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

Westside Gunn – Hell on Earth, Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
FLYGOD
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Left the kitchen drenched, so much remixin’, we vicious
Out in Oakland in the Rolls (Skrrt), might’ve been one of Felix’s
Stuck with a dealer’s mentality
Bricks on top of squares on the bed, we worth a God figure salary
Got the dope stench stuck in the walls, Dior goggles (Ah)
When I bag the dope, I’m reekin’ of Creed
The gold bottle, drinkin’ gold bottles, gun on my hip
I’m not a role model, bullets in the air, I’ll make your soul follow (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
I win the lotto in Tulum, caught him in the shower
Beat him with a mop and broom (Ah), his chopper’s in the locker room (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
We doing operations, niggas left the zippers (Ah)
I’m in the X7, whole neck glitter (Skrrt)
A cold world make the TEC shiver (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot), don’t contest that (Ah)
I be at where you rest at
So many chains on, bitches askin’ where my neck at (Where your neck at, nigga?)
The band on the Patek black, my nigga blew the trial
Heard he got max in the supermax, word is I’m diesel like Luger
Turned one to three and yelled “Hallelujah”

[Interlude: Sample]
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
We’re going to see the king, ah, ah, ah

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
It’s crazy that I’m still talkin’ yola, made a brick do yoga
I know ’bout hard white and them ex-con flights to Oklahoma
A pale heart, I’m Dale Earnhardt with a smokin’ motor
Black Sopranos, I took the oath for La Cosa Nostra
Did it my way, I got the most of these culture vultures
You gotta pay me what you owe, or nope, I won’t consult ya
I did more numbers with half your budget, I hope it woke ya
I put a brick on my block and a yacht in the open ocean
A felon, I’ve been convicted, irrelevant what I’m spendin’
But what matter is I’m doin’ better than what’s predicted, mmm
Should’ve got a Grammy nod, but fuck it though ’cause Royce and Freddie family ties
Frank Lucas video, the Miami vibe
This life crazy, every minute someone recordin’ you
They ask me if I feel famous now, nigga, of course I do
Corporate moves, my office and my business resources grew
Took the long road, you niggas lookin’ for shortcuts through
Expose who, nigga? I’m hood as a gold tooth
Hold two joints in the whip when I roll through the toll booth
I heard the albums niggas just put out, yeah, those cute
But I’m the best, TT3, B.O.P, those proof
The Butcher, nigga

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
Look
Jordan pack 5s, gun metal somethin’ special
Used to serve yay, wordplay on Big Pun level (Woo)
Smoke come out the barrel when the gun settled (Brr)
Know some gangstas in Arizona playin’ the field like the Sun devil (Ha)
I put some diamonds in hon’ bezel, it’s dumb yellow (Uh-huh)
I got a shooter in the New York, I call him Young Melo (Hahahaha)
I got some rope in the trunk, tape and one shovel
Long money, talkin’ billions, nigga, and I want several (Talk to ’em)
Ain’t worried ’bout them niggas, all them niggas puss’
Niggas dickridin’ rappers real hard to get a look (They pussy)
I used to hustle on Doat Street, the carbon in the bush
Baggin’ up at this fiend house, she shootin’ doggie in her foot, ah
I bought some water, watch how salty niggas look
Sneak dissin’, same niggas used to call me for a hook, right? (Ha)
I thought these niggas crooks, why all these niggas shook?
Griselda, we took shit over like how long it really took? (Uh-huh)
Look, my city is the wildest (Ha), I know niggas up in islands (Wo)
Spin the yard, pull up bar, big as Iguodala (Yeah)
And lately I’ve been gettin’ bigger dollars, talkin’ digits with the commas (Talk)
If it’s smoke, we spinnin’, bitch, I promise (Brr)
Look, duckin’ and hidin’ only get you bigger problems
‘Cause if it take too long to find you, then we visitin’ your mama, nigga (Hahahaha)
Yeah, I know them killers up in Dallas
Street nigga for real, boy, my trigger finger callused (Boom boom boom boom boom)
I see them pictures, them niggas need a stylist
People ridin’ my dick, leaving opinions in my comments, nigga (Them niggas pussy though)
I get my chef on, any career I step on
The fuck I look like puttin’ a dress on?

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Is you fucking crazy, nigga?
Machine, bitch
Out your fucking mind, nigga

Future Disses Lori Harvey And Namedrop Steve Garvey In Leaked Song

Future is alluding to Lori Harvey on a new track with 42 Dugg.

The relationship between Future and Lori Harvey, in retrospect, seems short-lived, but it was definitely one of the most high-profile matchups for both parties. The rapper who is nicknamed the ‘King of Fertility’ for his many baby mamas has always been known to date a lot of women, while Lori Harvey, to some people, seemed like the female version of him. The model who earned a reputation for dating A-listers made for an unexpected item with the “Life Is Good” rapper, but their romance was a social media muse, to say the least.

The former couple dated from 2019 to 2020, so it was just last year that Future flew Lori as well as her friends and family out to Jamaica for a birthday vacation.

The infamous photo of the two cuddling in the swimming pool at the mansion where they stayed still lives on though removed from their personal Instagram pages. While they broke up months later, and Lori Harvey has since moved on to famous Black Panther actor Michael B. Jordan, Future is still peddling the mention of his ex-girlfriend in his songs.

In a newly leaked snippet of a track with Future and rapper 42 Dugg, Lori Harvey’s former beau hints at her when he mentions her famous stepfather Steve Harvey. The lyric was enough to send fans into a frenzy on social media, most of whom are now trolling Future for still alluding to Lori Harvey more than a year after their breakup. “Tell Steve Harvey I don’t want her,” Future raps in the not-so-subtle dig.

Fans have surmised that the player may have gotten played here, and Future, who is usually ever-so cavalier about the women he’s dated, might actually be affected this time around. “Lori must’ve really hurt future. He really said ‘tell Steve Harvey ion want her’. This is my misogynistic king oo. I’m broken. I thought he was with Dess already,” one fan wrote on Twitter. “Lori you did what we wanted you to do… Thank you,” said another user on Instagram.

Steve Harvey recently said he approves of his stepdaughter’s new boyfriend Michael B. Jordan while he wasn’t too fond of her previous. Some fans believe this to be the reason for Future addressing the veteran comedian and actor on his new track. “For y’all that don’t know he’s actually throwing a shot at Steve Harvey who recently said that he likes Lori’s new boyfriend and [he] didn’t like the last boyfriend talking about Michael B and Future,” said another Twitter user.

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The leaked snippet from Future and 42 Dugg’s new song was enough to spark a conversation online that got the rapper trending. While there is no ETA out on the song just yet, we can only imagine the traction it will have already gained by the time it is released. Some fans online find the lyric laughable because with a man like Michael B. Jordan by her side. It’s almost inconceivable that Lori Harvey would even be thinking about her ex.

What do you think about Future seemingly declaring that he doesn’t want Lori Harvey after all this time?

Lori done hurt future feelings ? this man got in a song tell Steve Harvey ion want her ? tf thought he was with dess ?????

— BahsiN ?? (@Hot_Tamale27) May 20, 2021

I had to unfollow whoever liked that Future and Lori Harvey Tweet ? Cuz BABY. That’s sum real bum shit. “Tell Steve Harvey Ion want her” SHE DONT WANT YOUUUU. The delusion of it all.

— QUEENOFTAMARAN (@SimxneShawty) May 20, 2021

? Yall really gassin’ Future up for bein a lil sour puss ass n*gga?? Tell Steve Harvey iont want her that ain’t cute. He sour cuz Lori happy, just like Ciara happy now. ???? So who don’t want who?? Dafuq? #TheyBOTHUpgraded pic.twitter.com/PNDIKnptC0

— CocoNdallas (@cocoNdallas) May 20, 2021

Lori Harvey: minding her business in a totally different relationship
Future: “tell Steve Harvey ion want her”
She obviously don’t want you either Nayvadius ?

