Daily Archives: August 22, 2017

GoldLink – Meditation (feat. Jazmine Sullivan & Kaytranada)

In the name of dancehall
Everybody in your pussy right now
She curl her toes and close her eyes
I wanna be more than homies
I got the money, you got the problems
Anyways we can get to movin’ on the dance floor
Hit the boulevard, baby, take a picture
Maryland girl with an accent, uh
Smokin’ all my weed, bend the corners in the streets
I wanna feel your body on me
I got a light-skinned bitch who look like Beige Loaf
UMD in the fall now
No choice
You the one, you the one now, ah
You above the average, uh
I wanna be more than homies
Year later, I still think about it
Yeah most of ’em either C’s or B’s, yeah
Your one and only
And I could be your lover, your lady
Just wanna be your baby
Listen, I’m a real nigga, love a go-getter
You don’t want kids, but you want this
Whichever way you want it, baby girl, it’s on ya
And she fight and fuck me in the same clothes
And I could be your lover, your lady
Just wanna be your baby
Louis V, shades Gucci with the dress gown
That’s right, hell yeah
Puttin’ all my pride and my girls to the side
Heartbreaking, man I dream about it, that real
Your one and only
‘Cause I still see ya, I still see ya
Shake, shake, shake
Backstroke up in the pussy like, like,
Your one and only
I wanna be more than homies
But when I put that daddy, baby daddy, papa stroke
And have a daughter, and be a teacher
Shake the nerves off
Your favorite band was backyard, mmm
So I can solve it, but I still need ya
I wanna be more than homies
Baby girl you is vicious, ah
I still see ya
Just wanna be your baby
And I could be your lover, your lady
And that’s okay, baby, all my niggas G’d up
I wanna feel your body on me
And I could be your lover, your lady
Sundress to a wedding gown, sheesh
I finish up, she adios
I ain’t never had the juice like this
Your one and only
Got niggas in your iPhone, real
I wanna feel your body on me
Real nigga, you the right one, yeah
You wanna be me, I wanna eat ya
Just wanna be your baby
See ain’t no bitch around the city fuckin’ with ya
Bad little, bad, bad bitch, uh
You don’t like religion, but you like this
And baby girl, I still see ya
I still call ya
I wanna meet your ex, so I can beat him
I wanna feel your body on me
Come give it to me
That’s everybody’s weakness, uh
Got me talkin’ like Gleesh now, woah
‘Cause you’re always steady teasin’
Girl I still see ya, I still see ya
And never follow, and be a leader
I still see ya, I still see ya
But ain’t nobody hip that you don’t please ’em
So I can still see ya, I still see ya
Doin’ everything that we said we gon’ do
Everybody think they got you right now
Shake the nerves off
After daughter, want a son now
‘Cause your feelings anesthesia, word to Keisha, uh
You the only one we talk about, uh

Kap G – Rings

They gon’ owe me an apology, I deserve me a ring like I’m Iverson
I just want the rings (I just want the, I just want the)
I want the Porsche, ain’t goin’ back and forth
I just want the rings
It took a lot of motherfuckin’ sacrifices just to get here, you dig? This shit ain’t sweet. This shit wasn’t gon’ come to me I had to, I had to go out there and get this shit, I had to go out there and get it.
Yeah, I just want the rings
I want the Wraith with the tint (skrrt)
I just want the rings, the rings
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I wanna date her best friend (ooh)
And for what it’s worth , I won’t get divorced
[Chorus]
I just want the rings (I just want the, I just want the)
Nigga think they gon’ sing
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
I just want the rings, the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I want a bitch in a Benz (skrrt)
I just want the rings, the rings
I want the ring like I’m Ray John, I want the ring like Neymar

Yeah, Kap made the Dream Team
I just want the rings (I just want the)
[Chorus]
I wanna date her best friend (ooh)
Don’t got no remorse, I carry the torch
Where I’m from, yeah, that ain’t nothin’, they shoot a thousand shots a day (brr)
Yeah, I wanna be the bando, what they means, it means, yeah
I want the Louis V lens (ayy)
[Intro]
I just want the rings
I want the Louis V lens (ayy)
I just want the rings (I just want the, I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I want designer things (designer things)
I’m like Bill Russell up on the court, I just the only one hittin’ it no more
[Refrain]
Yeah, like I’m down on one knee

