)
Giving me life and it’s all
Giving me life and it’s all
Giving me life and it’s all
Giving me life and it’s all
Giving me life and it’s all
Whoa, whoa-whoa
Giving me life and it’s all
Oh, giving me life and it’s all

Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music!
You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you

T-Pain – Boo’d Up (T-Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain]
This shit been overdue
I’m still not over you, oh
This shit been overdue
It’s a T-Mix, baby

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
They be like, “How many songs can you make about a booty?”
Like a thousand, ooh girl, you gon’ learn today, come get this poundin’
I’m not finished, I’ma hit it in the shower
So get that thang tooted, booted, ready to get into it
I’m out here, babe
You fuck with lame-o’s (you fuck with lame-o’s)
They just copy me (they copy), they work at Kinko’s (they work at Kinko’s)
Tell your big friend come give me them cankles (gimme the booty)
Tell her her eyes and her legs gon’ be in back of her head
Now, I can’t even imagine what your DM look like (woo, ooh)
I see the future, you what my BM look like (huh, ooh)
Say you got a man, that don’t even look right
But I know you be creepin’, girl, I see you tonight (yeah)
Just give me 30 minutes, baby, I’ll be on the way (I’m on the way)
To keep that pussy on display (yeah)
You think I’m gettin’ boo’d up, baby, oh no, not today (not today)
I’m ’bout to bust it out the frame (woah)
Dick dancin’ everywhere, I do the Balls Johnson (yeah)
Dick you down, take you ’round, got you mall hoppin’ (yeah)
You been ballin’, baby, this ain’t even called shoppin’ (yeah)
Money get you wet, diamonds get your drawers droppin’

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
Ooh, boo, boo
You remind me of my ’62, I see them subwoofers jumpin’
Between them thighs like shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (BlocBoy)
Shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (yeah)
Ooh
Wouldn’t mind gettin’ all up in you
Girl, I’m ’bout to have you runnin’
I ain’t speakin’ nothin’ but the truth
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: T-Pain]
I like the way you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom toot up
I like the way you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom
I just wanna see you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom toot up
Make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom, I just wanna see you

[Verse 2: Ella Mai]
Yeah, feelings, so deep in my feelings
No, this ain’t really like me
Can’t control my anxiety
Feeling, like I’m touching the ceiling
When I’m with you I can’t breathe
Boy you do something to me

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
Oh how, how many ways can I say that I need you, baby, it’s true
I think I might die without you
Feeling all over my body
You know how I like it
Ain’t gotta tell you what to do, yeah yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Verse 4: Ella Mai]
Head over heels in love
Right in front of you, ain’t gotta look no more baby (hah)
I wanna build this love
And everything you want, you ain’t gotta ask for
You got me boo’d up, boo’d up
Boo’d up, boo’d up
Told you from the jump I’m the one to choose
Ya got me boo’d up, boo’d up
Boo’d up, boo’d up
Grab me by the waist baby, pull me closer

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Outro: Ella Mai]
This is such a crazy feeling, like
I don’t want to get too attached, but
I feel like I already am
My mind’s telling me one thing, but
I guess I should listen to my heart
Right?

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE. lyrics

[Video Intro]
Wicked or weakness?
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Album Intro]
Nobody pray for me
It’s been that day for me
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Diplo – Worry No More (feat. Lil Yachty & Santigold)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
I don’t worry no more

[Verse 1: Santigold]
Still asking where my money now
Like a walk in a park, got in love and I’m rollin’ up
He ain’t reachin’, zip it first
I got friends I got money, got no worries ’til it all dry up
And I can make you rain
Wash away the pain and a thousand BM up
Shit, I know what you mean
Ever mind is not the cash when I’m feeling love

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big leagues
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I wanna be the star on the scene

Cause I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big league
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I gonna be the star on the scene

[Verse 2: Santigold]
Tell you what I’m chasing something never was
Reach that 40 ain’t got one to pull me up
Feeling fancy, kicking in I know I can’t stop
I [?] he know where I was
Give me some time, meet me up and give me love
And money make me that I never let enough
You Keep the fame, keep the phone and came up plus
Keep on dreaming, keep on rising high above