— oh (@esloque_essss) May 20, 2021

Imagine havin a current girlfriend & bein so pressed over your ex you drop a lyric "Tell Steve Harvey iont want her" about a woman that aint looked back at you ONCE & paid you nothin but literal dust since yall broke up LMAO. Future is down HORRENDOUS. Lori hurt that nigga BADD pic.twitter.com/muLiH3sqXK

— Black Girl Anime Otaku (@BlackAnimeGirl7) May 20, 2021

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Mund De Carlo – Farvsprog Lyrics

[Vers 1]
Venligt velkommen
Til et eksempel på hvor’n
Man ikke behøver stempel fra kongen på sit stencil
Gør mig selv pæn med pænsel i hånden
Min rap strakt, mine regler bøjede
Jeg komplet….ter på malertøjet
Det ballet piruet med paletten i mit farvsprog
Realisme fortolket Frid’a’Carlo
Det ik’ all’ der får
Men jeg har været artie, se hvor skarpt mine detaljer står
Surrealistisk for mig’ kunst handler om tal hvert år
Sig mig Da li’, er I til Salgvadår?
Jeg går fuldkommen Newton
Har gul, grøn, rød, blå i pulsåren så kan ikke blande mig udenom
Har I skidt – så lad min mund farve dem fra bunden tager den
Videre det kun starten på kunstarten

[Omkvæd]
Klat, nu tager mit fagfolk fat
Og farv favner bredt, de siger at
Et billede det siger så meget mere end tusind ord
Men nu er det en frisk tuds vi bruger

[Vers 2]
Vi er så mange rap Picasso’er
At man ikke kan definere raP i en kass’ ord
Ska’ jeg skære det i Pap-lo og hugge det i antik statuer
Nu får kagen sin glasur når der males metafore

Ikke sat til vægs endnu, det hænger stadig ved
På gaden, ikke til kongerigets galla på galleriet
En maler skal tage sig tid
Og ikke dyppe penslen i hvad som helst før tankerne skal fortælles på staffeliet
Vi udstiller fluen på væggen
Smækker kunsten ned før den sætter sig i vores neewsfeed og vi flueknepper
Solstrålehistorier til de ikke har mere gul i sig
Hvor er mine regnbuekiggere?
Alt på en farve fifty / fifty
I det spil der mest tabes men måske en Dag Vinci
Så Leeeonårdo kan indfri
Dine drømme du har i dag før i Morn’a’Liså vigtig, vigtig
Kan en dansk rappe
Også være canvas fantast, hvis jeg ik’ kan hva’ så?
Så maler jeg et par Jordan 7
Så fanden han kan få sko på før verden maler ham på væggen, det mit farvsprog

[Omkvæd]
Klat, nu tager mit fagfolk fat
Og farv favner bredt, de siger at
Et billede det siger så meget mere end tusind ord
Men nu er det en frisk tuds vi bruger

Page Kennedy – Pain Lyrics (feat. Elzhi & Method Man)

[Verse 1: Page Kennedy]
Being woke is the only option when you bear your soul and they poking a hole
I see you in hell smoking up old then you scroll down your comments I’m as shook as an earthquake
Imax killer man on a first date
It’s undisputed that I’m sure as the hate you skip
Unrefuted that the king and I hate you skip
And we looking at you sideways and shelling sharp sideways we used to want to f*ck Sade back in my days
Now my bitch badder than John Wick run is
Badder than your breath after Funyuns
Badder than your bunions, after running that Runyon Canyon
You a Nick Cannon stand-in
And I see darkness in your future as a closed eyelid soo woo
Don’t get bloodshot at Jordan's eyеs is
Every bomb out my mouth Jakartas
Nosy as a covid test and results not positivе
I wanna be the best and make money I want that goat cheese
Make paper like oak trees
Broke free like Madden ‘03
Trucks stick, luck shit
Better duck quick I get your butt kicked
I see a bat looming
You wouldn’t break a kit-kat but I want my lick back like a cat women
Kill eternal was the last straw
When the rose grew from the asphalt sniff bath salt

[Chorus]
Pain, I’ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
It can never stop me ‘cause I'm going insane
And I'm going out my brain and I'm giving you pain
I’ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
It can never stop me ‘cause I'm going insane
And I'm going out my brain and I'm giving you pain
[Verse 2: Elzhi]
Pain like getting choked from a chain
Bloodstained drug by trade through rugged terrain
The crash into the main cabinet of a plane
Your brain scattered to parts so before you pick up your jaw
You should probably gather your thoughts and make up your mind
Do you wanna stab with your nose bone poke with your spine
Stuck by a broken wine bottle nine mini swiss army knives and one fork designed as a spork sticking out like spiked mohawk on a porcupine
What’s pain? Is it revenge that made you bust stainless steel
Addiction with needle injections rush veins is ill

As your top five I'm destined to kill if I body they ghostwriters that's me possessing the skill that could spar with an exorcism
Zombies off exit is him
Laced like two left shoes were fused to affect your rhythm and your motor skills
Inside you hotheads with the shoulder chills
Who pushed the kids without the stroller wheels drunk off sober feels

[Chorus: Page Kennedy]
Pain, I’ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
It can never stop me ‘cause I'm going insane
And I'm going out my brain and I'm giving you pain
I’ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
It can never stop me ‘cause I'm going insane
And I'm going out my brain and I'm giving you pain
[Verse 3: Method Man]
Pain, if I hear you saying my name
Outta context, no contest I ain’t playing them games
I’m too complex with concepts but I stay in my lane
Bout my conquest to confess I ain’t saying a thing
Cold as compress I’ll com west we are not in the same
You a lame that’s on set put a shot in your frame
It’s the Wu, we on deck and we plotting the game
Strong winds is in the forecast y’all ain’t stopping the rain
When snow flurry we hurry cane (hurricane) I’ma hurry slang
All the slangs all that I need puffin some mary jane
I’m saying, if the cash rule, it’s everything
Cash jewels, we catch fools for everything
A bad dude, I break bad habits with bad mood
And I'ma break your spirit then break it to you like bad news
Like moonwalking with Michael Jackson in bad shoes
And the word emcee is in McDonalds, they fast food

[Chorus: Page Kennedy]
Pain, I’ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
It can never stop me ‘cause I'm going insane
And I'm going out my brain and I'm giving you pain
I’ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
It can never stop me ‘cause I'm going insane
And I'm going out my brain and I'm giving you

Lori Harvey Shares Sweet Birthday Message For Michael B. Jordan Aka Nugget

Lori Harvey shared this sweet message in tribute to her “Nugget” on his birthday.

Michael B Jordan is officially 34 today, and his girlfriend Lori Harvey made sure the world knows exactly how she feels about her man. In what can be described as a cute birthday tribute, she shared photos and videos of some of the great moments they have shared. She captioned one of her pics: “Happyyy Birthdayyy Nugget I love you baby…hope today has been at least half as special as you are.”

She also showcased some never before seen photos. These include photos of them on a boat, of them in an airplane, and even more intimate moments of Jordan kissing her neck while smoking at a poolside.

It was only last month that Jordan and Harvey went public with their relationship. She also more recently reacted to his Super Bowl commercial for Amazon Alexa, sharing some clips with heart emojis via Instagram.

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“Congratulations on your Super Bowl commercial baby @MichaelBJordan,” was one of the captions she left below the image.

Lori is the daughter of popular TV host/broadcaster/actor Steve Harvey. Michael B Jordan is an actor and film producer. From all indications, the couple’s family approve of their new relationship. A source revealed to ET that, “Michael B. Jordan’s family likes Lori, and vice versa. Lori is everything Michael’s family could have hoped for him to find. She’s lovely, respectful and fits in perfectly.” The source continues, “Things have gotten serious fast, but there have been no red flags. They’re both totally invested, committed and very happy.”

Happy birthday Michael! We will definitely be keeping our eyes on this couple.

Dopetrackz – Loud Cigarello Lyrics

[Hook]

Loud cigarello smokin’ Donatello
Got me high like the sixes on Diego

You must got a death wish smokin’ with the kid
Cuz I got that Killa

Plus I’m yak’d up drinkin’ on exclūse
The only player that can beat me on my team like Wade

And the whole team on a level
Higher than the championship banner gettin’ raised

Hold up, hold up..

[Verse 1: Dopetrackz]

Gettin’ blazed blowin’ on this tension
I can show you game homie pay attention

You say there’s levels to this shit
I’m a show you a lane a different direction

Smokin’ prezidential with no election
I ain’t even flexin’ just given out lessons

And before I forget to mention
On smoke songs I’m that dude like Devin

Smokin’ swisher after swisher with my killaz
Loud lookin’ like M.J. on thriller

Pound in my chest but it ain’t no gorilla
Blowin’ in the wind but it ain’t no Katrina

Shout out to my dealer, cannabis cup winner
Stay burnin’ fire inhale born sinner

Born in the summer but I’m colder than the winter
Puttin’ rappers on my plate now you know what’s for dinner

Hold up…

[Hook]

Loud cigarello smokin’ Donatello
Got me high like the sixes on Diego

You must got a death wish smokin’ with the kid
Cuz I got that Killa

Plus I’m yak’d up drinkin’ on exclūse
The only player that can beat me on my team like Wade

And the whole team on a level
Higher than the championship banner gettin’ raised

Hold up, hold up..

[Verse 2: Dopetrackz]

Loud super charged like Cam-ro
Cigarello thick like bankroll

Blow the smoke in your face like an asshole
Cuz we quick to run a play like Flacco

We go hard in the paint like Randolph
My bitch look like the bitch off Scandal

We get dirty like Kyrie handle
Don’t get it? Writing on the wall, vandal

From the dirt bare feet no sandal
Life’s a game roll the dice take a gamble

Reciting verses like they comin’ out the bible
Set the mic on fire like Michael

Jordan scoring forty in the final
I’m bout to blow like a rifle on my rivals

Take the title now it’s all about survival
I’m on top gettin’ higher than the Eiffel

I’m like..

