Kodak Black Shares He Misses NBA YoungBoy & Wants Them To Do A Collab

Despite having once been close friends, Kodak Black and NBA Youngboy have been steadily dissing each other online since 2020. It’s not clear what caused their bond to fall apart, but Kodak seems to be taking the high road in multiple instances lately, including when it comes to his beef with NBA.

Kodak Black was released from prison earlier this year following a pardon from former President Trump, and it appears that his experience with incarceration helped him to see some situations in a new light. Following Youngboy Never Broke Again’s arrest last month, Black responded to followers online asking if he was happy to hear the news.

“Nah, I ain’t happy YB went to jail,” he replied during an Instagram Live session. “F*ck I’m happy he went to jail for? That was my lil bruh at one point. The f*ck I’m happy for? We street n***as, that could be anybody.”

Not only does Kodak clearly not wish jail on anybody following his own time spent behind bars, but he also seems ready to consider NBA a friend again. Wearing his heart on his sleeve, Kodak took his sentiments a step further in a more recent IG Live video during which he admits that he misses his old friend.

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“Free that boy!” Kodak says while cozily wrapped up in a blanket. “I miss that boy, I can’t even lie about that one. I can’t even lie about that one, ya heard?”

Many fans hope that this change of heart means a collaboration between the two rappers might be in the cards in the near future, but for now, NBA remains in jail. He was arrested by federal authorities in Los Angeles due to an outstanding warrant and may have increased his sentence by feeling from officers when they attempted to pull him over. Only time will tell when these two friends can be reunited to finally reconcile their beef in person.

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Jordyn Woods And Karl-Anthony Towns Reacts To Cheating Rumors

Jordyn Woods and her boyfriend NBA star Karl-Anthony Towns have addressed claims that Towns was cheating on Jordyn. On Thursday, screenshots and a video recording by an unknown male suggested that Towns was not faithful to the former Kardashian bestie.

However, Jordyn Woods quickly took to social media to address the rumors and assert that, in fact, her relationship with Towns was “solid” in relation to the cheating rumor. She wrote on Twitter- “people really be praying on your downfall,” before continuing, “So crazy how someone can make fake screenshots and send it to blogs and y’all believe it. My relationship is more than solid and I put that on everything.”

Karl-Anthony also addressed the cheating rumors as he retweeted Jordyn’s original tweet by adding “a lot of goofies out here with photoshop skills,” along with a laughing hysterically emoji.

Jordyn also tweeted further as if she has scrutinized the voice notes forensically and concludes, “He don’t even talk like that. ‘Mamacita?’, come on now,” she asked about the language and word use in the voice note alleging the cheating rumor.

So crazy how someone can make fake screenshots and send it to blogs and y’all believe it ? my relationship is more than solid and I put that on everything.

— Jordyn Woods (@jordynwoods) March 18, 2021

“Mamita” ???? come on now

— Jordyn Woods (@jordynwoods) March 18, 2021

He don’t even talk like that ???

— Jordyn Woods (@jordynwoods) March 18, 2021

Jordyn also went on to defend her boyfriend as she said, “I normally don’t address anything but what you’re not gonna do is play with my mans character.” She also addressed an unnamed person responsible for the rumors- “And to the person who started this rumour…WE SEE YOU SIS…since you wanna be seen SO BAD. God see you too. Facts. I’m done for the day, I normally don’t even respond but had time today…love you guys.”

Meanwhile, Karl-Anthony Towns also hinted at a possible proposal in the future as he shares how happy he is with Jordyn. “So I got the baddest girl in he game and you think I’m gonna waste my energy with anyone else gtfoh! Same haters we got now are gonna be the same ones we have when I put that ring on her finger.”

So I got the baddest girl in the game and you think I’m gonna waste my energy with anyone else ? gtfoh! Same haters we got now are gonna be the same ones we have when I put that ring on her finger ?????

— Karl-Anthony Towns (@KarlTowns) March 18, 2021

Jordyn and Karl have been dating since 2020 after being friends for years prior, according to Jordyn. The two have said they bonded after losing parents over the last few years, with Jordyn’s father passing away in 2017 from cancer and Karl losing his mother and six other family members to Covid-19 last year.

I normally don’t address anything but what you’re not gonna do is play with my mans character??

— Jordyn Woods (@jordynwoods) March 18, 2021

And to the person who started this rumor… WE SEEE YOU SIS.. since you wanna be seen SO BAD. God see you too ?

— Jordyn Woods (@jordynwoods) March 18, 2021

Raffa Moreira – NBA Lyrics

[Letra de “NBA”]

[Intro]
Celo, você é foda
Wow, wow, wow, wow (Yeah, ei, Raff, yeah)
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow (Ei, 777, Raff, yeah)
Wow, wow, wow, wow (Ei, aham, ei, Raff)

[Refrão]
Playoff, eu brilho na NBA
Número um, me sinto LeBron James
Meu carro novo a mais de 200
Yeah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Meu inimigo provou do veneno
Eu fiz um drink com lean e Xanax
Minha bitch, ela é vadia mesmo
Minha droga é da mais cara mesmo

[Verso 1]
Blunt wrap, blueberry vanilla
Double cup e lean, favela, fashion killa
Sprite sem gás, eu amo codeína
Melhor ‘cê não tentar copiar minha vida
Rockstar, mano, eu vivo em turnê
Faço show, primeiro eu pego o cachê
Não saio do hotel com tudo pago
Minha bitch veste do mais caro
Meus manos todos atiram fácil
Glock .30 na sua cara
Você rasgado e eu dando risada
Meu cinto é da Gucci, eu vi na loja
Ele brilha porque eu paguei caro
Minha polo branca da Lacoste
Minha .30, ela cospe
Minha gang brilha no playoff