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big leagues
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I wanna be the star on the scene

[Bridge: Lil Yachty]
I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big leagues
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I wanna be the star on the scene

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big leagues
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I wanna be the star on the scene

Dave East – Peter Pan

[Intro]
Time changed, check out your mind frame
Got no times for mind games (grow up, nigga)
Grow up, nigga

[Verse 1]
He 37, think he 22
His mother work, he play the crib, just polishin’ his .22
Plus he eat up all the food but never grocery shop
Actin’ like he out lookin’ for a job but he know he not
He know the gossip, know what happen when Chad got locked up
He know who beefin’ like every weekend, his BM pop up
He keep makin’ promises, he gon’ help her
He never felt a hard time dealin’ with pressure
The youngin’ niggas used to respect him, was kinda credible
He shot a couple cats in the 90’s, few niggas never knew
He did a stretch for some domestic shit
He punched his ex after she told him, this some pussy you could never get
Behind the wall, turned Blood, but came home neutral
‘Cause streets spooky, you think we practise our own voodoo
He realize shit changed, he had to hustle smarter
High temper, shape-up push back, he wanna cut his barber
He loved his father but through his life he could not trust him
Damn near 40, just realized he ain’t got nothin’
Had the green light for years, his connect hit the stop button
Back to nicklin’, dimin’, youngin’s on the block pumpin’

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Verse 2]
Niggas bought him clothes when he got out the yard
He was bigger then, homies told him he should bodyguard
He was used to crack’s, ain’t know the price that molly cost
Youngin’s don’t pay him no mind, they figure he probably lost
They don’t know he grew up in the era where nobody soft
He tried to school ’em and gave ’em his own narcotic talk
Told him never stash your money and your work together
Never had no package when your body, it ain’t work forever
Found a nigga you could really trust, I think y’all work together
Never smoke, ridin’ with dope, rain is the perfect weather
So how you broke if you got all the answers?
You ain’t even got hoes workin’ and know all the dancers
Check this out, old head, we gon’ get it the way we know how
We ain’t takin’ deals, I coppin’ out, know we gon’ blow trial
You slow bringin’ it back so we just front you a whole now
Us young niggas get real money, I hope you know now
Everybody that ain’t here would be half his age
All he do is argue, been a minute since he had a fade
He got a mattress, he ain’t even got no sheets
Been in his mother crib for years and he ain’t even got no key

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Verse 3]
How you 40 and niggas pay you to look out?
He don’t miss a night at the club, don’t miss a cook out (not one)
Dishes in his mother crib, dirty garbage he ain’t took out (never)
But he could tell you who got pregnant, tell you who shook out
Some niggas fightin’ after younger girls like he still got it (still)
He never had it, had light static, he still hottin’
Youngin’s got him sippin’ lean, they got him pill poppin’ (percs)
This real knowledge, these niggas 40 and still plottin’ (watch ’em)

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Outro]
I blame it on the elder niggas that never helped us
We had to go get it, no guidance, nobody felt us
16 with more pocket money than your daddy
We was broke and we came up from nothin’, nigga, we gon’ brag
All this Gucci, we gon’ brag
Older niggas hatin’, not all of ’em I remember callin’ ’em, now they so mad
They ain’t reach their potential and live the life they want to live

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

Kodak Black – Brand New Glizzy

[Verse]
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
Do your homework, or I beat with it
I get reckless nigga
I don’t leave my team waiting
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
I got a son now, my little baby two
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
Shawty said she love me
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
You will never catch me tryna dab
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Almost threw away my life
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
I just got me a brand new glizzy
And I put a green bean in it

CYHI THE PRYNCE – Dat Side lyrics

[Intro: CyHi The Prynce]
Where all my real ones at?
Hey!