[Hook]

Loud cigarello smokin’ Donatello
Got me high like the sixes on Diego

You must got a death wish smokin’ with the kid
Cuz I got that Killa

Plus I’m yak’d up drinkin’ on exclūse
The only player that can beat me on my team like Wade

And the whole team on a level
Higher than the championship banner gettin’ raised

Hold up, hold up

Loud cigarello smokin’ Donatello
Got me high like the sixes on Diego

You must got a death wish smokin’ with the kid
Cuz I got that Killa

Plus I’m yak’d up drinkin’ on exclūse
The only player that can beat me on my team like Wade

And the whole team on a level
Higher than the championship banner gettin’ raised

Hold up, hold up..

Lloyd Banks – Element Of Surprise Lyrics

Uh, start the pay homage discussion, y’all niggas cloned me, cousin
You climbing up in the ranks, but I’m big homie punchin’
Retired three of my jerseys, Ginóbili, Tony, Duncan
Got a low tolerance lately, these nosy hoes is something
Picture me stuck in my era, a frozey pose assumption
My twenty-four’s a mamba bite, with eights I’m Kobe dunkin’
I helped you all off the strength of my heart, you owe me nothin’
They all the same, can’t tell ’em apart with Rollies frontin’
How you gon’ threaten me with relevance? I left already
Separated from entertainment, now my head is steady
The industry can SMD, I keep the letters ready
Always been disciplined, the dedication’s necessary
You gas your favorite to bait me, I’ll make a casket out him
Don’t compare me to niggas without a classic album
It don’t matter how long I’m missin’, they’ll ask about him
f*ck all that new drip, jewelry under my jacket drownin’

You want a hundred thousand dollar wrist (Like this)
Better be careful, it goes down around this bitch (One miss)
Gotta be mindful that the women out here switch (Real quick)
Don’t let ’em blind you, you’ll be out here laying stiff (Real stiff)
Handle your business, it ain’t worth you lookin’ cool (Lookin’ cool)
It won’t be funny when the dollars chasing you (Chasing you)
They drop some money on your head, you gon’ be food
If you ain’t got your shit together, think it through
Be careful, fool

Uh, planning my come up and jottin’ names is all I’ve been doing
Blame my society, it made me a horrible human
Started improving, effects of a honorable student
You’d rather be the boss of nothing than part of a movement
Shit, I’m just really getting started, Cubans over my Caesar
Jordan killed niggas with his shot, they shootin’ over his sneakers
Winning and tragedies go hand-in-hand, I know the procedure
I’m associated with dangerous niggas, no misdemeanors
Father a senior, made me a junior, I brung the third
Cocky and arrogant, they don’t respect a humble word
They put that voodoo on me, gotta overcome the curse
Serve you concussions with the rear end of my Thunderbird
Dick ridin’ is clout-chasin’, I wish them niggas dead
And a thot is the new chickenhead
A half a pound of gelato just for the clique to spread
Never had a pot to piss, now it’s lobster bisque

You want a hundred thousand dollar wrist (Like this)
Better be careful, it goes down around this bitch (One miss)
Gotta be mindful that the women out here switch (Real quick)
Don’t let ’em blind you, you’ll be out here laying stiff (Real stiff)
Handle your business, it ain’t worth you lookin’ cool (Lookin’ cool)
It won’t be funny when the dollars chasing you (Chasing you)
They drop some money on your head, you gon’ be food
If you ain’t got your shit together, think it through
Be careful, fool

Ak – Silence Is Violence Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I need a second to reflect on what I'm seeing in the news
I see weapons intercepting, thoughts of people wearing blue
Clearly not though, hatred in their face is premeditated
We got phones recording moments, proving some law enforces are outlaws
I say some, not every cop abusing power
But look from out of perspectives and biases and think about it
The way it looks is more corruption than rebuilding
So much killing got me feeling up with feelings I've been concealing
'Cause I'm afraid to say it wrong, but f*ck it, this ain't about me
This about the people they got laying down pleading
Begging to breath, pressing they knees against they necks
Even the Devil sees this and contemplates therapy, yes
That's why they see marching in these streets
Screaming names of all the people that's are wrongfully deceased
That should never be this common at the arms of the police
Don't tell me "All Lives Matter", all your arguments are weak
Tell me how you would feel if you got pulled over and Mr. 12
Gets up out his car, he approaching and screaming loud
"Roll the f*cking windows down", If you don't then you know it's blauh
You peep the side mirror, he close and gun's already out
What to do? I don't have any clue
Never had to fear the man that wears a badge to shoot
Shit is sad but it's true, we need compassion, we do
No more victims, let the past be the last thing we have to lose
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna get away from the past
Thinking 'bout a life where the hate don't last
Feel like people scared of moving forward, so attached
And what they know is wrong and some of us still get a badge
I don't wanna say I'm on, that'd be wrong
Feel like this been going on for way too long
Of course we gon' be fired up, we tired of
Seeing people have to fight for help, we've cried enough
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
Silent, don't be silent
If you are, you're just as violent
They can try to keep us quiet
They can't hide from the one that's highest, no

[Verse 2]
Let me tell you what happened to me last night
I was with a few homies and had a drink around 9
At 11:30, I was try'na sleep, said "Bye"
To the guys and their parents, said I'm sober so I can drive
In the whip now, headed home, bumping unreleased shit
Good vibes on the highway, I'm feeling free then
Boom, see the lights, red and blue all over me, shit
Something ain't right but I pull off and I hear creeping
He at my window, shining light up in my face
Had aggression in his tone before I even said a thing
He said "Where you coming from? And tell me, how much did you drink?"
I told the truth, I said "A beer out a SOLO cup from a keg"
And he said "Bullshit, exit the vehicle and let's talk"
I complied and now I'm sitting on the hood of my car
Young dude probably try'na make a name as a cop
I understand the game, but I couldn't believe this at all
He takes a pen out his pocket and told me "Look at the cap"
"Austin don't take your eyes off it", I'm talking to me in my head
He started moving and I'm glued to it, I know that I've passed
He puts the pen away and said "I want you to take a few steps

Go heel to toe, count 'em out, nine forward then back"
This on 287 so there's trucks and shit flying past
Did nine flawless so I turn around and do nine back
I see my car, his behind, and now seven more behind his now
I got all these pigs around me, felt like I was on a farm
Shoulders back and chest out, I can tell they try'na look strong
One comes over, turns me around after grabbing my arm
Slaps the cuffs and does the search and finds nothing because they wrong
Still they left me in cuffs even though I did nothing
Now he walks me to his car and I'm like "Nah, bro"
I little shaky in my legs, I was nervous, I ain't faking
Started reading my Mirandas like Cosgrove
"You under arrest for D-W-I" I said "Huh?"
He said "Son, don't make me have to say it twice"
Then it hit me, at this point, I ain't even been breathalyzed
I'm in the car, he started driving, bumping Em the whole ride
He was blasting it, pull up to the station and I'm mad as shit, what's happening?
Brings me to my cell and then he slams that shit
My anger is through the f*cking roof, my dude imagine
If you sober and get pulled over and this is where it lands you at
Talking to me through the cell, pressing me to tell 'em that
I sipped more than I did, but the truth is they wasn't having it
Want me to admit shit I ain't did, 'cause they harassing me
In two hours, the breathalyzer's set up and he hands me it
I deep breath of fresh air, I exhale and waited
The results are printed, he stands there and reads it
Me mad, I can't wait 'cause he has to say it
0.00, bitch that's what I've been saying
I told you, now I'm free to go, the homie Jordan picked me up
Shit I'm on my way home and now my mind is going nuts
Moment to reflect my thoughts, I oughta openly discuss
But what I asked myself is valid so let me open up
What if I was black?
What would've went differently? Tears, I'm holding 'em back
'Cause I done told the cops the truth from the jump but they still harassed
But then I think of all the videos I've seen
And now I have a first hand experience that they would probably see and laugh
What they go through day to day is not comparable' what happened to me
And it's evident, it's true, we all got access to see
The Twitter videos they never show on actual TV
Hug the ones you love, express it while you can
Know that no one is above, we all humans at the end
Different backgrounds is a blessing, teach each others what we can
If you listen, then I love you and forever I'll be here
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna get away from the past
Thinking 'bout a life where the hate don't last
Feel like people scared of moving forward, so attached
And what they know is wrong and some of us still get a badge
I don't wanna say I'm on, that'd be wrong
Feel like this been going on for way too long
Of course we gon' be fired up, we tired of
Seeing people have to fight for help, we've cried enough
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
Silent, don't be silent
If you are, you're just as violent
They can try to keep us quiet
They can't hide from the one that's highest, no