[Ponte]
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow (Ei, yeah)
Wow, wow, wow, wow (Aham, aham, uh, ei, Raff)

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow (Fernvndx Clothing, nego, 777, 777, Raff)
Wow, wow, wow, wow (Ei, yeah, uh)

[Verso 2]
Blunt, maconha, double cup e lean
Pra você pode ser repetitivo
Foda-se, bro, eu juro, eu vivo isso
Foda-se, bro, eu juro, hoje eu sou rico
Nunca gastei nada em propaganda
Meus manos assaltando sua banca
Nós de peça roubando as suas roupas (Uh)
Minha Sprite transparente é roxa (Aham, ei, uh)
Automático, carro Sport
Juro, eu nunca espero dar sorte
Pulo de estúdio em estúdio
Na próxima faixa, eu juro, eu vou ganhar o mundo (Yeah, ei, Raff)
Brinde de vodka, copo se eu tiver no fluxo
Loja não para, quebrada focada no lucro
A vida é um jogo, eu sou campeão da NBA

[Refrão]
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow (Yeah, ei, Raff)
Wow, wow, wow, wow (Yeah, aham)
Playoff, eu brilho na NBA (Ei, Raff)
Número um, me sinto LeBron James (Yeah, aham)
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
Meu carro novo a mais de 200
Yeah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
Yeah, yeah

NBA YoungBoy Fans Criticized His Mother For This Raunchy Statement On IG

NBA YoungBoy’s mother, Sherhonda Gaulden, has now fallen victim to the wrath of his fans on social media because of her recent post.

When you utter the name NBA YoungBoy, you are likely to receive a bevy of mixed reactions, from complete admiration to displeasure. This mostly stems from his promiscuous nature and the well-known fact that at only 21 years old, he is the father of seven children. Some of whom are quite close in age, being only months apart, as is the case with his daughter by DreaSymone and his son with Iyanna Mayweather. Many have questioned how quickly the rapper moves on from his relationships, often starting anew before the dust has settled on the prior.

The rapper also remains in the public eye to his criminal past, his violent lyrics, and his questionable character, as many fans would point out after his numerous posts on social media showcasing his love of guns, drugs, and women. In the past, the rapper has also been seen brandishing said weapons in the presence of his young children.

This time, however, the rapper is in the spotlight, not for something that he personally did, but the weight is falling on him just the same. Yesterday, fans were shocked and appalled when they encountered a risque and lewd social media post by his mother. “He say my cat so juicy he drink it out a glass,” she wrote.

She came under immediate fire, and heavy scrutiny as one fan commented, “You too f**king old for certain s**t, you need to remember you young boy mother one of y’all mfs gotta act mature!”

NBA YoungBoy’s mom quickly clapped back, questioning who the young lady was talking to while simultaneously flipping her the bird. Not backing down, the fan boldly proclaimed, “you MS .sheronda!”

Fans of the rapper then began a high artillery assault likening NBA’s behavior to that of his mother. “That’s why he acts the way he does look at his example,” one fan noted while another added, “She’s embarrassing and I see why her son fighting demons.”

Another IG user drove their point home writing, “This is what happens when ya have babies young, u end up trying to be YOUNG when you’re a whole Grandma. She needs to grow up.”

Despite the backlash she is receiving, Gaulden stands firm on her statement, informing all those who find her actions reprehensible to unfollow her. NBA YoungBoy has not yet made his voice heard on the matter, but it would be pretty interesting to see which side he supports.

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Jordyn Woods Ask Fans For Prayers For Karl-Anthony Towns Battling COVID-19

Karl-Anthony Towns has coronavirus, and his girlfriend, Jordyn Woods, is asking for prayers.

The Minnesota Timberwolves player is the latest celeb to test positive for the virus, which has already seen more than 24.1 million cases in the US over the last year. “Prior to tonight’s game, I received yet another awful call that I tested positive for COVID. I will immediately isolate and follow every protocol,” he wrote in a tweet. “I pray every day that this nightmare of a virus will subside and I beg everyone to continue to take it seriously by taking all of the necessary precautions. We cannot stop the spread of this virus alone, it must be a group effort by all of us.”

The news is particularly heartbreaking as Towns’ mother, Jacqueline, passed away in April, a week after contracting COVID.

As the 25-year-old battles, the illness which has already claimed so many lives, the woman in his life is echoing his prayers and asking for a few more to help him get through this tough time. “Praying for you babe. I know you’re going to pull through. God’s got you and so does your most powerful guardian Angel up there. You’re one of the strongest people I know,” wrote Jordyn Woods in response to his tweet.

Thank you for all of the support and prayers, my family and I have all been tested and the results came back negative. ???? Let’s continue to pray for a speedy recovery for @KarlTowns

— Jordyn Woods (@jordynwoods) January 16, 2021

The model, who has been in a relationship with Towns since July, asked her fans to send prayers the NBA star’s way while confirming that she and her family tested negative for the disease.

Here’s hoping that Towns feels better soon.