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
Got two bitches bumping clits, that’s a cat fight
I’m riding ’round with the stick, that’s that act right
In here with all my jewels like I’m a Rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I’m from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I’m Deebo
I charged the high for the zero
But we gon’ keep that on the D-low
Assault rifle with the peephole
It go A-B-A-B-B-B, Mortal Kombat cheat code
And I’m in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standing three closes
So

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on that side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
I don’t need no allies, I don’t feel the need to fraternize
Yeezys in the field, Yeezys, Yeezys in the field now
Made it to the NBA, we in the NFL now
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
People claim they praying for you, really they be preying on you
All this sh*t is weighing on you, don’t look back, they gaining on you
“‘Ye, look down, they aiming for you, all this sh*t is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put ’em on, get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can’t ignore you”
Don’t respect who came before ’em and made they lane so I
Pulled a Lambo out and then I went and got it baptized
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
Neighbors said they think I gave the neighborhood a black eye
They too worried ’bout what I’m doing so I gotta keep my grass high

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
(Dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]
I’m so anti, I’m so, I’m so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I’m careful who I stand by
All you do is tell stories, you a campfire
You can barely hold your water, you a damn liar
Look at all the haters who came out to see him
I’m fresh to death, my closet is a mausoleum
They don’t like I’m always hopping out of BM’s
They don’t know how many times I coulda loss my freedom
Went from open mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your bitch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that hoe to my museum
I’m gone by 12 o’clock PM, that just how I treat ’em
So tell them groupie bitches stand on that side
I call these niggas groupies too cause that what niggas act like
Stand on that side, I don’t need your advice
Spit my trap like moving weight, I’m a fat guy
Wait, I just wanna see my paper stack like that high
Wait, my girl waist a 28, I like ’em that size
Wait, and them cakes a 38, I like ’em that wide
They ask why I was late, I pointed down and told ’em, “That’s why”

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

CyHi The Prynce & Kanye West “Dat Side” Lyrics


(Intro: CyHi The Prynce)
Where all my real ones at?
Hey!

(Chorus: CyHi The Prynce)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

(Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce)
Got two b*tches bumping clits, that’s a cat fight
I’m riding ’round with the stick, that’s that act right
In here with all my Jews like I’m a rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I’m from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I’m Deebo
I charged the high for the zero
But we gon’ keep that on the D-low
Assault rifle with the peephole
It go A-B-A-B-B-B, Mortal Kombat cheat code
And I’m in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standed three closes
So

(Chorus: CyHi The Prynce)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on that side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

(Verse 2: Kanye West)
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
I don’t need no allies, I don’t feel the need to fraternize
Yeezys in the field, Yeezys, Yeezys in the field now
Made it to the NBA, we in the NFL now
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
People claim they praying for you, really they be preying on you
All this sh*t is weighing on you, don’t look back, they gaining on you
“‘Ye, look down, they aiming for you, all this sh*t is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put ’em on get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can’t ignore you”
Don’t respect who came before ’em and made they lane so I
Pulled a Lambo out and then I went and got it baptized
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
Neighbors said they think I gave the neighborhood a black eye
They too worried ’bout what I’m doing so I gotta keep my grass high

(Chorus: CyHi The Prynce)
(Dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

(Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce)
I’m so anti, I’m so, I’m so anti
Seen my buddy pass, I’m careful who I stand by
All you do is tell stories, you a campfire
You can barely hold your water, you a damn liar
Look at all the haters who came out to see him
I’m fresh to death, my closet is a mausoleum
They don’t like I’m always hopping out of BM’s
They don’t know how many times I coulda loss my freedom
Went from open mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your b*tch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that ho to my museum
I’m gone by 12 o’clock PM, that just how I treat ’em
So tell them groupie b*tches stand on that side
I call these niggas groupies too cause that what niggas act like
Stand on that side, I don’t need your advice
Spit my trap like moving weight, I’m a fat guy
Wait, I just wanna see my paper stack like that high
Wait, my girl waist a 28, I like ’em that size
Wait, and them cakes a 38, I like ’em that wide
They ask why I was late, I pointed down and told ’em, “That’s why”

(Chorus: CyHi The Prynce)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

Kendrick Lamar – Humble (Skrillex Remix)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up)
(hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Fler & Jalil – Coogi (Feat.Mortel) (Epic Album)

[Intro: Sample]
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Drop top BM’s, I’m the man, girlfriend

