Jim Jones – Reppin’ Time Lyrics

[Intro]
I’M BACK! I’m on my Dipset shit, 20-30 grand in one pocket, foreign car
outside…living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes
NYC…Here We Go Again!

DIP,DIP SET! I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA
GRIND…WHEN IT’S, WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME
WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT’S REPPIN
TIME, WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME

[Chorus One]
I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND
I GET ON EXTRA GRIND WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)
WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)

It’s Dipset Season, you ready to grind? Get money, rep yours, what you know
about that? Everyday we hustle, you hear me, YOU HEAR ME? I got money on my
mind man, we the talk of New York
you niggaz want action, I got a movie for ya!

[Jim Jones]
I’m in the coupe relaxing (like that)
you see the roof collapsing (drop the top!)
I got my paper up although I’m still kufi smacking! (smack the shit out you!)
And it’s God fearing, foreign car steering
60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing
You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom (diddy bopping!)
Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom (ZOOOOOOOOOM!)
Back in population (what else?)
we cop drops to race ’em (BALLIIIING!)
we getting money over here WHAT’S YOUR OCCUPATION?!?!
We on top of things, and we got them things (them birds)
But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing? (you a petty hustler)
I know the real Rich…the REAL Richard Porter
RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners! (HARLEM!)
The bright lights and my big city
my ice bright and the wrist silly (FLOSSIIIIIIING!)
I’m risking Fed time, front page headline
make the pedal hit the floor til the throttle red line!

[Chorus Two]
DIP DIP DIP DIPSET! WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)

WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)

[Jim Jones]
I let my pants sag (why?), so I can show my ass (KISS MY ASS!)
It’s twenty g’s a pocket, that’s cause we blowing cash (that’s NOTHING!)
And when the photo’s flash (SMILE!), Gallardies going pass
Lights, camera’s, autographs…”Wet Willies”, call a cab
The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey (BLINGING!)
And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces!
Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge (Kelina!)
This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs
…and we invade the clubs standing on the furniture
Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked (EASTSIIIIDE!)
and we will burn you up like three star alarm
WE ARE THE BOMB HUNDRED G’S ON THE CHARM (Byrd Gang!)
You’d think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper
And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors (BALLIIIIIIING!)
We at the dealer dog (yeah), so how you feeling y’all?!?
….just tear the ceiling off, f*ck the light we peeling off!

[Chorus Two]

[Chorus One]

[Jim Jones]
The young and the restless…live life reckless
House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested
Cause I’m obsessed with the guns and the vest’s
cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish!
The rock star living (what else?), the hot cars and women (LAVISH LIFE!)
…the God forgive him, hope the cop cars don’t get ’em (SQUALIIIIIIIIE!)
This for them niggaz that…at the club, throwing stacks (BALLIN!)
At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back!
and I’m back, it’s Mr. New York City
My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee
We still diddy bopping (yeah)
we still could get it poppin (yeah!)
ain’t nothing change but the year of the Range
And the clouds still moving with the squamy (loaded)
and the gangsta’s don’t die, we get MONEEEEY and move to Miami!

When it’s repping time, I get on extra grind
40 cal, an extra nine Dipset the cities mine!

[Chorus Two]

Get The Shot – Waging Death Lyrics

Step in the fire
Incinerate your gutless flesh
Vengeance be served
Repent and sign your life away

Soon you’ll be swinging from your rope among the dead
Blame me, I no longer mind
In this world of lies, death breathes by my side

TIME can’t bring peace
TIME feeds the lust for emptiness
TIME can’t bring peace
TIME twists the knife and leaves you f**king dead

Standing half dead
In a world full of shit
Exposing my bones
To the venom of the filthy snakes

Played your game and let myself sink
Down to the bottom
Praying to never see another day

Waging death against bearers of hypocrisy
Lifeless scums, slopsuckers of humanity
You’re king of nothing but a herd of sheep
Swallow the barrel, close your eyes
And take your worthless self out

TIME can’t bring peace
TIME feeds the lust for emptiness
TIME can’t bring peace
TIME twists the knife and leaves you f**king dead

Crushing the serpents down

Wish you’d put a bullet through your f**king brain
Death spares no hypocrite

DJ Mustard – Don’t Hurt Me (Cold Summer Album) letras

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho!

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Tryna get up in my head, now that’s a headache
I just wanna fuck, I make the bed shake
She wanna spend some time, now that’s a Rollie
Shawty ride the dick, just like it’s stolen
Met her at the Westin with her bestie
Kissin’, they were sweatin’, doin’ lip things
Had to get up in that lil thang, yeah that lil thang
Let her rock the mic, yeah, no lipsync
They say that it’s last call, so let’s ball
Tryna have that ass thrown on that pole
Throw it back like retro, like it’s retro
Baby, baby, let’s go, girl let’s go
[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
We take it to my room, yeah
Ain’t no need to talk
When that ass on me and the lights off
Baby, I know what to do with it
Give her what she want
Now she wanna fuck a nigga all the time

[Hook: Jeremih]
Oh baby, don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Tryna get up in my head, now that’s a headache
I just wanna fuck, and get my cake ate
You wanna spend some time, that’s a Rollie
I’ma ride his D, like it’s stolen
I met him in the Hills out in LA
Took me for a cruise, yeah, Penelope
Had to sit up on that big thing, that big thing
Super duper freak, yeah, like Rick James
They say that it’s last call, for that bar
Tryna get that peach Myx Moscato
Make it clap like when the home team score
Baby don’t you hurt me like before

[Pre-Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Take you to my room, yeah
Ain’t no need to talk
When this thing in your mouth, down South
Baby, you know what to do with it
Gave him what she want
Now he wanna hit your girl all the time

[Hook: Jeremih + Nicki Minaj]
Oh baby, don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
All these bitches beggin’ me to pass the baton
All these bitches tryna fit my crown and my wand
Bitches still my sons, get your sonogram on
Just a nick of time I did the cover of TIME
Gettin’ a million dollars just to stand there and rhyme
Even if you was Curry, bitch, there’s still a LeBron
But let’s face it, I’m Curry, with rings like LeBron
Added my rings up, that’s Mike Jordan
I told bitches when I switched my flow four times
I’d be damned if a bitch nigga eat off mine
All this cake make a broke nigga beat off, huh?
I’m just lookin’ for a man, fuck a B-O-Y

[Hook: Jeremih + Nicki Minaj]
Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me