I just want the rings
Yeah, I feel like Larry Bird, I feel like Julius Erving
I’m like Phil Jackson up in New York, I might go on the PGA Tour, yeah, yeah
I want the finer things (the finer things)
Yeah, ayy, yeah
I just want the rings
Lotta sacrifices that it takes, are you willin’ to do what it takes?
I want a bitch in a Benz (skrrt)
I’ma freestyle again, fuck
Yeah, that I was a has-been
I wanna date her best friend (ooh)
I just want the rings
Yeah, ain’t goin’ back to D League
I wanna be mentioned with Pacs and Bigs and Dres and Yes and Jays
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings
I want the Wraith with the tint (skrrt)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
Yeah, everythin’ what it seems
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I want the Wraith with the tint (skrrt)
I want a lot of things (yeah, yeah)
I want designer things (designer things)
I want a bitch in a Benz (skrrt)
Yeah, and there ain’t no I in team

Yeah, yeah, I just want the rings, I want the rings, the rings, yeah, yeah
I’m feelin’ like Kobe, shoot a thousand shots a day
Yeah, I been havin’ bad dreams
Want a bad bitch who dress up in Dior, who drink codeine just like Leor
I want the finer things (the finer things)

[Verse 2]
It don’t matter if we done by 4, if the gang went up in the fourth
I want the Louis V lens (ayy)

I just want the rings (I just want the)
I want the finer things (the finer things)
I want a lot of things (yeah, yeah)
I just want the rings
I want designer things (designer things)
I just want the rings
Yeah

I feel like Magic Johnson, they gon’ retire my jersey
I done made your main hoe do all types of shit, keep them shooters like I am Stojaković
I want the ring like it’s Bron-Bron, I want the ring like I’m Draymond
I want a lot of things (yeah, yeah)

Mozzy – Sleep Walkin

Boogers clutter both chains, Euros hugging both lanes
Shoot you if you if you make me, nigga, E we finally made it nigga!
Plus I’m in and out of family court for Dooters, shit was brazy
Trapped inside a world of pain, I trapped for every quarter gained
All them trials and tribulations, bail enhancements and arraignments
Ay, we done came a long way, traveled down the wrong way
I miss my brother Deezy, only if those bullets grazed him
[Verse 2]
God is good, God is great, I thank you for another day
Thankful for the big homie, coached me through the dope game
[Chorus] 2x
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy sleep walkin’
Helped them niggas get them chains and showed the hood a different way
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy sleep walkin’
I was moving mainey every daily, on my baby, nigga
[Verse 1]
Call me when you need me, y’all forever in my favor nigga
Shout out to the Asian boys, I love you for them k-da’s nigga
Affidavits and them statements, waiting game, so I waited
Since when did I go against the grain? Gave them niggas sticks to bang
Thank you for this 100K, thank you for my girly face

Bust it down and deviate it, everybody seeing paper
Child Protective Services, only thing can break me
Thankful for the prostitutes, assuming that we soulmates
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy, sleep walkin’

Wasn’t no hatred in my heart until that happened, that’s what changed me
I was too broke to ever visualize the world this way
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy, sleep walkin’
They ain’t find no shell cases, thankful for the cold case
One up top ahky, something stocky in the choppy
One up top ahky, something stocky in the choppy
The numbers double up when niggas labeled gang related
Fat wally for bradaski, off a Oxy bet he mop ’em
My last trip to Quinten for that yicki really saved me
I don’t do this shit for fame, bitch, I do this shit for gang
Fat wally for bradaski, off a Oxy bet he mop ’em
Family of a murder victim, only reason you should hate me
Mozzy Shawn callin from the bounty, "what you facing, nigga?"
[Chorus] 2x
I been feeling smothered lately, blood called me for the yankee
Hang out on the porch with yay, out on bail, forced to pray

Caught up in this style of living, couldn’t if I want to change
He ain’t even call to thank me for that put on I just gave him
I just want to see you make it, incubator 80’s baby

NBA YoungBoy – Wat Chu Gone Do (feat. Peewee Longway)

Take something from me we gon’ cut off his fingers
You know that we got it on deck
Made the breaking news gelato white the coupe
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
Reach for my chain then get hit with the glizzy

What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?

Chasin’ a check got the dick on the tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Young gorilla work the vacuum seal
[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
I been with them youngins’ they bangin’ lil nigga
Put them bricks back together let’s get to the check
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
What chu gon’ do when they hop out with rugers

Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
[Hook]
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
[Hook]
Sell a brick of bew what chu gon’ do?

Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
What are you gon’ do for that check?
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
NBA Youngboy we come through recruiting
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
You know we ain’t puttin’ our trust in these bitches
What are you gon’ do for that check?
When I up and dump lil bitch what chu gon’ do?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
[Hook]

Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck

Don’t point the finger up the banger lil nigga

What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Woahhh
Longway, Longway, really crippin’ lil nigga
Praa!!
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
Baby blue and red my shooter piru
Me and my niggas we come from the trenches
Tell me what are you gon’ do?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
Moms’ late for the rent I’ma stick me a nigga
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
John Wick shooter cut your body like Krueger
Gagging just to gang bang on yo crew
Neighborhood crip when i crank up my set
You know that we got it on deck

What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ flex on ’em
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
Cuban link on my neck feature Lex Luger
You know that we got it on deck
Don’t let me relate what you wait on it
[Verse 1: NBA Youngboy]
Longway Ricky ruler stendo sticks still in school
Bails in the vet, hunnit rounds kill tec
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec

Young Boy, Young Boy, really drippin’ lil nigga
Shooter, shoot the shooter run in your medulla
Prrr!!
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
Don’t let me find out that you fu-fu-fugazy
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
Two tonka tecs with the invisible set
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
You know that we got it on deck
Rollie that day with the [?]
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
NBA Gang, what they claimin’ lil nigga
You know that we got it on deck
Yea
LONGWAY BITCH
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
No hesitation we handle the business
Walkin’ in public we strapped with extensions
Need more than that hoe for to catch me lil nigga
No we don’t bluff when it come to a nigga
What are you gon’ do for that check?
Choppa you hibach you thu-thu threw ya breast

What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Put respect on it, pull up and check on ’em
(What chu gon’ do?) Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?

Tell me what the fuck you thinkin’ lil nigga
What are you gon’ do for that check?
[Intro]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
Dope don’t cut nigga hollywood movies
You know that we got it on deck

THEY. – Deep End

I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
I deserve somethin’ different than the average
Long days, she been workin’ long days
[Chorus: Drew]

Put it all on me all, all on me
We don’t need a reason
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
We’re going off the deep end

Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in

I ain’t here to judge you, but I understand
Oh na na, oh na na na
I been around [?]
So your man, when he bump this shit
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
If you in town for the weekend
[Chorus: Drew]
[Verse 1: Drew]
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
It’s automatic
No, I know ’round the way, that’s just how it is
Drowning for the weekend
[Pre-Chorus: Drew]

Swimming so deep in your water
Swimming so deep in your water
You really thinking that they ain’t got that shit figured out
Goin’ off the deep end
Put it all on me all, all on me
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me

Yeah, I do it for no reason, that’s just how it is
So you and your friends think you slick
Just come and get it, I know you’re ready

Vision blurry, vision blurry
Drownin’ for the weekend
Shit way too simple, so we gon’ do this one time for the one time

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Put it all on me
Give me your blessin’, I ain’t gon’ judge you
We’re going off the deep end
He ain’t just give it to [?] on the first night
Vision blurry, vision blurry
This ain’t nothin’ different than what you thought it was
[Verse 2: Drew]
[Outro: Dante]
Drowning for the weekend
Old times, you know what this is about
Let’s go, so now
Your type be catchin’ them feelings, they never on time
He know exactly why you left his ass at home
[Intro: Drew]

Main nigga got no juice, she been waitin’ on this all week
Shit, real shit, did that one time
Four Seasons, get it poppin’ off like Pompeii
We don’t know better
Parked up, Mauro, she wanna get up on me in the broad day
Drowning for the weekend
[Post-Chorus: Drew]
I’m just saying
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play

I ain’t been trustin’ no bitches in Rio, way back in 09′
Oh na na, oh na na na
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
I ain’t the only nigga, so there ain’t no pressure
We gonna see if with me if, you keep it together or not