Drake – Say You Will (freestyle) Lyrics

Why do I feel so alone
Like everybody passing through the studio
Is in character as if we acting out a movie role
Talking bullshit as if it was for you to know
And I don’t have the heart to give these
Bitch ass niggas the cue to go
So they stick around kicking out feedback
And I entertaining as if I need that
I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that
My privacy about the only thing I need back
But it’s hard to think of them polite flows
Mr. fano poloto suits on your night clothes
And jordan sweat suits are your flight clothes
And you still make it even when they say your flight closed
Eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows
Life was so full
Now this shits just been light pole
Always said I’d say it all on the right track
But in this game u only lose when you fight back
Black diamond bracelets
Showing you the basics
I can’t live and hold the camara
Someone gotta tape dis
I make hits and like a bitch
Just married I ain’t miss
24 hours from greatness
I’m that close to
Don’t ever forget the moment
You began to doubt
Transitioning from fitting in to standing out
Los angeles, cabanas or atlanta south
Watchin home shows
Embarrassed to pull my camera out
And my mother embarased
To put my phantom out
So I park about 5 houses down
She said I shouldn’t have until I have the crown
But I don’t wanna feel the need to wear disguises around
So she wonder where my mind is and counts in the minus
But yet I’m rolling round the f*ckin city like your highness
Got niggas reactin without a sinus
Cause what I’m working with is timeless
And promoters trying to get me out to they club
And say I have fun but I can’t imagine how
Cause I just see my ex-girl
Standing with my next girl
Standing with the girl that I’m f*ckin right now

And shit could get weird unless they all down
And so I stay clear
We from a small town
And everybody talks and everybody listen
And somehow the truth just always comes up missing
I’ve always been something dat these lables can’t buy
Especially if they tryin to take a peice of my soul
And still b only tellin tales “damn drake fly”
And he just be like “silly mother f*cker I know”
That was your bad
How could you pass up on em?
He just take the records
And he gas up on em
Wayne will prolly put a million cash up on em
Surprised no one ever put your ass up on em
Oh they did pole
At least they try to
And that’s what happens
When you spitting what’s inside you
But slip up and shoot the wrong f*cking video
And they think they can market you
However they decide to naww
Before they told me to do me
And don’t listen to anybody that knew me
Cause who of known me would
Mean that there’s a new me
And if you think I’ve changed in the slightest
Could of fooled me
Baa into my city I’m da 2-3
Drug dealers live vicariously through me
I quit school and is not because I’m lazy
I’m just not the social type
And campus life is crazy understand
I could get money with my eyes closed
Lost some of my hottest versus down at cabo
So if you find a blackberry with the sides scroll
Sell that mothaf*cka to any rapper that I know
Cause they need it much more than I ever will
I got new shit
I’m gettin better still
Little niggas put my name in their verses
Cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal
Future said cause it’s ye shit you better kill
And I think it’s got them making of a legend feel
Problem with these other niggas they
Ain’t never real
Yea… that’s all I can say

Aidonia Drops New Song “Dat Eazy” Amid Beef With Vybz Kartel

Aidonia dropped his new song “Dat Eazy” amid eviction rumors.

Dancehall fans and critics have been verbally pummeling Aidonia since rumors surfaced that the deejay and his family were being evicted from their home. Though it took a while, Donia seemingly denied the claims on Instagram in a post previewing his new song “Dat Eazy.” “Me live inna dem brain RENT FREE!!!! #DatEasy” he wrote asking fans, “UNU READY?”

The new release has now arrived with accompanying visuals, and it was worth the hype. In the new Chimney Records Production, Aidonia taps into his flow master facet and delivers trap dancehall rhyme schemes and flows all up and down the track.

In the music video, Didi likens his lyrical prowess to a basketball star putting up shots and slam dunks. “Jordan ask mi fi shoot mi seh dat easy / Dawg dem a fool dem a fool / Nah no clue to the flow wah mi use / Yeah mi flow gi dem flu / I’m fly yeah mi flew / Dem watch wid dem yiy / Weh mi fly weh mi flew / Pon a island weh cool wid a nice likkle boo / Wid a smile wah so cute / And a vibe by the pool / And she tight and she cute / And mi like how she ride when she ride pon di tool,” Didi deejays on the track.

“Dat Eazy” sees the deejay speaking on his constant scrutiny in the media while he remains low-key. Recently, Vybz Kartel accused Aidonia of being “hype n still a pay rent,” which many believe is the post he was addressing with his “rent free” subliminal. The deejay does not address the scandal directly in the new track, but he does talk about his relevance and how “easy” it is for him to make a banger.

Prior to the release of “Dat Eazy,” Aidonia took to Instagram to prep fans for a midday drop. Alongside a photo of the artwork for the song, he wrote, “All who never know ah Today unu aguh see seh it #DatEasy fi didi ! #BOMBSAWAYYY !!! How midday sound?”

Listen to Aidonia’s new track for yourself and decide if it really is “Dat Eazy” for the dancehall star.

Marlo – Shot Caller Lyrics (feat. Offset & YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ride ’til the wheels fall off (ride ’til the wheels fall off)

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Marlo]
PFK be the realest, no switching up
And I ain’t need no lucky charm ’cause I had luck
Really slapped mine on these niggas, I’m havin’ that fetty
We don’t do no drive-by, nigga we walk up and get it
If Thug send the word, he know I’ma go and get it, yeah
Sellin’ them bags of midget
Bro I’m sellin’ that gas, no really, yeah
And Melly sittin’ in them trenches
I pull up the Bentley, right in the trenches
I told him straight up that he the realest
And he the realest, I really did it
I sold a thousand pounds of midget in the kitchen
I really did it, yeah

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gang authentic (gang)
Head of my gang, lieutenant (hey)
Straight from the Nawf, tryna get it (Nawf)
Three young niggas, yeah we winnin’ (woo, woo)
Remember when the back end wasn’t that big but a nigga had to split it (we had to split it)
Murk in the feds, got caught with a SIG and it cost two-fifty (quarter ticket)
Ain’t no switchin’
Them my dogs, they bite, they vicious (urr, urr)
Private jet with the revolver, stay on my pivot (bah bah bah)
Pray to God ’cause I can’t get caught with this pistol (no)
Big boy missiles (missiles)
Niggas trained to kill when I whistle (hey)

[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
Big ball, big ballin’
I’ma big dog, lil doggy
Your bitch can’t keep her lips off me
I just can’t see myself fallin’
Can’t see myself fallin’
I’ma ball like I’m James Harden
Ball like my name Jordan
Balmain jeans on me
Uh, I’ma put some change on me
You ain’t gon’ never see where it came from
You ain’t gon’ never say where I can’t come
You ain’t gon’ never ever flame nothin’
Uh, I’ma be the same one
I ain’t gon’ never ever change nothin’
I ain’t gon’ never give the game up
We won’t let the money change us

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

W.e.n.a. – Sny 2.0 Lyrics

[Zwrotka 1]
Chyba nie mogę napisać, że jestem niedoceniony
Po trzech albumach, czuję niedosyt po nich
Rzadko ich słucham – gram, nie mogę zwolnić
Nowa muzyka, nowe życie nowe domy
Wciąż walczę, jedna z niewielu rzeczy bez zmian
Urodziłem się by zwyciężać, nie potrafię przegrać
Nie mogę pisać, że nie biorę hajsu za rap
Zabawne, nie widziałem tyle hajsu na raz
Niedługo kupię nową parę Jordanów w Stanach
Alternatywnie spędzałbym ten czas na haju w bramach
Miłość teraz, to kwestia zaufania
Młoda, zrozum, że mogę nie znaleźć więcej czasu dla nas
Niedawno nie stać mnie było na ubrania
Dziś na lodówce kładę Mamie pliki hajsu z grania
Kocham Cię Mamo, to czego mnie nauczałaś
Daje rezultat, uwierz, Tobie nigdy bym nie skłamał
Z resztą nie wiem po co miałbym
Nawet kiedy zmieniałem zdanie, nie zmieniałem prawdy
Fotografuję czas, te same kadry mijają mnie
Zwalniam migawkę, dni tej samej rangi, jak każdy
Każdy po nim, zapisane na liniach papilarnych naszych dłoni
I w szeregach nut na pięciolinii
Idę dalej, to zaledwie jedna z dróg, nie znam innych