Praying for you babe. I know you’re going to pull through. God’s got you and so does your most powerful guardian Angel up there. ???? you’re one of the strongest people I know. Please send some prayers up. https://t.co/wtDjYynQ2x

— Jordyn Woods (@jordynwoods) January 16, 2021

Dvtch Norris – Save Us Lyrics (feat. Rori)

(Hook Rori)
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING

(Verse DVTCH NORRIS)
Just a young nigga from the countryside
Antwerp Antwerp Antwerp till a nigga die
See I was kind of different, needed special schooling
Daddy had no whip so Beo bus was booming
Kids were looking at me thinking I’m retarded
Couldn’t wait to get inside my mom’s apartment
10 years couldn’t wait to quit school
Told my teacher Imma do it
Told my teacher Imma do it
I was going through it
CLB they knew it
Thought that I was stupid
Thought my momma stupid
Everybody watching
I feel everybody watching
Bitch I been through hell & back my nigga losing ain’t an option yeah

(Hook Rori)
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING

(Verse DVTCH NORRIS)
I’m so scared of everything that’s scared of me
Every girl I wanted never wanted me
I should call Tekashi for security
Because a nigga filled with insecurities
Aye baby there’s something wrong with me
They feel like NBA, I feel like summer league
I cannot f**k with the bogus, I gotta focus, sorry man I gotta focus
I’m trying to get what I lack, I talking racks
I’m trying to get me the yoghurt
50 cents out my momma bag
We was broke as f**k man we barely had the cash
I was stealing 50 cents out my bag
We was broke as f**k man we barely had the cash

(Hook Rori)
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING x2

(Outro)
Ayo listen up
Beo busses to tour busses
Too dumb and retarded for society
That’s how a nigga feels

Dj Chose – I Thought Lyrics (feat. Inayah Lamis)

[Intro]
DJ Chose
Mhm, yeah yeah

[Bridge: DJ Chose]
Started out deep, don’t got the same homies
Niggas hood hoppes with slains on me
Bitches took my love, yeah shame on me
You wanna surprise me, don’t change on me

[Chorus: DJ Chose]
I thought you supposed to f**k with me, not f**k over me
I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me
One day you telling me it’s love, then you over me
Bitch, I swear you do me worse than these hoes do me
I thought you supposed to f**k with me, not f**k over me
I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me
I thought we supposed to be together, then you broke on me
How the f**k you do me worse when you close to me

[Verse 1: DJ Chose]
Think it’s a game, playing me like NBA
Told you don’t go, bitch you left me anyway
Threw out my heart, left it on that Inner State
Bitch you cold, bitch you good like Golden State
And tell them niggas, man they sideways
I could’ve played them niggas five way
I’mma keep it moving ‘cuz my time pays
Don’t make me go back to my slime days
Look bitch, I’m richer every friday
But I just pray to God to keep my vibe safe
How the f**k you switch up and go lame on me
When I was talking time, why you put the blame on me
Niggas said I did dirt, ain’t no stain on me

[Chorus: DJ Chose, DJ Chose & Inayah]
I thought you supposed to f**k with me, not f**k over me
I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me
One day you telling me it’s love, then you over me
Bitch, I swear you do me worse than these hoes do me
I thought you supposed to f**k with me, not f**k over me
I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me
I thought we supposed to be together, then you broke on me
How the f**k you do me worse when you close to me

[Verse 2: Inayah]
Inayah Lamis, nigga
My nigga, my nerve, yeah we go way back
They called my homie but now we ain’t that
I used to run get the ice, you get the cognac
You ever f**k over me, you gon’ regret that
And I hate to praise the fame ‘cuz it cost too much
And I don’t tell these bitches nothing ‘cuz they talk too much
Yeah, we chasing a dream but looking what it’s costing us
Lil’ nigga ready to win, I done lost enough
Now I’m living the high life
Sippin’ mai tais on a private flight
Sittin’ courtside with my cool guys, yeah
They really hate me, I can see it in their eyes
Used to love me but it died and it ain’t surprise

[Bridge: DJ Chose]
Started out deep, don’t got the same homies
Niggas hood hoppes with slains on me
Bitches took my love, yeah shame on me
You wanna surprise me, don’t change on me

$ilkmoney – Ben13x Lyrics

The chosen child came in this bitch like Colon Powell with a ?
We open now the dope is foul and leave a nigga breathing like he ran upon a mouse
It’s been gone a while came back now we own the aisle
Seent some niggas done stole our style
Open and shoulder hold it proud
The stick so big I gotta fold it to hold it down
Cold addicted to colder style
Nigga been ? with an emboldened prowess
Never have I ? or been opposed to challenge
Never have I ?
The stones resemble the crouton of salad
The chrome is soon gon’ leave your dome in past-tense
Give a nigga some keys like I replaced Khalid
And never even lost a pound like I’m DJ Khaled
So put a nigga on Fallon Show and tell about how I f**k hoes
Dump loads and punch niggas like launch codes
Sold Oz that cut throats and stunt growth
How I can’t have one and gotta f**k both
Tell the kids to f**k hope and pump dope
Then put the profits in Bitcoin and escrow
?
?

I got the Omnitrix I could switch to a different bitch with the hit of my wrist
Commit a homi’ quick cuz none of ya bitch niggas will get off of my dick
Ain’t got no time to sit I gotta get it like a lobbyist regardless of the consequence
Remain incognizant applying knowledge to my consciousness before they take away my oxygen

I got the Omnitrix I could switch to a different bitch with the hit of my wrist
Commit a homi’ quick ‘cuz none of ya bitch niggas will get off of my dick
Ain’t got no time to sit I gotta get it like a lobbyist regardless of the consequence
Remain incognizant applying knowledge to my consciousness before they take away my oxygen

I got a bottom bitch that keep a purse that’s bottomless
For when I gotta zip
I had to speak another consonance
And switch it to a different providence
Because they’re watching I’m confident
Give a bitch my condiment
Create a whole new populace then assert my dominance
All your fraudulence and your constant incompetence
Is only profiting my opulence
I had to take it way back to the days of M dub 2 with the MP5
Spent about 2 k and came back with some off-brand shit and called it NBA live
Turned TD Jakes
She hit her knees to pray
To my collection plate she paid tithes
Bury the cake underneath the safe and underneath the safe
Bury the cake ?
Tryna put a hundred thousand hundred thousands in the wall times 13 times
With another 100 thousand unaccounted in accounts that the feds can’t find
In abundance another hundred I keep hid in dungeons ‘neath the sea in the tides
With missiles and rolling thunder to protect the bitches that I keep inside