Montana of 300 – Busta Rhymes

Nothing has came close
Im hot like summertime
They thought I wouldn’t make it
Black mask like he Space Ghost
I’m who they call the best
Driving dirty with no Ls i was living reckless
My warriors
One seven
Just know that when you see these clips you ain’t watching no movie though
You don’ f’d up all black we dressed up
Bitch I’m just pumping iron
Never fold under pressure mother fuck them questions
Balled every time you see me just like Uncle Fester
I’m from Chiraq but caught my first body up in Peoria
You got to call collect
Eating like supper time
This is what I get payed for
Then go up lift my brothers and sisters like I’m the minister
The ref might call a tech
Yeah my .40 cal bang more
Smiling looking sinister
Banana clips for you monkeys if you curious
You lame to us
Dreaded like Busta Rhymes
Fu niggas cannot hang with us
I made them bleed like a bitch on her period
Just bought broski a Draco
These other rappers plain to us
They said Hip-Hop was dead

I come from trouble times
I ran into the law man that shit was messed up
Till the day we lie in hearses
On these tracks I’m Usian Bolt
I knew the sun would shine
{Intro}
Wet up shit like the rain though
Get changed to dust
SQUAD!
Nike just like me my nigga I am a walking check
So what you saying ho
I’m fighting the lying serpent
I got you all in check
My bars hold hella weight
This is that part of chess
All my lyrics is groundbreaking that Super Saiyan flow
This what we trained for
Your niggas harmless; mine dangerous like Coolio
Pull up in somethin’ tinted up
You got to get it then get out I learned that from the movie Blow
You know this ain’t a game to us
I encourage higher learning I’m teaching through fire verses
Flew from a falling nest
I am off of the chain hoe
Be glorious
No I don’t give a fuck who he run with or who he know
This is serious
Yeah my belt and shoes Louis my glasses is Gucci though
Word to my mother I’m
I bet I leave them in the past give it to them like Rubio
But i came just in time
Ride and lurking
Tire burning
You can’t get me to change
Hit you with no delaying
Call me the Django
I ain’t gotta call my hittas up I’ll come and get rid of you
Aw shit he catching bullets like Julio
Swerving serving pounds just to get my check up
These fuck niggas on my dick and they fear me cause
I got green in my pants you just hating like Rufio
My girl so fucking fine
I ball so fucking hard
Like KD back with James and Russ
Rap God
Bitch i won’t fall for that
You strange to us
Had 20 on my wrist 20 on my necklace
Mo’ cake than Duncan Hines
For acting funny like Chris Rock I’ll smoke them like pookie, hoe
Dropping grenades hoe
Dangerous
We outside of y’all address
Hit you pussies make sure you don’t die a virgin
These bullets hit your brains and guts
I be strapped at every show even strapped at the studio
Don’t get nailed with this hammer I stay with the tooly, yo
My labels tough
I got powers like a monster and I’m saucing I’m groovy, hoe
And I’ve been rocking Bandannas since Weezy and Juve hoe
Rap God I’m way to real to have someone come write my verses
My sons and my daughter fresh
Johnny Torture
Body you and then I lay low like Forest Whitaker
That pops off of Wayans bros
I’m fancy like writing cursive
Notorious
Might hit the mall and flex
So keep my dick up out your mouth don’t be twisting the story up
I ain’t perfect with my kids if I ain’t working
{Verse 1}
If I feel y’all a threat
I’m more than blessed and more calculated than architects
Bussa Bus’
Twenty-eight, Twenty two, now stories up
Ain’t no one else to blame but us
I’ll never sell my soul
I made them all regret
I give him the say-so
Try me like Dej Loaf
My bang will bust
Put a clip up to his head give that boy a fresh cut
When you hustling watch for rats man the shit can get spooky though
Rap god or the dang GOAT both in the same boat

Ke$ha – Hymn (Live)

Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line

My shooters right on time (right on time)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn
Plug came through with that sack
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I want you dead at 12
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Plug came through with that sack
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
Been gettin’ money for a long time
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset!
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
Plug came through right on time with that pack
I want you dead at 12
[Chorus: Juicy J]
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
[Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
[Verse 2: Offset]
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
My shooters right on time (right on time)

I want you dead at 12
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
I want you dead at 12

‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I don’t rent, I own mine
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up

Plug came through with that sack
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Plug came through with that sack
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)

Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
My shooters right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry

Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9

I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)

DEMRICK – Superficial (Uncensored)

(I’m too official)
Like taking our family on vacations on cruise ships
It ain’t no changing nah, been the same since I came around
And groupies aiming for my pocket like a pool stick
This that summertime shit
[Outro]
Just put a down payment on a house
I stay grounded like a shovel, but my mind is in a shuttle
Putting cookies in the cone (We got the flavors)
Work hard everyday and get it too) (Shit crazy.