[Zwrotka 2]
Chyba nie mogę napisać dzisiaj, że jutra nie znam
Znając bookingi z października na początku kwietnia
Pamiętasz, “Nigdy” nie chcę po prostu przestać
Czuje w środku głód, dam Wam go odczuć w sercach
Nie byłem dotąd tak pewien swoich przekonań
I mimo, że absolutnie nic nie wniosła do nich szkoła
Mam klasę, choć nie powtarzałem żadnej
Doceń to, jaki jestem, nie to kim się stałem nagle
Znalazłem się gdzieś wysoko, ponad standardem
Nie znasz mojego życia, poznajesz jedynie fragment
Wiele pragnień, są blisko gdy upadnę
Uniosę się i wstanę tak, jak robiłem to dawniej
I teraz, gdy otaczają mnie nowe spojrzenia
Odnajduję w nich siebie, znam to od urodzenia
Z rozmów o celach, w drogę przez założenia
Do subiektywnej wygranej, którą niewielu docenia

[Zwrotka 3]
Mogę napisać, że od zawsze tego pragnąłem
Choć w talii kart, którymi gram, wszystkie są znaczone
Zmęczone dłonie, życie poza domem, studio, trasa, mało snu, wysiłek ponad normę, Dd początku ciężko pracowałem, by tu stanąć
Za bardzo szanuję fanów by zdobywać ich udając
Znam swoją wartość, gdy mogę w oczy patrząc
Obserwować źrenice, jak napełniają się pasją
Jeden cel, nie zależy mi na innych
Jeden sen i nie czuję się bezsilny
Nad ranem, gdy budzę się i mijają godziny
I wstaje nowy dzień, a świat znowu szuka winnych
Jeden cel, jedno życie, jeden na nie plan
Nie mogę napisać, że nie dostrzegałem szans
Nie zostanę sam – gdy uderza rytm, oddaję mu cały czas

Ygtut – Big Poppa Lyrics

[Hook – YGTUT]
Big bank, call me Big Poppa
Big daddy to the Lil’ Momma’s
Slim waist with a big bottom
We ain’t havin’ no drama
Big man bout the lil’ problems
It ain’t nothing that we can’t solve
I’m posted posted with the big ballers
Big rims with the big bodies
Can’t f**k with him, cause he a clique hopper
But nigga, you a flip flopper
We run it like an offense, and uh..
And we gon’ run it til’ we out of town

[Verse 1 – YGTUT]
Thanking the Lord for givin’ me grace, I caught the [?] case
Was facing a lot of time, now we tryin’ to keep it straight
Scrapin’ the chains, count it, we just tryin’ to make it shake
I got the Jordan’s yellin’, now a couple bills late
So much on my mind, so much shit up on my plate
This is precious time, can’t afford to make mistakes
They just hit my brodie’s crib, just the other day
He just had a daughter, please don’t let em take my bro away
That’s a lot of time, enough to make you feel afraid
Tryin’ to talk to God, but just can’t find no words to say
Couple trucks to move the money to another place
Paranoid, so now you sleepin’ with a baby k
On the other side, trying to stay up out the way
Workin’ on the music, bout to drop another tape
Droppin’ records, they like ‘Tut, you been MIA’
But how the f**k have I been MIA when that ain’t where I stay?

[Hook x2 – YGTUT]
Big bank, call me Big Poppa
Big daddy to the Lil’ Momma’s
Slim waist with a big bottom
We ain’t havin’ no drama
Big man bout the lil’ problems
It ain’t nothing that we can’t solve
I’m posted posted with the big ballers
Big rims with the big bodies
Can’t f**k with him, cause he a clique hopper
But nigga, you a flip flopper
We run it like an offense, and uh..
And we gon’ run it til’ we out of town

[Verse 2 – YGTUT]
Feelin’ me now, I’m giving you game and niggas late better listen
I pay close attention, wizard in the 5th dimension
My little intuition send me clear of bad intentions
Sneakin’ bitches on niggas who tried to go against us
Used to try to short us, now they want a picture with us
Bitches curve, done made a U-turn to come and get it
Ain’t been the same since 20-17 December
Lookin’ around, a lot of people they no longer with us…
Damn nigga…
I thought that we was homies, I don’t understand nigga
Can’t let no one control me, I’m my own man nigga
If you can’t respect that, then I can throw some hands with ya
I got a lot of plans…
To feed the fam, I’m tryin’ to give you a story that is still untold
But the story gotta still unfold
So Imma just, Imma just, just keep doing my damn thing nigga
I’m a…

[Hook x2 – YGTUT]
Big Poppa
Big daddy to the Lil’ Momma’s
Slim waist with a big bottom
We ain’t havin’ no drama
Big man bout the lil’ problems
It ain’t nothing that we can’t solve
I’m posted posted with the big ballers
Big rims with the big bodies
Can’t f**k with him, cause he a clique hopper
But nigga, you a flip flopper
We run it like an offense, and uh..
And we gon’ run it til’ we out of town

Breland – My Truck Lyrics

[Chorus]
You can drink my liquor, you can call my lady
You can take my money, you can smoke my blunt
Scuff these Jordan’s, you can say you hate me
You can call me crazy, but don’t touch my truck (Sku, sku)
Skerrrerrrurrree (Yah, yah) skerrrerrrurrree
Don’t touch my truck (Prr, yah)
Skerrrerrrurrree (Woohoo) skerrrerrrurrree
Don’t touch my-

[Verse 1]
V8 engine with the windows tinted
Boy, we came from the bottom got it out the mud
Whole block jumping ’cause the subs stay hittin’
If they roll up on me know I keep one tucked (Ouh yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell them boys come and get me, I be riddin’ through the city
Young, rich, and I’m pretty, homie don’t get it twisted
Keep a sip in the hemi, red cup fully of Henny (oh, ah, ouhh)
My hittas comes in plenties, for real

[Chorus]
You can drink my liquor, you can call my lady
You can take my money, you can smoke my blunt
Scuff these Jordan’s, you can say you hate me
You can call me crazy, but don’t touch my truck (Sku, sku)
Skerrrerrrurrree (Yah, yah) skerrrerrrurrree
Don’t touch my truck (Prr, yah)
Skerrrerrrurrree (Woohoo) skerrrerrrurrree
Don’t touch my-

[Verse 2]
Wood grain dash with the matte black finish
And it match my shawty with the big ol’ butt
Know them boys soft ’cause they got hard feelings
You can try me if you wanna go test your luck (Woo)

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell them boys come and get me (Get me)
I be riddin’ through the city (Woo)
Young, rich, and I’m pretty (Yuh)
Homie don’t get it twisted (Yuh)
Keep a sip in the hemi (In the hemi)
Red cup fully of Henny (You know we drink)
My hittas comes in plenties, for real

[Chorus]
You can drink my liquor, you can call my lady
You can take my money, you can smoke my blunt
Scuff these Jordan’s, you can say you hate me
You can call me crazy, but don’t touch my truck (Ohhh)
Skerrrerrrurrree, skerrrerrrurrree
Don’t touch my truck (Don’t)
Skerrrerrrurrree (Touch) skerrrerrrurrree (Uhhh)
Don’t touch my truck

[Outro]
Woo, ouu, woo, ouu, woo, ouu
Don’t touch my truck (Woo, ouu, woo, ouu, woo, ouu)
Don’t touch my truck

Frisco – I See You Lyrics (feat. Prez T, P Money & Wiley)

[Verse 1: Frisco]
(I see you)
It goes G-A-N-G-ST, so don’t test me
Where’s the rest G? E-R, best in the game, yeah we are
G’d up from the feet up
Something to say? I’ll speak up, I’m not a weak heart
The lyrical skeng will squeeze off (sky)
Hold on, wait for the deep part
The butterfly that will jook man rise the machine and kwuff man
They better speak properly
Bad vibes I’m trying to keep off me
It was no comment when the police got me (no comment, shhhh, say ‘nuttin)
See no evil, hear no evil
If man try violate my people, it will get messy like Resident Evil
(evil, evil)

[Verse 2: Wiley]
(I see you)
I see you looking at my path for a path
Real MCs, we’re the last of the last
I started out with Marv in the marque
If you look around, still see Marv in the marque
Like day one, day one, man are bredrins
Earn a likkle money cause we wanna get tings
Tings for the family, tings for the yutes, after that see me in a Jordan boot
Yo, I can see the game clear like a linesman
You can see me on the horizon
Album’s dropping, full circle, I’m popping
This time blud I ain’t stopping
Remember, me and Frisco have got dreams from before that will take off your headtop clean
You know what I mean, how ya mean?
I said BBK is the team (I see you)

[Hook: P Money]
I jump on snap, couple girl wanna pree me, (I see you)
I drop a new flow, now these MCs wanna be me, but (I see you)
Put tints on the whip, so now they can’t see me, but (I see you)
Man want a favour, but man can’t retweet me (I see you)
(x2)

[Verse 3: President T]
(Prez)
Wait till I see him, wait till I see them
Karma’s a goon, never gonna pree them
I see you, never on your own
When I say minutes, they better know (I see you), never on the phone
If you wanna talk, just be clever with your tone
100 stars, but only one gets shown (wake up)
Fully ingrown, up in the sky, must have been on about drones
“Wait till I see guys go against Prez”
Never gonna be wise, they were like, “Can’t wait ’till T dies”
I came back with 100 replies, you took a break in grime (woah)
Had to revise (I see you)