[Hook: Mortel]
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi

[Part 1: Mortel]
Yeah, von meiner Generation fühlst du dich Pisser bedroht
Ich präsentier’ dir mein’n Block, als wär mein Schädel aus Chrom
Tote Blicke zier’n die Perspektivlosigkeit
Verschiedene Kulturen, doch die Meinung ist gleich: Fick die Polizei!
Deux cent quarante-trois, wir hatten noch nie so viel
Patte, guck die Pläne sind jetzt so groß wie Shaquille O’Neal
Der Beanie von Ünkut, der Sweater von Coogi
Mein Outfit die Straße wie Carlo Colucci

[Bridge: Sample]
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Drop top BM’s, I’m the man, girlfriend

[Hook: Mortel]
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi

[Part 2: Jalil]
Jalil, ich bin nicht von der Elfenbeinküste
Wenn ich will, fallen für einen gelben Schein Schüsse
Hatte Jordans in mei’m Schrank bevor ich erstmals laufen konnte
Sag zum Bullen, der mich anhält: „Nutte, geh mir aus der Sonne!“
Lauf die City im Balenciaga-Kicks
Wenn ich die Navi-Adresse an mein Wagen schick’
Coogi-Sweater für ein halbes Vermögen
Hab’ Coogi-Prints gedruckt auf all meine Möbel
Ausnahmezustand im Viertel mit Bantus
Wenn wir ankommen ist gut, wenn du Land suchst
Epische Racailles, Coogi-Sweater reflektiert auf dem Asphalt

[Bridge: Sample]
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Drop top BM’s, I’m the man, girlfriend

[Hook: Mortel]
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi

[Part 3: Fler]
Yeah, ich hab vom teuren Champagner noch Nachgeschmack
Fingerabdrücke, sie ficken mein’n Kopf denn der Benz hat Pianolack
Carlo Colucci und 2001, mittlerweile ein Artefakt
Ficke in etwa ‘ne Bitch wie sie Kanye hat
‘Ne Lil Kim ist die Sidebitch
In ihren Augen der Sheytan
Welle schieben, mein Trademark
Saint-Laurent-Jeans voll Paper
Frank White, einziger Weißer am Corner mit Bantus
Rest in Piece B.I.G, verkippen deswegen am Corner den Schampus

[Bridge: Sample]
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Drop top BM’s, I’m the man, girlfriend

[Hook: Mortel]
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi

KENDRICK LAMAR – HUMBLE lyrics

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this…
Waaaaay (yeah! yeah!)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

[Intro]
Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Humble – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – Humble

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaaaay (yeah, yeahhh!)(humble.)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, b*tch, be humble.

(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
Be humble (b*tch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) b*tch, sit down
Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ b*tch)
(Sit down, lil’ b*tch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) b*tch, sit down
(Hol’ up, b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up).

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the f*ck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the f*ck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play f*ckin’ up your whole life
I’m so f*ckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, b*tch, be humble.

(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
Be humble (b*tch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) b*tch, sit down
Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down versuri-lyrics.info
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ b*tch)
(Sit down, lil’ b*tch, be humbleee)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) b*tch, sit down
(Hol’ up, b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ uppp).
Kendrick Lamar lyrics
Video Kendrick Lamar

Future – Keep Quiet (Hndrxx Album)

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Fell in love, she done got attached
Love to tell it, we a perfect match
Go to Paris, do the dashboard
See the wheel on the right side
Got her driving on the wrong side
Thought we was driving on the wrong side
Out the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals out of line
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ on raw wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We can chop it up, but ain’t wine and dine
Rude girl, you the right sign
You the right kind, this the right time
We can kick it off and go to iceline
You see they bitin’ like Tyson
VVS’ wasn’t given to me
And them skirts, I’m a give ’em to you
No confessions, you can book the suite
I might even let you book the villa
Call me up and let me get right
Chains swinging, this a pair of ice
Maintain, go to paradise
I’m a send for you, book the last flight