You gotta get your whole head right then get your bread right
Now I’m poppin’ like bacon
It’s amazing baby, this is not a rental (Skrrrr!)
[Intro]
We don’t even want it no where close to us
Broken Complex Studios
(They acting like if they can’t have it, I can’t have it)
Don’t blame me for dreaming and not struggling
Yeah
Up again hustling just to get it bubbling
I don’t even understand your thinking
So don’t call me superficial

This been a long time in the making
No doubt
All cash, no payments in the dash
Don’t worry bout the bill, it’s not an issue (I got it)
[?] haters try to pop your bubble
[Hook]
I wanna be at the beach with a beach towel where the bitches lay out
(Don’t call me superficial)
Boy I’m tryna get my moms into that home (I got you momma)
Pass that, I don’t even wanna see it
And we still movin’
Trying to figure out a way out
[Hook]
So all that talk is out the window (It’s way out the window)
Don’t call me superficial
Don’t call me superficial
[Verse 2]
This that summertime shit
Don’t call me superficial
Superficial, you ain’t seen the shit I went through (You don’t even know)

Make a song, man my life is that simple (It’s that easy)
Don’t call me superficial
[Verse 1]
So don’t call me superficial
Just cause I’m official (Way too official)
Don’t call me superficial
Nigga mad cause he don’t got something, better go out and work twice as hard
Woah woah woah, yeah yeah
Being broke is played out
Yeah I’m trapping off my phone (I’m trapping off my phone)

Just copped the Rolly, feeling like a young Kobe out in LA
Go into the booth, smoke a blunt
(Don’t call me superficial)
I let him set the tempo (Go ‘head, set the tempo Hop)
[Hook]
Paying bills on the road (The bills keep coming in)
So don’t say I’m superficial when I tell you I’m trying to get that dough (Let’s go get this money, yeah)

So don’t call me superficial (Don’t call me superficial)
This a Hoppa instrumental (This a Hoppa instrumental)
Pick some food up off the menu (Go ‘head)
I’m out here on a goal (I’m still movin’)
Me and my niggas on some new shit
As around the way, they gon’ know me
(Cause I ain’t even trying to hear all that shit right now man, you need to shut the fuck up)

Keep that negative shit way over there
Baby got cakes and like me on top like Cool Whip
Get my feet up on the pavement and I turned it into payments
Nigga you acting way crazy right now
Actually you see that corner back there
Don’t call me superficial
So let me know if you down

Audra The Rapper – Bxtchlxss

Now Ima teach you

Devil on Facetime
Five AM in the morning and shit

[Verse 2]
[Hook]

You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
Nigga dont bang on my door
On the phone all day and shit trying to reach you

You ain’t that low
This shit ever lasting
Gotta move on gotta move out gotta move shit
You a has been
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
[Guitar Break]
Swear I done heard it before
Wanna come round
On TV with the tags tucked
At my new crib looking at new cribs
[Verse 3]
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
Now you wanna come round
On the southside why you ain’t come round
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
This shit ain’t been the same since…
I was on the chatline why you ain’t press pound
Seventeen when I told momma that I ain’t coming back

How you fuck that up
Nah we ain’t in the same tense
Talking that crazy shit
Hand one shot nigga on your Cobain
Wanna come round
(Damn hello)
Never content
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round

Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
Money well spent
Dropped four hundred to peep Lauryn hill spit
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
True shit, When I come through no more asking who you is
[Verse 1]
Wanna come round
Love how the ass sit up when them draws come down

Sun shine but it can’t blind me
I was down to my last luck
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
Walk outside tear down the whole street
When I get them O’s
Cuz you ain’t that low low low
Done convincing niggas this is where they need to be
Shit ain’t been the same since
No you ain’t that low
Now im feeling like
And you’re there alone
Couldn’t last long as a no name
Doe came then the hoes came
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
Now you wanna come round
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
[Intro]
Hate chocolate but he love this brown
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
Wanna come round
Yea yea
Niggas got a thing for the raspy
Now you wanna come round
Money on the line
[Hook]
Now you wanna come round
Trying to get paid and shit

Syd – Bad Dream / No Looking Back

Had you screamin’ like a bad dream
You ain’t gotta’ lie, I know you nasty
Cause you’re a freak on the low

Said you ain’t gotta’ lie, I know you nasty
No looking back, nah baby
I’m on my way, you tell me to wait, say your place is a mess
No looking back, nah baby
‘Cause if this turns into something, we know there’s no looking back