I got the Omnitrix I could switch to a different bitch with the hit of my wrist
Commit a homi’ quick ‘cuz none of ya bitch niggas will get off of my dick
Ain’t got no time to sit I gotta get it like a lobbyist regardless of the consequence
Remain incognizant applying knowledge to my consciousness – f**k it

2 Chainz – NCAA Lyrics

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E

[Verse 1]
Who me?
I take this open beat (Yeah)
I smoke myself to sleep (Alright)
Got myself for free, yeah, ayy
Made a lift right off the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin’ deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, “Fool, that’s the ocean,” yeah
I use good pussy like it’s lotion, yeah, uh
I shoot a nigga for promotion, yeah
Drop my album off the court and make ’em post it, yeah, uh
I told you trappin’ is a sport
My old school is a Panamera Porsche, yeah
My last bitch got some head you can’t ignore
I told her I might take her head on tour, uh
I used to roll my weed in front the store
Then drive so fast, I disrespect your car
I told ’em that my drizzle caviar
I’m playin’ with the clit like a guitar
I’m playin’ with the clit like a guitar
I’m playin’ with the clit like a guitar

[Chorus]
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it)
Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in)
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah

[Verse 2]
Let me get this straight, if I drop 40 today
You don’t care if I eat, you don’t care if I ate
They say, “You better have a good grade like a mixed baby hair”
They say, “We goin’ to the tournament, we gonna need you there”
I have more crab legs than Jameis
You fake like you got a girlfriend, Manti Te’o
Maurice Clarett with bangers
This could drive a college kid crazy
This that Barnum and Bailey, the greatest show on Earth
I can’t wait to go to the league so I can buy my mama what she want
This that mindset, that mentality
Made me a killer, fatality
From the public houses to a couple houses
To a couple cars, sippin’ a cup of tea
No teacup, this a bully (Bully)
I re’d up with a fully (Bah)
My mood change about money (Uh)
Might open up another company
Put that in an LLC (LC)
Like, “How you gonna try to sue me?” (Sue me?)
My jacket pants filled with two G’s (Two G’s)
My jacket pants filled with few G’s (Who we?)
I surround myself with a few G’s (Few G’s)
Wait a minute, let me follow this
You think because I got a scholarship
That I don’t need dollars just to parlay with? What? (What?)
Manziel had the highest sellin’ jersey
Bron moved back to Cleveland
Drake made a song ’bout him
Man, he ain’t even workin’

[Chorus]
NCAA (Damn), we the young and dangerous (Damn)
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it)
Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in)
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah

[Outro]
I think that we have brainwashed our kids in the Black community
To think they can only be entertainers, uh, and jocks
I said, first of all, we can be doctors, lawyers, engineers, teachers, fire and policeman
And the truth of the matter is, you got a much better chance of bein’ one of those
Then you do bein’ in the NBA

NAV – Champion lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these racks cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Smash out
I call my ho and then I smash out
I brought my bros, let’s get this cash out
I in my mind drop the bag off (bag off)
I’m going top [?] ain’t no back off
Just bought a new crib of what was [?]
I drip my cup, I make it mad tall, mad tall
None of these hoes is basic, yeah
Grease stuck in my teeth like braces, yeah
VVSs, don’t need Lasik, yeah
Iced-out crosses, freezing Satan, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 2: NAV]
Fucked a famous girl to “Mask Off” (Molly, percocet)
Pop a bean an’ let the bags talk
Bought ten bottles on a last call (last call)
Flew a basic girl out from Alaska
Illegal alien inside my spaceship
Toosies on my shoosies, not no eight six
Get out my face, my pockets full of faces
Bust down gold AP, that’s not no stainless (yahh)
My Rollie told me what the day is
I like her ’cause she basic, she got braces
Her followers 100k, then she too famous
If she got a thousand, might make her my main bitch, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these rats cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

Young Scooter – Bail Out (feat. NBA YoungBoy)

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

[1st Verse]
Quick trip, told em’cord cause he took his watch
I’m from the bottom ain’t no way in hell flop
If i got problems, then you know they come and spray your block
I pull up in any hood niqqa, and send them shots
Them black amigos prices yeah, they real righteous
I know some niqqas that doing 20s and some doing lifes
I be talkin to em on facetime, with cons and ? em
My lil partner facing 20 yeah, he stuck in Rikers
2004 yeah, i caught my first felony
I got caught up on the block, 200 sacks a week
F–k my daddy, cause that niqqa ain’t ever to sh-t but street
behind the walls, Ima make sure all my niqqas eat

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

[2nd Verse]
I got that lawyer large money, I got a large bag
Gotta pay for ? get that time back
I told you when you get that time, you can’t rewind that
And ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind for dat
2008 niqqa, I couldn’t even make bail
2006, I had my son and I was broke as hell
2009, I start increasing my clientele
Real talk, I used to sleep in a house full of bail
What’s in that car, before I ride with ya
Oh, that’s your partner, he ain’t ride with ya
You get sometimes she ain’t gon’ ride with ya
I’d never switch up on my niqqas

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

[3rd Verse]
I remember in that cell block
My first time 38 days, no I couldn’t bail out
I’ll never change, I’m in the game, I’ll never fall out
Running that dice game, it don’t cost half a large, it stretched out
Scooter let me get em and I got em
Young niqqa, I’m forever wildin’
Daddy left me as a todler, I’m going up, I aint stoppin
Niqqa trippin, you know I stay wit it
From the corner, you know I already got em
BMG,NBA
Niqqa hating cause they know we a problem
MMMhhh, Ooohhh , Yeeeaah
Couldn’t bail out
I remember in that cell block
That’s on my heart, that’s on my soul
Yeah, Ima stand tall