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Braless swag is complementary
Audemars is confidential
Credit card, expensive dinners
Fancy cruise and double M
Like you signed a Maybach deal
If you run across my BM, better not throw no bloodshed
Better not cut no fuss at them
Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trust in you
Presidential suite, baby
You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
Your girlfriends always hatin’
You richer than them, that’s real facts
I keep you fly, that’s real facts
I get you high and a little upset
These niggas, they small talkin’
I bet they never cut a real check
Stay in the mall, flossin’
You ain’t never been laid on a bill yet
When I ain’t come with all these benefits
If you fuck a nigga who famous, you better

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot

Crecia – Justin Quiles feat. Bad Bunny letra

Letra Justin Quiles – Crecia

Y antes era sencilla (era normal)
Ahora está crecía,
Fui yo el que la mal acostumbre
Cada vez que tenía sed.(crecia)

Baja pa acá una de moet (moet)
Solo le bajaba rose (rose)
Y ahora me dice que le baje abajo
Y que me la coma como es

It’s the game changer
Mami tú estás crecía (Almighty!)
Quiere que le de una lambía,
Que me la coma como novia mía.

Tu dice que J Quiles
Yo tengo una crecía y le pago los biles,
La mando pal mall gasta miles.
Quería carro y la mude’ pa un dealer

Perdí su contacto,
Y después me contactó pa repetir el acto,
Antes teníamos un pacto,
Y ahora está más dura pa darle, exacto.

Que le de pensando que es mi jeva,
Me quiero hacer pecar como Eva.
Y si le creo que no es como antes,
Que ahora está hecha ósea que es nueva.

Explica tu guille, explica tus humos.
Que zaféje es que no te las consumo.
Con la gente te creces,
Yo te meto aveces y no lo presumo.

Siempre anda crecía ella y me pide más,
Que le caiga atrás.
Bebiendo champaña en el yat,
Siempre anda crecía ella y me exige más.(x2)

Pero todo fue mi culpa,
Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.

Ahora está vola,
Por qué se hizo las nalgas y los senos.
Se hace la que no,
Pero hace tiempo que nos conocemos,
So deja las miradas raras.
Que a ti te la eche adentro y en la cara.

Marc Anthony cuando quiera vuelve,
Y se lo mete a Dayanara,
O a Jennifer Lopez,
Yo he visto más allá del escote.

Ahora no chinga si no es en BM o en bote,
Pero todo fue mi culpa,
Por qué en ti me gasté el pote,
Yo fui el que mando hacerte las tetas y ese culote.

Los blones con ella yo fumo,
Llegamos a Neptuno,
Ella se crece a veces,
Pero sabe que soy el que la vacuno.

He dicho mil unos,
Y como yo no hay ninguno,
Te meto de día y de noche,
Y vienes a roncarle di que a uno.

Siempre anda crecía ella y me pide más,
Que le caiga atrás,
Bebiendo champaña en ell yat.
Siempre anda crecía ella y me exige más.

Pero todo fue mi culpa,
Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.

Tu dice J Quiles
Yo tengo una crecía y le pago Los biles
Pero todo fue mi culpa,
Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.
Quería un carro y la mude pa’ un dealer..
Mude pa’ un dealer… mude pa’ un dealer.
Quería un carro y la mude pa’ un dealer.
Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.
Mami tu estas crecía (whoa)
Ahora ni chinga si no es en BM o en boteee.(crecia)
Justin Quiles letras
Video Justin

Bad Bunny, Bryant Myers, Zion, De La Ghetto & Revol – Caile

[Bad Bunny]
Yo quiero hacerte venir otra vez
Yo quiero verte de nuevo bebé
Yo te bajo el mundo a tus pies
Por sólo verte chingando otra vez

(Coro)

[Zion]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu sólo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[Bryant Myers]
Mi movie está en play ya te has visto los trailers
Caile
Hoy yo quiero que tú me baile
Yo te busco en la BM, tu jevo te busca en el chrysler
Baja pal’ apartament
Tu quieres hacer el amor sin que te amen
Dévorame, dévorame hasta que las gotas de calor se derramen

Yo voy a ser tu esclavo
A ti te gusta a- a- amanecer en condados
Y te lo voy a meter en la suite del piso de número octavo
A ti te gustan los chavos
Mera baby yo tengo es chavos
Y yo nunca ando solo,yo siempre salgo con 100 bandidos como el cabo