Don’t let me get you alone

We only kiss when we fuckin’
Though maybe you don’t
[Verse 2]
[Verse 1]
And you get mad on the phone
Wanna come over, let’s watch a movie
I take my time
You gon’ love me girl before you know it
We don’t want that, no we don’t
I crack a brew, you turn on a movie
We only kiss when we fuckin’
No looking back, nah baby
Be there in ten, better buzz me in
You let me know that it’s real
Don’t waste your time
Explorin’ your peaks and your hills
No looking back, nah baby
[Chorus]
No looking back, nah baby

Roll something, play a little music
If it go down, it go ’til the morning
‘Cause if this turns into something, you know there’s no looking back
No looking back, nah baby
You be fiendin’ the thrills
Pull up on you, "like what it do?"
No looking back, nah baby
No looking back, nah baby
Deeper than still waters
[Chorus]
Give you all the things your body’s asking for
If I go down, you won’t let me go
[Chorus]
We won’t commit, no we won’t
So, we don’t get too attached
‘Cause if this turns into something, you know there’s no looking back

So, we don’t get too attached
No Looking Back:
We only kiss when we fuckin’
You can get me off, you put it down
I be hatin’ the tone, there’s just a lot going on
‘Cause if this turns into something, we know there’s no looking back
Just call me when you get done, call me when you get home
Nothing to do but lay under you
So, we don’t get too attached
Now go as deep as can go, as deep as can go

‘Cause if this turns into something, we know there’s no looking back
[Verse 1]

No looking back, nah baby
We might get lit in the moment, but I’m the shit and you know it
Just call me when you get done, call me when you get home
So, we don’t get too attached
Hit me up around eight or nine

We only kiss when we fuckin’
I think you know that I’m missing you still
We only kiss when we fuckin’

So, we don’t get too attached
No looking back, nah baby
[Chorus]
Doesn’t matter to me
We say we don’t want no love in this, but [?] don’t resist
I can break you off and hold it down

BOOTS – Soon Be Gone

Soon be gone, I’m fine

Far beyond time
I’m gone away
Metal in my mouth, baby baby I’m gone away
Soon be gone
Soon be gone I hid my spine
Soon be gone my mind
Soon
Bless my soul while I separate
Bless my soul while I separate
[Chorus]
Soon be gone
[Chorus]

Bless my soul while I drain my mind
I’m gone away
Soon be gone, I made you mind
Far beyond time
Soon be gone
Soon
Far beyond the days that gone away
[Bridge 2]
[Verse 1]
Soon be gone
Bless my soul while I drain my mind

[Bridge 1]

[Instrumental Outro]
Bless my soul while I drain my mind
Far beyond the line
I’m gone away
[Verse 2]

Mobb Deep – Greatness

Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient
[Hook]
Need to get your timing before u step to clock less now watch us just watch us!
Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like
So just watch me have it Da Prodigy boy Team Infamous and we have this like
Don’t let me bring the heat cause you could feel it even in the sea
To make an eruption or is he gone stop no he’s gone pop and that’s word to MJ
And kill these words like Disyllable Diabolical but enough with all
He the king of that bring it back but I ain’t talking bout that line though
I’ll say it nicely like aright G my mic be my weapon of mass destruction
Don’t stop it cause if ya drop it you gone remember that ya had it
Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient
Ain’t no mistaken on the position we placin’
Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient

Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin’

That I’m two of the best cause I’m too good for one of the best now watch me lay
Catch me on the go try to catch a flow while I strike a pose that’s right
We placed with a certain ambition that got’em amped and they wishin’
I’m talking bout the time I’m already let for the track na,na,na!gimme that
The dying we gotta live it up like the Mayans Da Prodigy is just tryin’
Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin
Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin
The vision is met precision precisely u cannot stop that collision
The competition to rest because I’m restless or maybe that’s just my big ego
Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like
Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient
[Outro]
Hold up I got this now pick it up pick pocket flow with it an don’t stop it
Cause he know I always win but I never really blow now that’s what we call dry air
[Verse 1]
Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like
[Hook]
Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like
So stop with ya A’s an B’s now watch me Double the these syllables