[Hook: P Money]
I jump on snap, couple girl wanna pree me, (I see you)
I drop a new flow, now these MCs wanna be me, but (I see you)
Put tints on the whip, so now they can’t see me, but (I see you)
Man want a favour, but man can’t retweet me (I see you)
(x2)

Kekra – Osms Lyrics

[Intro]
Boumidjal X on the track, bitch
Ouais

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Couplet 1]
J’vois des ânes en psychiatrie, sur le crâne grosse cicatrice
Flow semi-auto-toto-matique, la misère fait d’moi un artiste
Le reste dehors veut voir ma bite
Suce ma pipe a crack, nigga
J’sors d’la giga trap nigga
f**k ton bric-à-brac, nigga
Tout le monde à terre sauve qui peut
Le million, est à milles lieues
De comprendre la guigne que nous vivions
Que l’excellence j’suis pas fils de…
Ou frère d’un, tel…
Ne rappes pas frérot fais-le
Si tu parles de ta maille on t’fait le
J’vois le reste qu’est jealous

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Couplet 2]
Regarde les, sur leur te-tê couronne de barbelés
J’suis là pour la monnaie, épargnez-moi tous vos hip-hop hurray
Tu l’as critiqué, imité, avant mais maintenant tu l’es
J’ai raté l’avion maman j’suis Macaulay Culkin, Jordan immaculées
Gucci sur le dos, iens-cli sur le dos
Lunettes Versace placées sur le nez
Veulent m’étouffer mais la misère renait
Motivation de la mif sur l’épaule
Impossible d’changer le fusil d’épaule
Y’a d’ja le RPG sur l’épaule gauche
La concu’ frôle la ménopause
Donc faut que j’dose

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Outro]
Bouh bouh
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Tha cash
La monnaie

Blacc Zacc – Bag After Bag Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Blacc Zacc & Lil Baby]
It’s that bag talk, it’s that bag talk
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
B-A-G me, this that bag talk
She like why you walk like this ’cause this that bag walk
All my diamonds hittin’ like a glass ball
And I hear you niggas poppin’ but it’s all talk
Fifty-five hundred on a CC bag
Get the money, put it up, they’ll never see this cash
Got some dogs in Carolina, said they get ’em by the hundred
Told ’em meet me at the spot, just send a driver with the money
Niggas hatin’ on me dog
But I’m blessed, I’m thanking god, I hit my knees dog
Call me Jordan, I got bags for twenty-three dog
Bougee glasses, I ain’t never gon’ see y’all
I just get that bag dog

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
I just got some drip from YSL
I just left LA, I scored a bale
Swimming in that water, Michael Phelps
Got four pockets full like I just signed to 4PF, ayy
All my niggas bosses, not no runners
I be in the trenches with some gunners
200K in jewelry, I’m being humble
Put a bag up on her, he mad I f**ked his baby mama, ayy
Got his feelings hurt and brought that lil bitch Birkin
I been sippin’ syrup and I’m poppin’ perkies
I be wrappin’ bales, I just started rappin’ verses
VVS’s on me, I got this shit from servin’

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

Sandra Mccracken – Awake My Soul Lyrics

The image of God invisible, the first born of all life
Before and within, he holds it all in
One name, one faith, one Christ

No one is good enough, to save himself
Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else

I trust no other source or name, nowhere else can I hide
This grace gives me fear, and this grace draws me near
And all that it asks it provides

No one is good enough, to save himself
Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else

No seam in this garment, all my rags to hide
No less than your love, for Jesus is mine

When I stand on the edges of Jordan
With the saints and the angels beside
When my body is healed, and the glory revealed
Still I can boast only Christ

No one is good enough, to save himself
Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else

No one is good enough, to save himself
Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else

To boast nothing else…
To boast nothing else…
To boast nothing else…
To boast nothing else…

Flatsound – A Song About Nothing Lyrics

As promised, here’s a song about the following:
Pizza
James and the giant peach
Lights, bookshelves, flowers
Right angle triangles
Throwing oranges
Nikkis spine surgery
Chelsies cat
So, i’ll try my hardest
It goes like this

I woke up this morning and had pizza for breakfast
Because i felt like shit and i looked like shit
And i thought that it’d be appropriate for me

Light’s, book shelves and flowers
That’s oddly specific
This song is so wordy
Maybe i should have written it down

Well nikki i hope you’re doing better
If i were around i’d bring you flowers
And we would watch james and the giant peach for hours

Last time jordan was over we threw fruit at trees
They were oranges that were resting by your feet
The landlord drove by and then he scolded me

I said ‘you don’t even know, i am 20 years old, which is a little too grown just to do as i’m told, judgement is clean, am as right as can be, i’m as right as triangles at 90 degrees’

Chelsie i forgot your cats name
I hope it doesn’t put you in a bad place
Because i know you used to name your kitty picks
After harry potter characters

This is a song about nothing
This is a song about everything
This is a song about whatever you want it to be

Neutro Shorty – Snowman Lyrics

Letra de “Snowman”

[Intro]
Hey, we got it
Trap Money, oh
Shorty, bitch
Skrt

[Verso 1]
I’m a snowman, I’m a snowman
Sigo rompiendo las normas (yeh)
Ellos quieren tener beef conmigo
Pero ni siquiera llegan a mi horma (heh)
Tratan y buscan las formas (yeah)
Cogen mérito y hasta se adornan (okay)
Y si fuéramo’ del mismo equipo
Ustedes fueran Rodman y yo fuera Jordan (su-su-su)

Yo no soy el más duro, pero veo mi futuro (hey-hey)
Ami me he dado cuenta
Que lo que se viene e’ millone’ de dólares seguro (cash-cash)
Si no me crees, no me creas (no)
Escucha este tema en unos años (wuh)
Y dirás “Demonio, Neutro es el demonio
O es que tiene poderes extraños”
Y no, sólo soy un ermitaño, lector amante del cañon (hey-hey)
Como fui la oveja gris de mi rebaño
Dios me dio como don hacer daño
Con líricas tan sádicas que pareciera
Que vienen llegando de Uranio (huh)
Tu mujer te dice que te ama
Pero me lo mama agachada en el baño (hey)

[Pre-Coro]
I’m a snowman, I’m a snowman
Soy el viola novia’ blusa cortas (oh)
No me importa nada
Si tienes el culo como Nicki en su vídeo “Anaconda”
Nunca espere’ que yo te responda (no)
Puedes esperar que yo me esconda (wuh)
Porque estoy en Quilla fumando una onza
Y en diez minutos meto la mondá (hey)

[Coro]
Soy el hombre de nieve
Puta, ven pa’ que pruebes (hey-hey)
No me hable’ de peleles
Háblame de papeles (hey-hey)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Tengo un R y un 9 (wuh)
Tengo muchas mujeres
Pero siempre soy frío
Soy el hombre de nieve (hey)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Puta, ven pa’ que pruebes (hey-hey)
No me hable’ de peleles
Háblame de papeles (hey-hey)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Tengo un R y un 9 (yeah)
Tengo muchas mujeres (yeh)
Pero siempre soy frío
Soy el hombre de nieve (brrr, hey)

[Verso 2]
Esperar nunca me desespera (no)
Por eso es que sigo firme en mi carrera (yeh)
Y nunca tengo miedo de estar solo
Pues la soledad es mi gran consejera
Ni siquiera sabes qué me espera
Me compraré un Lambo, quizá un Panamera
O sino me compro un local súper grande
Y lo convierto en un club para las rameras (oh-oh)

Soy pin, ¿mami qué esperas
Una serenata, cartas mañaneras?
Pa’ luego vengas, te enamores
Y al año comienzas con tus peleaderas (no)
No me gusta la celadera (no)
Lo que me gusta es la fumadera
Estos gafos me hacen tiraderas
Y más canta un niño mudo en su andadera

[Coro]
Soy el hombre de nieve
Puta, ven pa’ que pruebes (hey-hey)
No me hables de peleles
Háblame de papales (hey-hey)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Tengo un R y un 9 (wuh)
Tengo muchas mujeres
Pero siempre soy frío
Soy el hombre de nieve (hey, yeah)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Puta, ven pa’ que pruebes (hey-hey)
No me hables de peleles
Háblame de papales (hey-hey)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Tengo un R y un 9 (yeah)
Tengo muchas mujeres (yeh)
Pero siempre soy frío
Soy el hombre de nieve (hey)

Quilly – Cars, Clothes, Rose Gold Lyrics

[Verse 1: Quilly]

Rappin’ like I’m trappin’, it’s gon’ only make me richer
Loadin’ up the 30 and I give it to my hitter
Funny how I’m winnin, I was losin’ like the 6ers
People prayin’ that I give up but I never been a quitter
Benji; my nigga, bank teller; my nigga
In Saks Fifth, doin’ the money dance cuz my bankroll a lil thicker
Benz 600 but the shooters in a sprinter
I already f**ked the summer up, now I’m ready for the winter
Streets cold, need to keep me warm; chinchilla
Fiends walkin’ to me like the Zombies that’s in “Thriller”
Everybody got a shooter but who really got a killa?
Couple rappers doin’ big, I’m just here to do it bigger
Dam!