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

Wale – All Star Break Up

[Verse 1]
If my pride was aside, I probably would text you first
But, If you could die from a broken heart you would drive a hearse
Cause, every guy that has ever found you attractive and acted on it
Back pedals much after, that’s when you’ve shown your worth
And I heard you love NBA niggas and
Now, you could track how much them niggas make and make rounds
At the All-Star break of day or so by valentine’s
So my advice if shorty doesn’t know the game she gaming y’all
And this valentine’s, dollar signs have you satisfied
The Gold’s Peak add a rollie and fashion nova ad
And that don’t mean to talk to you like a ho cause nah
We both do what we want but if I want you
I must want you bad, right

[Pre-Hook]
Just saying, right
Your friends all getting married but yeah right
It’s scary, right
That’s real life
You might just catch you a spirit, you praying right

[Hook]
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in

[Verse 2]
Look
Pardon this pessimistic
Message I’m representing
Yes yes, i know this bitch
I mean woman, I was getting reckless
But hol up lemme get one second
I spent so much in Fendi
She know I’m cool with Robyn
She bother me for the Fenty yeah
I’m trying to block the part of my heart that thrives on your affection
You tried the love it’s not enough, it’s cars, it’s money, attention
But, I’m way too flawed to judge you
And I do my part to push you
Father and father from me from my broads and all my problems
She say look ‘le I’m sorry, my plane leaves in the morning
I’m trying to hit some parties, and Staples for the performances
Maybe I’ll see you Monday, thanks for this box of chocolates and
Roses you hold before me but court seats could get me 40
Thousand likes on my IG, someone I like just invited me
Plus I’m not even wifey, plus you 5’9 he’s a giant no
Baby mama, I might could just make a blog and get popular
Let’s hold a 40 before us but fame and fortune excites me
My valentine

[Outro]
I don’t believe in valentines
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines
You ever lost your main jawn to a point guard or a small forward
I don’t believe in
I find it funny Cupid’s busiest days, four days before the All-Star
It was fun while it lasted
I don’t believe in

Wale – All Star Break Up Lyrics

Wale – All Star Break Up Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If my pride was aside, I probably would text you first
But, If you could die from a broken heart you would drive a hearse
Cause, every guy that has ever found you attractive and acted on it
Back pedals much after, that’s when you’ve shown your worth
And I heard you love NBA niggas and
Now, you could track how much them niggas make and make rounds
At the All-Star break of day or so by valentine’s
So my advice if shorty doesn’t know the game she gaming y’all
And this valentine’s, dollar signs have you satisfied
The Gold’s Peak add a rollie and fashion nova ad
And that don’t mean to talk to you like a ho cause nah
We both do what we want but if I want you
I must want you bad, right

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[Pre-Hook]
Just saying, right
Your friends all getting married but yeah right
It’s scary, right
That’s real life
You might just catch you a spirit, you praying right

[Hook]
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in

[Verse 2]
Look
Pardon this pessimistic
Message I’m representing
Yes yes, i know this bitch
I mean woman, I was getting reckless
But hol up lemme get one second
I spent so much in Fendi
She know I’m cool with Robyn
She bother me for the Fenty yeah
I’m trying to block the part of my heart that thrives on your affection
You tried the love it’s not enough, it’s cars, it’s money, attention
But, I’m way too flawed to judge you
And I do my part to push you
Father and father from me from my broads and all my problems
She say look ‘le I’m sorry, my plane leaves in the morning
I’m trying to hit some parties, hit Staples for the performances
Maybe I’ll see you Monday, thanks for this box of chocolates and
Roses you hold before me but court seats could get me 40
Thousand likes on my IG, someone I like just invited me
Plus I’m not even wifey, plus you 5’9 he’s a giant no
Baby mama, I might could just make a blog and get popular
Let’s hold a 40 before us but fame and fortune excites me
My valentine

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[Outro]
I don’t believe in valentines
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines
You ever lost your main jawn to a point guard or a small forward
I don’t believe in
I find it funny Cupid’s busiest days, four days before the All-Star
It was fun while it lasted
I don’t believe in

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NBA Youngboy & Kodak Black – Chosen One

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stayed the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can’t give up on my mission

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
I’m going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chosen One (feat. Kodak Black)

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can’t give up on my mission

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
I’m going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

Belly – Mumble Rap

Uh, fuckin’ hoes that ain’t worth a cent
In homes that ain’t worth the rent
Perfect sense, this is the circus that I had to circumvent
If you fly, I’m turbulance
Murder murder, screamin’ "Fuck 12!" with a perfect 10
In these streets runnin’ ’round robbin’ every fuckin’ body like a tournament
Once the time has turned
This is the only shit I learned
I put a bridge over my pool, that’s for all the ones that burned
I hope you pick up game, it’s a pick up game, winner’s ball
Hoes annoying just like the hiccups man, that’s Biggie Smalls
Dope dick give your bitch withdrawals
Why’d you even get your bitch involved?
I’m gone off the liquor, I’m sicker than Paul
And call it, just listen, I’m twisted and raw
Pictured it all
I had to sacrifice, I feel extra blessed tonight
Yeah they slept on me, I flexed on ’em, and manifest to life

I been ridin’ through the city on my own
Only time I see myself was in this chrome
Oh man, I been gettin’ in my zone
Hearin’ everybody soundin’ like some clones
[?]
Man I been- I been trappin’ on my own
[?]