That these opportunities maybe served like dishes with some persistence
Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin’
Or mass Construction while your ass on umption whether he’s about make
[Intro]
I’m hitting any poser if they come closer right in the nose then I gotta show
And until I’m air to the throne I’mma just take my time be on my grind young
Lemme show you how I beat the beat now be decease I mean cease thee
You have no idea I spit it then I rip it and I gotta give it more
So this is just ah minor fraction of what I got in my mind and u niggas
Gotta homie feeling like 99.1 I’m done
We made these misses into missions with no inter-missions

[Verse 2]

Action Bronson – 9-24-7000 (feat. Rick Ross)

Dawg I hit the best of ’em, mothaf*ck the rest of ’em
Seekin’ scripture, hahaaa.
Like Ryu in the corner
As I open my eyes, surprised by 7 figures
November rain came the same day versuri-lyrics.info
I’ll be right back..
All my niggas down, we lookin’ like Fu-Schnickens
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
I love my rude b*tches, end up as new b*tches
M-M-M-Maybach Music
You ain’t gettin’ no dough, you ain’t gettin’ no h**s
Baking soda required, decided drug dealin’
I’m the label owner, I’m the only one can shelf me, biggest
Well now I’m nestled in the Tesla eatin’ pretzels, haaa?
Is free will a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will? Can you or can’t you?
Yeah, yo
Smooth, man
I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
Wisdom from the old heads, you ain’t gettin’ no head
My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13
I should prolly put a wetsuit on
The star state witness, they’ll hit you up for that selfie
Come home and hit the pool hall
Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
Young Renzel, line two
MMMMaybach Music
I’m fishbowlin’ new Impalas
College dormitories, fill ’em with smooth lyrics

Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
I’m a f*ckin’ smooth mover, ughhh.(9-24-7000)

S**t, sweep you off your feet
Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes
Young A.B., I got this you dig?
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
Got a few tickets for b*tches who truly digged us

Residents is divided amongst the feds and the children
It’s me, man.
Skippin’ school b*tches, cookin’ me food b*tches
Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
penetrate our nuanced wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay?
I’m the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head

Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales
You ain’t gettin’ no bread, you ain’t gettin’ no shows
Let him keep totin’ drugs if he willin’ to plead guilty
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
What really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain?
Why are we letting things on the outside of our physical penetrate our soul,
Dro can only help me, Backwood and I’m healthy
Boss.
Yo if I didn’t say it’s me you would probably think it’s Sting
Then I’m gripped up, hangin’ off my shoulder, f*ck the bullshit
S**t, man, haha

Filatov & Karas – Time Won’t Wait (Lyric Video)

Open up your heart

Time won’t wait for us
Everything is yours
Say that we won’t miss this moment
Don’t don’t be afraid
Time won’t wait for us

Time won’t wait for us
I just want your kiss
This moment here
Trust me when I say that
I don’t wanna rush you
Don’t know if I will
Is slipping away
Say that we won’t miss this moment
Just say what you want
Don’t be afraid
Time won’t wait for us
Trust me when I say
Don’t, don’t be afraid
Time won’t wait for us
I just wanna love you
But time won’t stay still
Time won’t wait for us
Don’t ignore what’s between us
Only if you want it
[x2]
Waiting for you
Open up your heart
Say that we won’t miss this moment

I don’t wanna miss this moment
I just want your kiss

Take what you need
I don’t wanna miss this moment
Trust me when I say that
Take what you need
Reach out for love

Time won’t wait
Don’t try to fight it
Only if you want it
Open up your heart
Everything is yours
Say what you want it
I know you like me
Time won’t wait for us
I just want your kiss
Reach out for love
Time won’t wait
Just take this chance and…
You know I’m here

[x2]
I don’t wanna miss this moment

Don’t be afraid
Time won’t wait for us

Chip – League Of My Own (The Intro) (League Of My Own II Album)

Got shankin’ bars, right now man are borin’, true (yeah)
Come of my line, I got shit to do (tsk)