[Hook: Quilly]

f**k swag, I rather be wavy
f**k the love, I’d rather you hate me
Ball wit my niggas’ right after my shows
Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[Verse 2: Quilly]

25 for a verse, name a rapper that can see me
Wire me the money, you won’t even get to meet me
Funny how I’m wavy, they ain’t like me, I was peasy
Now I’m fresh up out of jail, my time was shorter than C-Breezy
Got the streets on lock, I ain’t givin’ up the combo
Rittenhouse Square, lookin’ down from the condo
Hatin’ niggas’ ain’t wanna see me home like LeBron tho
Lookin’ at my presidential, finally my time hoe
In the county trappin’, Quilly really rappin’
f**kin’ up the mike, I’m talkin’ Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Just was lookin’ at a 4-8, how did all this happen?
Switchin’ up my gears and I did it in a year, dam!

[Hook: Quilly]

f**k swag, I rather be wavy
f**k the love, I’d rather you hate me
Ball wit my niggas’ right after my shows
Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[Verse 3: Quilly]

Get up out the hood, I can see me now
What did all that hatin get you? I’m on tv now
Pull up on my enemies just to see em down
Pull up on my old hoes just to see em frown
Get it out the trap, watch them things float
Get it off track; Usain Bolt
I ain’t jumpin’ ship, this the same boat
Moncler for the winter; watch me change coats
Everybody won’t make it, I might change friends
Still got the same focus, never change plans
A 100 hitters on “go” and they’re all official
Just a young hood nigga wit some rich issues, oh!

[Hook: Quilly]

f**k swag, I rather be wavy
f**k the love, I’d rather you hate me
Ball wit my niggas’ right after my shows
Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Go Yayo – No Visa Lyrics

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

I’m a real trapper bitch I’m not a star
I’m on that perc and my bitch on a bar
I’m on that lean lean lean hi tech no par
Chopper hit you, you get more than a scar
You looking for me bitch you know where we are
Get clout on my block we gon wet up your car
100 round drum on a AR
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a far
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a distance
Bullets keep coming them bitches persistent
Get you myself I don’t need no assistance
Heat seeker ain’t no way that I’m missing
VVS on me they dripping
I got them benjis on me and you know that they cripping
Ball like the goat bitch I’m Jordan you pippen
Thooka hit em wet em up and we dipping
Draco on me bitch you know what I tote
Ice on my neck If you reach you get smoked
Speak on my name you get turned into a ghost
Murder party and lil bitch I’m the host
You beefing on twitter we pop with pole
Let off 6 shots and I hit em with 4
Hop out the car just to hit him up close
Old goof ass nigga got killed for a post

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

Pil C – Sin City Lyrics (feat. Majk Spirit)

[Intro: Majk Spirit & Pil C]
Oh yeah, aha
Starý môj, starý môj, starý môj
Pil C, Pil C
Speezy, Speezy, Speezy
Abe, Abe, Abe, Abe
Abe, Abe, Abe, Abe
Yes

[Verse 1: Pil C]
Videl som tú kurvu v klube
A vedel som čo ráno bude
Vedel som že keď pôjdem domov tak ona tam bude čakať jak pudel
Jej kamoš je Rand ako buzzer
Vraveli Pil C je super
Jej chlapci si dávali make-up ale ten náš pravobiely ako púder
*brrrrr*
Mám rád keď so mnou je dole
A doma keď ona je hore
A nebývam v hoteli aj tak každý víkend mením te plachty za nové
Chlapci ju volali k sebe
Ni sú smiešni jak meme
Ajtak z nich nikto sa nevie k nej správať tak ako sa správam ja k žene
Ona je spasiteľ, anti hrdina volaj ma punisher
Rap je náš job starý môj
Preto pravidelne odchádzam do práce každý jeden víkend
Ja som bol piči starý môj
Zvykol som bývať rozdrbaný kludne celý týždeň na nejakom byte
Dávno sme iný starý môj
Dávno už máme piči čo si vy myslite
*Hááa*

[Chorus: Majk Spirit]
Nejsme ako ty starý mój
Nejsme ako ty starý mój, *moj*
Teraz idem ja starý mój
Pozor idem ja starý mój, *moj*
Seriózny shit starý mój
Ne sériový trik malý bóy, *boy*
Toto sme my starý moj
Takto si žijeme tu my starý moj

[Verse 2: Majk Spirit]
Čávo aj keby som mal copíky
Sila v mojich vlasoch ako Samson
Sila v mojom oku ako Hercules
Vysoko tam hore, áno tam som!
Armáda slov aj keď sám som
Ne iluminati, tu velí Makaveli
Muhammed Ali, sto nocí v roku na hoteli
Nejsom čakateľ, idem ďalej keď zavadzali
Dojdu hudby, idem acapelly
To je bagatel, iní sú amatéri
Sú to pózeri, sú tu len pre kamery, Povedz
Kto je pravý naozaj? Kto je pravý naozaj?
Ty si pravý naozaj? Ty si pravý nebodaj?
Nejsi pravý nemotaj
Neexistuje. Náhoda je blbec aj keď vymslený
Blbec ešte vymyslený
Radšej blázon, ale šťastný a naozajstný
Naozaj naozajstný, Spirit Michael, Petržalský
*Ah*
Ženy, víno, spev
A všetky ženy jak víno zrejú
Nie všetky veci len k zlému spejú
A všetci raperi sú bez úsmevu
Šišky zelené jak Hulk, plný hnevu
Šišky zelené jak nasratý Hulk!
Malcolm Y-man, ako Batman som tu za mesto a ľudí
Kapitán Slovensko, niečo ako biely Hancock nosím eSko na hrudi
Diamant je diamant aj keď leží v hovne a svetlo to prežije aj v Sin City
Rob si čo chceš ale nezabudaj nikdy koho syn si ty

[Pre-Chorus: Majk Spirit]
S kým si ty
S kým si?
S kým si ty?
Povedz mi s kým si
Povedz mi s kým si ty
Ha?
Či jediného syn si ty, alebo vyjebané Sin City
Ha?
Koho syn si ty? Yea syn si ty, syn si ty

[Chorus: Majk Spirit]
Nejsme ako ty starý mój
Nejsme ako ty starý mój, *moj*
Teraz idem ja starý mój
Pozor idem ja starý mój, *moj*
Seriózny shit starý mój
Ne sériový trik malý bóy, *boy*
Toto sme my starý moj
Takto si žijeme tu my starý moj

[Verse 3: Pil C]
Na zemi JORDAN, všade kam pozrem
Party skončila ty kurva, tak ukáž mi oheň
Jebeme all day, všade je bordel
A keď ti poviem že vypadni tak obleč sa a opusť postel!
Robím si čo chcem ako Deadpool
Sme vysoko pri hviezdach ako Merkur
Sme hrdinovia tejto doby, *starý moj*
Dávno sme mimo vaších cenzúr
Iný bank, dávno iný bank, tvoj oproti nášmu je len minimal
Povedz kto to iný dal, iný Hulk, iný Hall, tvoj reper je Bruce Banner, ja som iný Hulk, iný crowd, iný sound
Keď idú na môj koncert tak vedia že klub zhorí jak keby som zhadzoval napalm
Keď idú na tvoj koncert oblečú sa do čierného lebo vedia že idú na kar
Nepičuj a keď pičuješ tak dávaj si bacha, Ratatatata
Vtrhnem do budovy a unesiem celý backstage jak šakal

[Chorus]
Nejsme ako ty starý mój
Nejsme ako ty starý mój, *moj*
Teraz idem ja starý mój
Pozor idem ja starý mój, *moj*
Seriózny shit starý mój
Ne sériový trik malý bóy, *boy*
Toto sme my starý moj
Takto si žijeme tu my starý moj

Moneybagg Yo – Fadeaway Lyrics

[Intro]
How you know where you comin’ up and shit right?
It’s like you niggas get [?] and shit
Young Swerve, Young Swerve, Young Swerve
Bitches don’t be the same no more
It’s like everything just get faded away and shit
Shit crazy
Yeah