Okay, I need to get in my hemisphere
You interfere, start to interfere
You Richard Gere with a pretty woman, I told her look ain’t no tricks in here
Like the drugs white and the liquor clear
Reflect back, tryna make it clear
Bad luck, 7 years, and I ain’t even break a mirror
20 years just to make it here
Don’t take it there, your circles is made of squares
You shoulda been made aware
Your bitch said my face is her favorite chair
Oh God, whole squad made millions
Whole time stay real
Wonder why I can’t chill
Couldn’t even pay bills
Now it’s LA hills
And I’m the king, Hank Hill
Can’t feel, can’t stand still
I blame all these damn pills
The best shit we can’t feel
I’m signin’ NDAs, these texts like NBA deals
But envy may kill, still don’t give a fuck how they feel

I been ridin’ through the city on my own
Only time I see myself was in this chrome
Oh man, I been gettin’ in my zone
Hearin’ everybody soundin’ like some clones
[?]
Man I been- I been trappin’ on my own
[?]

Chris Brown – Who You Came With Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start as your homie
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 1: Luvaboy TJ]
Better call out, we finna ball out
Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
Your bitch courtside already, yeah, I fucked her
Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
Overseas pussy, came out of it talkin’ Spanglish
Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party ’til tomorrow
Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like piñata, tap that
We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
One conversation then we carry on
Private jets with no carry-ons
Pour up, roll up the Amazon

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out (woah, yeah)
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models (woah, yeah)
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up (oh, yeah)
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor (I hit it from the back)
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me (warned me, told me)
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me (slowly)
Don’t care who you with (oh yeah)
You gon’ end in my bed (I really don’t care)
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 2: Ray J]
I ball out, I call out
Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
I pull up in that new gang
Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
I know you already been babe
Young niggas came, now who bang?
And I don’t give a fuck who came
Next throwin’ up the same gang
Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
Fuckin’ bad bitches on the 1st date
All the boss bitches that’s been paid
And all my pretty bitches with their rent laid
Yeah, I might throw some money up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
When a nigga’s worth it, come after

[Pre-Chorus Chris Brown]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start as your homie
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

Dj Khaled – Billy Ocean Lyrics

DJ KHALED
Billy Ocean Lyrics

DJ Khaled!

[Fat Joe:]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
f**k a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turn a key into a billion dollars (yeah, uh)
Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

I got my car back, I’m John Wick
The sky blue tint come equipped with the convicts
The don’s slick
Some Billys we gon’ get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (crack get ’em, uh)
Talkin’ sports trades with bet guys
While sides cheat on their husbands
Those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them jars
You can get a taste for a flat out key
Cause now-a-days I’m Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, crusing the Riviera
More solid than gold bars, the Billy era

From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
f**k a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turn a key into a billion dollars (yeah, uh)
Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Raekwon:]
Hermes sweatsuits and S-Coupes
Fly around, NBA money, in jets too
Back of the bag’s all crunched out, we vexed too
Shoulda been Billys in ’92, line who?
The shine’s new
Yeah it’s sorta like a mafia movie
Sit back Rocky ‘n’ groovie in the ’92
Silk pieces in Velez’s sneakers
A duffle bag with handcuffs on it, we creatures
Ayo, runnin’ every strip club, lit love
Yeah we sit around and just drip bub’
The homies get piff love, to all the realest ones and rich thugs
One, my hundred niggas
Billy with gun on niggas

[Fat Joe:]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
f**k a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turn a key into a billion dollars (yeah, uh)
Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

DJ Khaled – Billy Ocean (feat. Fat Joe & Raekwon) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I got my car back, I’m John Wick
The sky blue tint come equipped with the convicts
The don’s slick, some Billys we gon’ get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (Crack get ’em, uh)
Talkin’ sports trades with Pecas
While sides cheat on their husbands, those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them jars
You can get a taste for a flat out key
‘Cause now-a-days I’m Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, crusing the Riviera
More solid than gold bars, the Billy era

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Hermes sweatsuits and S-Coupes
Fly around, NBA money in jets too
Back of the bag’s all crunched out, we vexed too
Should’ve been Billys in ’92, line who? The shine’s new
Yeah it’s sorta like a mafia movie
Sit back, Rocky and Groovie with the ‘9-2
Silk pieces in Velez’s sneakers
A duffle bag with handcuffs on it, we creatures
Ayo, runnin’ every strip club, lit love
Yeah we sit around and just drip bub’, the homies get piff love
To all the realest ones and rich thugs
One, my hundred niggas, Billy, we gun on niggas

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

Futuristic – Epiphany Lyrics

[Intro: Futuristic]
I had an epiphany
I was repeating history
I was doing everything I hated
The weight on my shoulders
I let it all get to me (I let it all get to me)
I had an epiphany
I just smiled at my enemies
I was listening to everybody who was talking
But never did shit for me, yeah
I had an epiphany
I was looking at everybody else that’s up in the industry
They ain’t as sick as me (they ain’t as sick as me)
I had an epiphany
I was seeing somebody that never had no good intentions for me
Now she missing me, yuh (now she missing me)

[Verse 1: Futuristic]
Moral of the story is that nobody did it for me
Had to make a change (nah)
I was living in the city with no scene
I had a dream I had to make a lane (yup, yup)
Always knew that I couldn’t live off of minimum wage
Ripping the pay stub
I had a minimal taste for all the fame stuff
But I got into the game without a cent to my name
And now I’m ballin’ like I’m in the NBA, bruh
And I know I got a lot but I’m not content
If they ask me to stop, I will not consent
Never gonna let nobody block cause my shot to miss
You can meet me at the top if you hop the fence
And you climb the stairs
And you fight the beast
And you lose your way
Then you find your peace
And you do it sober
Then you find a drink
Then you spiral down
And it all repeats
And I always had a vision I could get it
So I did it by my lonely
I don’t owe nobody nothing, never let nobody own me
Got some money from the music, and I spend it on the homies
But don’t put nothin’ before me, gave a whip to little Brody
And I’m only getting started
And I’m eating with the people that I starve with
And my batteries, I had to recharge ’em
I made an album but that shit was garbage
Yo, I was trapped in a gimmick
I finally get it
I’m here to make music that matters
If I die, it’ll all be alright
‘Cause the message I gave you will live for me after
And my chapter will highlight a lifetime
Of energy gave through a bright mind
How you never had to stand on the sideline
How you the guide to your own guidelines