[Zion]
Tu ya me conoces
Sabes bien mi nombre
Tu sabes que cuando yo le caigo pa’ darte grites mi nombre
Tu sabes que soy el hombre
Que bellaca te pones
Que bellaca te pones
(Z Diddy)

(Coro)

[De La Ghetto]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu sólo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[Zion]
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[De La Ghetto]
Pues dime baby que quieres?
Tu caile si puedes
Para que me baile en el tubo todas noches que te entretienen
Media libreta de sour weed
Y par de pacas de cienes
Lo hacemos toda la noche cuando me quitó los poderes

En ella invierto lo que me gano en los partys de to’ los weekends
Enamorado de ese culo
Porque como en 4 bien rico lo mueve
La mandó a buscar, la pongo a chingar en to’ los diferentes hoteles
Parece que tiene un demonio
No para de temblar cuando toda se viene

Baby tu sabes que como yo no hay 2
Un caile cuando sea te doy cómodo
Me gustan así, si
Que no paren de pedir, di
Pa’ yo seguir dando
Hasta que se canse de venir

(Coro)

[Zion]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu sólo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[De La Ghetto]
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na eh ih ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na eh ih ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[Bad Bunny]
Pa’ ti y pa’ mi tengo 6 filis enrolado
Caile a la presidencial en condado
Lo que me hiciste yo no lo he olvidado
Tu eres mi stripper, yo quiero un privado

Baby házme tu coreografía
Ese booty es de pornografía (Yeah)
Porque tú me perfía
Si tu sabes que yo me se tu biografía
Yo se que en hombres no confía
Pero ese culo me lo fía
Caile la moet ya está fría
Baby Rasta te choca la fía

Pa’ ti y pa’ mi tengo 6 filis enrolado
Caile a la presidencial en condado
Lo que me hiciste yo no lo he olvidado
Tu eres mi stripper, yo quiero un privado

(Coro)

[Zion]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu solo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

(De- De- De La, De la gee
De La, De la gee
Dimelo BB
Bad Bunny baby
Bryant Myers, La oscuridad
Chris Jeday
Dimelo Revol
Sharo baby
Z Diddy
Dimelo revol
Chris Jeday
Dicelo luian
Hear this music
Gaby Music
Revol)

Omarion – It’s Whatever

Matters is crazy, it’s whatever, whatever
All day yeah, it’s whatever, whatever
Oh, oh-ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh-ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’ve been only single four months
I’m just tryna get my swag back
Probably try to catch a few kids
It’s like a never (?)
Torn apart, catch me, I’m on the run
Told my BM she can have that
Put that on my daughter and my son
Every night I’m having flashbacks
So it’s probably wise that

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I can do that all by myself
I had to put this shit on record
I’m probably better by myself
I had to put this shit on record
Just so you could get the message

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I’m probably better by myself
Whatever, whatever, whatever
You like to talk bout forever
Talk bout what’s right for (?)
(?)
So far can’t turn back now
I guess we found out no basic
(?)

So usually around this time I’d drop a mixtape way back
You know and the truth of the matter is that I’m putting my soul into my next album
Make it a true reflection of now and I can’t wait for you to hear it so

OMARION – It’s Whatever lyrics

Matters is crazy, it’s whatever, whatever
All day yeah, it’s whatever, whatever
Oh, oh-ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh-ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’ve been only single four months
I’m just tryna get my swag back
Probably try to catch a few kids
It’s like a never (?)
Torn apart, catch me, I’m on the run
Told my BM she can have that
Put that on my daughter and my son
Every night I’m having flashbacks
So it’s probably wise that

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I can do that all by myself
I had to put this shit on record
I’m probably better by myself
I had to put this shit on record
Just so you could get the message

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I’m probably better by myself
Whatever, whatever, whatever
You like to talk bout forever
Talk bout what’s right for (?)
(?)
So far can’t turn back now
I guess we found out no basic
(?)

So usually around this time I’d drop a mixtape way back
You know and the truth of the matter is that I’m putting my soul into my next album
Make it a true reflection of now and I can’t wait for you to hear it so