[Verse 1]
They don’t like it, they don’t hear the state ([?]), probably wanna see me dead or with a case (huh)
Going extra hard, tryna pave the way (mine) for my kids and niggas from the day one day (my day one people)
Damn, I wish Sleepy could see this shit (damn), told my last hoe I don’t need a bitch (I don’t need you, ho)
Told my niggas I came up and grew up with (you can have it), you can hand me your watches, get filthy rich (for real)
But some of them niggas did fade away (damn), like a MJ shot, I hate to shake ‘n bake ’em (I had to get ’em)
I saw you on the interstate (swerve), then fade off like the barber did my table (I’m gone)
Never f**ked a batty ho, nigga (no), ho comin’ then they go, nigga (they do)
That’s why I f**k ’em, then they fade away (haha), but they really here to pay and not to stay (hahaha)
Like Boosie, we Goin’ Thru Some Thangs, don’t nobody understand it, mane (nobody understand it)
Spent a couple thou’ on a pinkie ring, give that bitch the speaker to say “bling blang” (bling blaow)
Or a [?], and watch me fade away (woo), free all my niggas that’s caged away (woo)
R.I.P. for those that ain’t here today (bitch), my goal is only just days away (for real)
Hey

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)

[Verse 2]
I just blew some money at the gallery (I swear), my bitch like “you so materialistic (f**k this shit)
But bitch, we came down with this money, ho (huh), it gon’ fade away anyway, be realistic (you know what)
I’m so determined while I’m on this mission (I swear, nigga), I was so sick of roses and the dishes (I’ve had it in)
Selling bowls and midges, then I whip it, whip it (whip, whip, whip), becomin’ like a chef, make money out the kitchen (hey, hey, hey)
I f**k with my Jordan’s the long way (long way), keepin’ VVS’s in my braces (I said it, nigga), and my niggas
Since we talkin’ ’bout them alphabets (what), the AK fade you away for talkin’ reckless (rrraaar)
Spent some money on a petty bitch (petty ho), she faded off out the bottle some, that was so petty, girl (petty ho)
Got the toes on that real bitch (what you call it?) That’s what us street niggas call a pedicure (hey)
Keep my head up at all times (all times), stack, stack some bread up from all the grind (all the grind)
A bitch look like Megan, and she all mine (all mine), sippin’ different colors, drinkin’ all kinds (all kinds)
Throwin’ money in the bed like a jumpshark, fade away, fade away, fade away (swish)
He ain’t shit, that’s somethin’ that a hater would say (haha), and f**k, they gon’ hate anyway (anyway)

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh)

Raekwon – Chef It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Word
Yeah
Jump into the movie
Let’s go

[Verse 1]
Flex around town with the powerful flow in the latest
I’m like a jag, more spots, more courageous
I’m here, I never left, the chef blade henchman
Rep with a thousand one trenchmen
We all wearin’ sweats, Gillettes, and oxes, more foxes
Coolin’ on top of the spots holdin’ choppers
Some new Jordan 6s in the six
Fly niggas f**k this, f**k that
My winners get enough that
Teflon Dons and pimps, pop models
Louis goggles and the S class blast, don’t hit the potholes
We racin’, everything’s laced, here’s the ratio
Now bust that down, let’s get more fellatio

[Chorus]
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?

[Verse 2]
Grass get lit in bamboo, the band new
I will be one of the elites in the streets
Stores where fours get bought we open up wars
Some swords get caught, some broads got bored
Next level, new level, it’s gods against devils
Czars against rebels, we never been flipped
Army brigades with blades on, all types of niggas catch fades
In the middle of the street in the yellow line
The timin’ is massive, let’s run to the parade
Bangkok hammers get blazed
It’s in the streets, be amazed
How young homies turn into slaves
Eat that nigga for days, what

[Chorus]
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
That’s how you do that shit, man, for real, man?
That’s what you do when them niggas here?
That’s how it’s going down?
A-yo, you let me tell you something, man
f**k all them niggas, straight up, man
I don’t even wanna say it, man
But y’all already know, man
Y’all already know the greatest man
The greatest man
We the f**kin’ best, nigga, what?
Hahahaha, yeah, son
Tell ’em what it is son
That’s right, man
The adventures
Chef, one
Yeah

Klinac – Sve Ok Lyrics

[Strofa 1]
Pre dinu hteo sam da bilo gde odem
Al’ gde god odem, pitam se: “Da l’ stvarno pripadam ovde?”
Nikad nisam od onih koji te lažu da vole
Na kraju krajeva nije ni bitno, svakako svako i ode
Kad odeš, nemoj nikada da se vraćaš
Za izdaju na vreme reći ću ti samo: “Hvala”
Na nozi Jordan 4, prešô je za čet’ri para
A moje kupljene su sad pre čet’ri dana
I sve što tražim uvek nađem
Al’ nekad pomislim da nisam ni za ovo građen
Jer svako novo sranje oduzima mi snage
Ako ovako nastavim, umreću mnogo mlad jer
Ima strana ovog sranja koja ne vidi se
Ti crni podočnjaci, al’ na slici ne vide se
Malo mi fali da puknem i kažem: “Jebite se!”
I dalje bežim od svega, al’ možda prestigne me
Kol’ko para sam sjebô je baš za sjebati se
Ja toliko plašim se para jer mogu sjebati sve
I nisam došô po pare pa neću predati se
Al’ čak i pobedničke pesme su mi depresivne

[Refren]
I kao, kao sve ok, sve ok
A kao imam sve, kao smejemo se
A kao nije više isti, on promenio se
A nosim teret na leđima što je težak kô svet
Kao sve ok, sve ok
I kao imam sve, kao smejemo se
A kao nije više isti, on promenio se
A nosim teret na leđima što je težak kô svet

[Strofa 2]
Majka me jutros ispratila uplakana
A ti me mrziš zato što si uvek sama
Mi pucamo, ne možeš da trpiš moja sranja
Jer nikad, ja nikad nisam imô P od plana
Daj mi tu bocu – moram nešto da joj šapnem
Daj mi tu buksnu – možda zavije mi rane
Daj bilo šta što će da usere mi pamet
Daj bilo šta, samo da ovo sranje stane
Zaboravio sam svrhu dok tragao sam za srećom
Izgubljen idem po svetlo, zauvek tražiću nešto
Al’ ako ne bude s tobom, onda zapaliću nebo
Ako kraj je sa tobom, onda na kraju je srećno
Zaboravio svrhu, tragao sam za srećom
Izgubljen idem po svetlo, zauvek tražiću nešto
Al’ ako ne bude s tobom, onda zapaliću nebo
Pa neka gori kô mesto gde ću završiti jednom

Lawrence Rothman – Jordan Lyrics (feat. Kristin Kontrol)

I’ve lived long enough long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough long enough in shame

I live in world that I’m neither boy or girl
I’m not alone Not human or animal
Jordan would you die for me die for me you know I’d die for you
Sorry never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend Jordan

After everything you’ve done
I know I’m the only one
Who’s Bad for me bad for me bad for me

You crash into my vision like spirit with know latitude
Don’t need to understand anything as long as I do
All the life in me life in me
I chose to kill for you
Kinda always new I’d fall in love with my best friend Jordan

After everything you’ve done
I know I’m not the only one
Who’s’ Bad for me bad for me bad for me

There’s nothing left save
There’s no blood left in my face
Cause I’m bad for me
I’m bad for me bad for me so bad me

I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
Jordan Jordan Jordan

Lil Uzi Vert – Froze Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up

[Verse 1]
Like 10 toes deep, I’m all in
Yeah, 10 toes deep, I’m all in
Yeah, everyday I be ballin’
Yeah, everyday I be ballin, yeah
Split that lil bitch and she act like she know me
I be ballin’ like Ginobili, (Skrt)
Whippin’ it all the way till’ my wrist numb
I can feel it in my shoulder
Somebody grab me a Polaroid, Polaroid, cuz my diamonds they so polar, aye
Talking that shit, pull up right on your block, got that drum
And that choppa’ on shoulder
Fuck nigga you can not fight, yeah
Bitch come in two just like dice, yeah
I need it wet just like splash, yeah
Gettin’ my money? Yeah, right
Yeah, fucking yo bitch cuz she right, yeah
Riding my dick like a bike, yeah
She is not spending the night, yeah
She is not spending the night

[Pre-Hook]
Yeah, I was in love with that girl
She was in love with a girl
I was in love with that dyke
I do not fuck with her brother
I was in love with a dyke
Nowadays I got a wife
I do not think about her

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up

[Verse 2]
Umm, Yeah
Uh no I’m not Jordan but I am the GOAT just like Kobe
My car’s so fast, 200 on dash, won’t test it (skrrr)
Gettin’ money, that’s a blessin’
Pray to the Lord that every day I be flexin’, ya
Some of my niggas they restin’, ya
I am still here, that’s a blessin’, ya
Swear I don’t do the textin’, ya
Lil bitch you is a peasant, ya
My chain might be tight but it’s heavy, ya
Don’t do no credit or debit, ya
All this money in my pocket, that shit get so heavy, ya

[Bridge]
Now I got me a new level
Now I went up in my level
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up