[Bridge: Futurisitic]
That’s an epiphany
I had an epiphany, yeah
That’s an epiphany
I had an epiphany, yeah

[Verse 2: NF]
I had an epiphany
That I could make history
That I could prove everyone wrong
That told me I wasn’t cut out for this music thing, yeah
I had an epiphany
What if I took my energy
And used it on positive things in my life
Instead of the people that lie to me, huh?
Yeah, I had an epiphany
That I could put all of my hurt into music
And use it for people that might feel the same as me
Yeah, I had an epiphany
What if everyone knew my depression was worse than they thought?
They probably gonna look at me differently
Yo, this song got me going back, when I was a stupid kid
Thinking maybe I could make it in the music biz
And then I figured out the politics
And realized that half of y’all don’t even know what music is
And going nowhere, I told ’em to get used to me
Feels like I’m living in a movie scene
A bunch of people trying to tell me how to act and breathe
One thing I never let nobody ever do was tell me who to be
I never got into the party scene
Maybe I was just scared to drink
‘Cause addiction it runs in my family
That’s someone I was scared to be
You’re looking pitiful compared to me
Since I can barely read
All I wanted was somebody I could trust
That I knew would keep it real with me
Rap’s always been a mirror for me
That’s when I figured out that maybe I’m the one that’s gotta make it on my own, yeah, it’s clear to see
A lot of people think that what I’m doing is a gimmick
Everything you hear me writing I’ve been living
I ain’t quitting, send the money to my family
Try to show them that I miss them
And I cherish every moment when I’m home and when I’m with them
And this is the way that I feel
In the industry of fakes trying to stay real
In the industry of lames trying to get deals
Lord knows imma get it, that’s Meek Mill
Yeah, I lay in my bed at night thinking
“There’s got to be more to me”
I’m trying to pay off the mortgaging
But the life of the people I love in the midst of it
I’ve always thought that if
I learn from mistakes that I’d make
Even the losses are victories
That’s when it starts hitting me
If you set your mind to it you can do anything

[Outro: NF]
That’s an epiphany
That’s an epiphany, yeah
I had an epiphany
I had an epiphany, yeah

Wyclef Jean – Hendrix (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Verse]
Gone ’til November, he ain’t comin’ back
I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
Caught in the trap, hit from the back
They hid the steel
Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
Welcome to the rotten apple
The city of lights
No matter how days shine
They can’t steal the nights
Cause when the ghost knock knock
Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
Better be with them artillery packs
They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like vampire bat
Straight from the back when they attack
In the middle o’ night when you up in the trap
You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
When my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Outro]
When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
Turn up my guitar
When my cousin got his first tat
Acoustic trappin’ in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star

Curren$y – Another Story To Tell Lyrics

Oooh
Who ya’ll talking to
Yeah
Spitta
Yeah
Where haven’t we been yet
FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
Uh
Welcome To The Winner’s Circle nigga
Month after month after month nigga

A nigga never been as fresh as me
I’m fucking with you
But the bad bitches give me my props
Like the newest one that I got
Met her at my Wednesday night spot
Valet park the whip at Harris Casino
Hit the driver with a customary C note
Assembled the crew, blew a half an ounce
Popped a bottle or two
When some NBA niggas in suits came through
One of them played for the Hornets
He had his bitch with him too
I could tell she was on me
Shorty couldn’t keep her eyes off me
To save her life
No ring on her finger so that wasn’t his wife
Not for me to pursue
The bitch would not be right
Left the ball in her court
And she played it smart
Made her way to the bathroom
Slid a piece of paper on my VIP table
In a way so casual
Seven digits written in pink ink
She didn’t leave an area code
I knew she was a local ho
Eye fucking for the rest of the night on the low
Having mind sex right underneath her man’s nose
Hit the bitch with a text
But she couldn’t check her phone in front of man
She waited ’til she made it home
I’m in the room all alone
I heard a text message alert ring tone
Flipped open the celly
The context of the message was the address to her telly
Thought the situation was fishy
But I ignored what I was smelling
But don’t get it twisted
I didn’t head out on a mission
Without calling a bitch
To make sure I had the right idea ’bout this
Cause the last thing I need is a rape charge
From one of these fake broads
Who try to gain access to wreck a niggas bank cards
But fuck all that
Back to the hooper’s ho
In the Chenile sundress on the hotel room floor
Told me that she just want to fuck and smoke with a real nigga
And she only with the other nigga for the dough
I said mama tell me something that I don’t know
We got bent and I broke her back
On and off for a couple of months we did that
The bitch got lost in the swag
Ride me around the city smoking in the man’s whip
Bring the car back smelling like purple grass
I’m surprised he ain’t beat her ass
I know you wanna know how I’m gonna end the story
But I can’t end the story
Cause the story still going
Dude still hooping and his hoes still hoin’
And his ho’s with the planes
And the boy don’t know it
Yeah
Go Hornets
Yeah
FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
Its just rap music man
Welcome to the Winner’s Circle
Its just entertainment
Or is it?
Yeah
For real man

Travi$ Scott – Through The Late Night (feat. Kid Cudi) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah

Then we sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Blimp’s soarin’, how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin’, how did I get in this place?
Oh it don’t matter, got smoke, drink, and I’m runnin’ this space
Done contemplatin’, I’mma take it in and groove in this case
And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
When we gon’ play, gon’ play, gon’ play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
Yeah, we gon’ play, gon’ play, then we’ll sleep all through the day
And do it again

Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Day and night, I toss and turn
I keep stressin’ my mind, mind
I seek the peace, sometimes I can’t restrain
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play
Balance, find your balance
God said it’s my talent
Sprinkle a little season on the salad
Relieve my heart of malice, hit my palace
Stroke my cactus, ohh, don’t wait
Don’t play (Yea, yea)
Play no games like the NBA
Throwin’ checks like the NBA
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin’ shots like the NRA
Ahh, she jammin’ Travis and Kid Cudi
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B
Ah, shawty, on the scene, pull up on the scene
Sip my tea, he don’t Hennessy
Aw save all, take it right
Aw take it all, never light
Aw, had a ball, had a night
Aw, after all, sleep good

Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît , don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Chris Brown – Fuck Who You Came With Lyrics

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
Better call out, we finna ball out
Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
Your bitch courtside already, yeah I fucked her
Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
Overseas pussy, came outta it talkin’ Spanglish
Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party until tomorrow
Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like pinata, clap that after
We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
One conversation then we carry on
Private jets with no carry on
Pour up, roll up the Amazon

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 3: Ray J]
I ball out, I call out
Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
I pull up in that new gang
Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
I know you already been, babe
Young niggas came, now who bang?
And I don’t give a fuck who came
Let’s pourin’ up the sign gang
Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
Niggas fuckin’ bad bitches from the 1st grade
All the boss bitches that’s friendly
And all my pretty bitches with they Bentley
Yeah, I might throw some money up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
Where a nigga’s worth it, come after

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

J Cole – Immortal lyrics

[Intro]
Awwwww…haha

[Verse 1]
Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
Screamin’, dollar and a dream with my closet lookin’ broke
And my nigga’s lookin’ clean, gettin’ caught up with that dope
Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn’t know
Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
Flashbacks to the pain, wakin’ up, cold sweats
Six o’clock in the mornin’, gotta hit the BowFlex
Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops
God they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot
Nowadays crime pays like a part time job
And the drought got me prayin’ for a Carl Thom vibe
Summer Rain come again
Numb the pain ’cause it’s hard for a felon
In my mind I been cryin’, know it’s wrong but I’m sellin’
Eyes wellin’ up with tears
Thinkin’ ’bout my niggas dead in the dirt
Immortalized on this shirt

[Hook]
Real niggas don’t die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t lie
Form in the plot
My niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t die
Real niggas don’t die

[Verse 2]
Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon?
Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
Have you ever seen a motherfuckin’ ribbon in the sky?
Nope, all I see is that C.R.E.A.M nigga, that green
I’m a black king, black jeans on my black queen
And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
I’m the type of nigga make the whole fuckin’ trap lean
Kingpin nigga, put wings on a crack fiend
If they want a nigga, they gon’ have to send a SWAT team
And I’m goin’ out like Scarface in his last scene
A legend, what that mean—?

[Hook]
Real niggas don’t die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Hood niggas don’t lie
Form on the plot
My niggas don’t die
Form the block
Real niggas don’t die
Form the block
Real niggas don’t die
Real niggas don’t die

[Outro]
To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
Cause you wanna change the world
But while alive you never will
Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I’ve been told
And now I’m caught between bein’ heard and gettin’ old
Damn, death creepin’ in my thoughts lately
My one wish in this bitch make it quick if the Lord take me
I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A
They tellin’ niggas sell dope, rap or go to NBA, in that order
It’s that sort of thinkin’ that been keepin’ niggas chained
At the bottom and hanged
The strangest fruit that you ever seen
Ripe with pain, listen…

Flatbush Zombies – Aries (feat. Deadcuts)

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains they weave

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
It’s like we stuck in a prison
Suffering from lack of wisdom
Suffering from lack of substance
The systems lacking some ism
Since it’s killing the misery
Hope my children remember me
Since I sing songs of symphony
Somethings just gotten into me
Message don’t kill the messenger
Message travel through seven seas
Ghetto passion is classic, been getting lashes for centuries
Aided by mostly separated by color deficiency
Free to you free the shackles my mental strain from my ancestry

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains they weave

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
Emancipation, castration, mass-hating, white washing
Black shaving patience, that I’m demonstrating, ugh
Segregation, separation, take my people, chain my people, ship them out, build a nation, picket lines, demonstration
Kill switch, detonation, this takes dedication
Guess that NBA our reparation governmental medication
The reverse of levitation, they put fluoride in our water
Guess they trying to kill our babies
Hearts racing, cops and robbers car chasing

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains they weave

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Whatever your purpose is
Hone in and hold your kids
All of this is distractions and nobody notice it
Feeble for knowledge we still in chains
Power tripping for digits we growing it every day
Fighting for freakom ? service with student aid
Can’t afford to be sitting order pills to get paid
Taught to follow the system that institution be prison
These coppers turn me to zombie
I’m walking dead while I’m living

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease

[Outro: Erick Arc Elliot]
Break the chain, break the chain
Why the violence is killing our kids and our brother man
Break the chain, break the chain
How police war with no recourse and you on your way
Break the chain, break the chain
Still identify with those who’s have nothing still live in fear
Break the chain, break the chain
Been distracted by the glamor but don’t question why we even here
Break the chain, break the chain
Why the violence is killing our kids and our brother man
Break the chain, break the chain
How police war with no recourse and you on your way
Break the chain, break the chain
Still identify with those who’s have nothing still live in fear
Break the chain, break the chain
Been distracted by the glamor but don’t question why we even here

Wyclef Jean – Hendrix letras

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Verse]
Gone ’til November, he ain’t comin’ back
I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
Caught in the trap, hit from the back
They hid the steel
Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
Welcome to the rotten apple
The city of lights
No matter how days shine
They can’t steal the nights
Cause when the ghost knock knock
Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
Better be with them artillery packs
They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like vampire bat
Straight from the back when they attack
In the middle o’ night when you up in the trap
You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
When my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Outro]
When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
Turn up my guitar
When my cousin got his first tat
Acoustic trappin’ in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star