But MOBO just got a key in
Because who God bless, no man can curse
I am not on keepin’ enemies close
Fuckboys will never see my endin’
Yeah (Dready)
[Verse]
And we’re like "Bun dem man, they phoney" (rah)
(Ya vexed, ya vexed) And I’m blossomin’, how ya mean?
[Intro]
Fuckboy, you ain’t fam, mind your business
Lines crossed when you go too far
You could check my history, I ain’t sayin’ names (brrah)
Dropped that chick, now I’m zonin’ again
You all hoes (‘llow it) You fuckin’ wit’ dem man?
Planet of the Apes in my hood so I move like a monkey
But nah, I’m not chattin’ ’bout you (rah)
Evil climate, dawg (mad)
Just tryna outdo my own bars (ayo)
I’m just here right now to give you some positive inspiration, okay?
With my eyes closed, see you preein’
Make a bomb and drop it on the same day
In front of your followers, boom
Core fans still feelin’ the flow
Talk on the level that my intellect’s at
I knew his circle, he changed, woes
Dumb youts comin’ at me, I expect that
Ermm, to push forward, you know?
I’m on family and business
Nah, just-come youts not studyin’ them
You bred award shows (dead)
Smoke weed till my eye, dem bleed (red)
Might not tek that errupt ting if I let that
So just keep goin’ and pray
This one’s out to those who lost interest
Kill a MC, that ain’t shit to do (nuttin’)
Just put on your spiritual armour
Burn that bridge, can you mend it?
I got a buff ting lickin’ my balls
or P.M., it’s CM So bun A.M.
League of My Own II, album pendin’
Can’t bury me, I’m a seed (never)
It’s Cash Motto, how ya mean? (Soft)
Yeah, hop on tracks and just spin them
Fuckin’ wit’ dem man, you fuckin’ wit’ dem man?
Go on then, trust your gut, do your ting then
You see a track, to me that’s MCin’
So I don’t why they think they know me (why?)
I sit with my Buddha heads, light a candle
Yo, Jahmaal, wagwan? What’s going on? Dad
Smash awards or just win them
If any fuckin’ spitter thinks I’m playin’ games
Cookin’ that hocus pocus again
Uh, there’s a passage in The Bible that I like
When you see the paw lookin’ clean (gang)
And I threw out four, that’s a team (squad)
When to be seen and when to be ghost
But when you got on the full armour of God
Man might hear this and think that I’m chattin’ ’bout dem (rah)

I’m one hell of a spiritual bein’
Already proved that I’ll be in my own league (yeah)
Cuh my dawgs, dem ’round me only (rah)
Then write some violent bars
Because it talks about spiritual wickedness in high places
Grind it, bill it, and spark

I been bookin’ flights, need to book a VO
I’m a lyrical prof (God sent)
So let me give you some positive vibration on a spiritual level
(Huh?) Who’s a lyrical boss? How many lyrics do you got?
Man pree my career and tek this ting for stick and move
Cuh I don’t wanna pop off on you (rah)
[Outro]
I know when to hold on and when to let go (yeah)
I may take time on the album same way
Went off track, gotta focus again
When I’m live in the booth, give up who’s followin’ you
Cuh I miss my brudda, need to see him
All of a sudden, they all bros?
[Pre-Verse]
The Lord put the powers in them
I ain’t lickin’ no label’s arse
Kick my finger, you’ll get that burst (boom)
Haven’t known man longer than I knew man for
I’m on a success journey, dawg
Cut a gyal off, you ain’t shit to me (nah)
(Rah) So how about you focus on you and stop preein’ my ting?
When my words fly, they hurt
Other side of bare setbacks
So no more spittin’ like I ain’t got shit to lose
Cash Motto, we stable, dawg
New year’s resolution: no sendin’
Ounce just landed, I’m rollin’ again
Yes or no? Still doin’ me, wah blow (trust)
‘Nough of these youts just talk loads about roadman
Fuck it, man, that’s how the game goes (‘llow it)
Yeah (Dready)
League of My Own II
I’m in west with Hollow and Clark
So, I’m prayin’ on a level for you and your team
Twelve years man been studyin’ me
Me, I’m class, study again, mm
Stitch up the beat when I leave the booth (mad)
Payback ain’t enough, I want interest
Nobody can do anything to you
Lightin’ up this jetpack
Are you feelin’ me though? (Huh?)
School of grime, you wasn’t there

It’s some baby boy cradle, dawg
Sticks and stones will bruk up bones
When I let go, scotch bonnet only (rah)
I might diss myself in a minute
Ten years since League of My Own
And see if I take off like my lyrical opps (why not?)
‘Llow me, I’m back in my zone, dawg (zone)
Try and holla back, it’s a par
There’s all kind of negativity goin’ on in the world right now
I can’t see ’em Where them devils gone?
You’re in a league of your own, son
Them MCs with shit to prove (done)
Wait, demanem don’t like me
Cuh the lies get borin’, true