Daily Archives: September 1, 2017

Tyga – Nann Nigga (feat. Honey Cocaine)

Ho you don’t know nann nigga

Oh, oh, ho

Now pop that pussy, yeah
Pull up Maybach Benz, fuck ’bout five or six best friends
Hell Naw, I don’t wanna holla at no motherfucker tricky he all over there smelling like bookie, Hennessy and shit, hell naw

Icy white teeth, icy like me, nigga get me five feet
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Who is your dawg
Trae

[Chorus: Tyga]
Man I just had to learn my lessons, it was all growth
See, look here for one second, he wanna holla at you
[Chorus: Tyga & Honey Cocaine]
Ho you don’t know nann nigga, uh-uh ho, hahahaha
Floss like me, ball like me, superstar like me
Getting money in the 6 but you won’t wanna see that view
Them whips murdered, murdered out and it’s all whoa
Been to places, I’ve been
Now when I walk into the room, I’m wearing all gold
Lil’ stupid bitch, you don’t even know what you know
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
I’m stuck flexin’, my bitch, a blessin’
Fuck it, nigga, pay what you owe
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Now pop that pussy, yeah
Ho you don’t know nann nigga, uh-uh ho
Bring your best friend, I got dick to go ’round
Shawty like a soldier, she gon’ make the body bounce
Put these niggas in a tomb, Angelina with the juice
Hit the bitches with the juke, R2, spin move
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Been to places, I’ve been
Ho you don’t know nann nigga

Icy white teeth, icy like me, nigga get me five feet
Pop that pussy don’t stop
Young Honey, where the fuck was you?
Louis V, 2-2, and I’m Gucci widdit too
A menage, my garage, shirt off, skirt off
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Icy white teeth, icy like me, nigga get me five feet
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Floss like me, ball like me, superstar like me
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Pull up Maybach Benz, fuck ’bout five or six best friends
Ho you don’t know nann nigga

Ho you don’t know nann nigga, uh-uh ho
Pull up Maybach Benz, fuck ’bout five or six best friends
Now this is nothing new, all my bitches in the jukes

My niggas on the news
[Chorus: Tyga & Honey Cocaine]
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Been a taker, you drive Jeddah
Didn’t know me back in ’96, didn’t know me now
Ho you don’t know nann nigga, uh-uh ho
Skrrt off, off top, I’m the best, no props, make this mo-fucker hop
[Chorus: Tyga]

Bandanas on my troops, D’usse, diamond tooth
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Pay your best friend, enough dick to go ’round
Niggas talk shit, we gon’ make the shawty bounce
Hol’ up bitch, Hol up’ bitch, bitch
Down payment on my wrist
Been to places, I’ve been
Still break the law, fight your ass like it’s Tekken
Hol’ up ho
Smoke a dead ounce, yeah nigga, smoke a dead ounce
Floss like me, ball like me, superstar like me
I was only 7 young nigga, still reppin’
We need more pounds, tell ’em we need more pounds
Uh-uh hoe, Ho you don’t know nann nigga
[Verse 2: Tyga]
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Been to places, I’ve been
Fuck a room, I want the roof, Cabanas on the booth
Couldn’t pay tuition too
So no I cannot fucking lose (oh you know naan bitch)
Pull up Maybach Benz, fuck ’bout five or six best friends
Ayy, check it out, baby
[Verse 3: Honey Cocaine]
You saying, what you got? check it out
Work hard, sports cars
Perforated leather, Bose speaker
Ho you don’t know nann nigga, uh-uh ho
Icy white teeth, icy like me, nigga get me five feet
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Floss like me, ball like me, superstar like me
Had a switch blade, use that bitch as a weapon
Bounce, shawty bounce, bounce, bounce, shawty bounce
Ho you don’t know nann nigga, uh-uh ho
Ho you don’t know nann nigga, uh-uh ho
Ho you don’t know nann nigga
Rawmatic with the juice, she used to chill with the Maloufs
And my niggas wanna shoot
Tuh… oh you know naan, nigga
Pull up in the Coupe, bad bitches with me too

[Intro: Taterhead, Trina & Trick Daddy]

Sofia Carson – Ins And Outs

[Chorus]
Baby, don’t let my history get to the best of you
‘Cause it’ll just make it easier to love you
Tell me, tell me, tell me
No, I won’t let your history get to the best of me (uh, uh, uh)
All the ins and outs
[Chorus]

Discover your information, this intimate situation
‘Cause it’ll just make it easier to love you

All the ins and outs
Yeah

Ah, ah, ah, ah
But give me something, something (ah) to figure out
Easier to touch you
No, I (I) won’t bring the gavel down on you
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Can say what you want, I’m not fragile
Easier to love you

All the ins and outs

[Verse 1]
[Post-Chorus]
All the ins and outs
But give me something, something (ah) to figure out
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Ah, ah, ah, ah
You got 21 questions, I got 21 answers
Tell me, tell me, tell me
And don’t let my energy get to the rest of you (uh, uh, uh)
Show me, show me, show me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

All the ins and outs
Ah, ah, ah, ah
‘Cause it’ll just make it easier to love you (uh, uh, uh, uh)

All the ins and outs
Tell me, tell me, tell me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Hoping the pages, yeah, tell all of what’s yours
Ah, ah, ah, ah
No, I (I) won’t bring the gavel down on you
‘Cause I can promise (uh) that I won’t derail
Discover your information, this intimate situation
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
[Post-Chorus]

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Easier to touch you
Show me, show me, show me
Easier to hold you
[Pre-Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah, ah
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Easier to love you
Don’t leave anything out, don’t spare the details
All the ins and outs
All the ins and outs
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
[Pre-Chorus]
Show me, show me, show me
Discover your information, this intimate situation
No, I (I) condition never to judge you

But give me something, something (ah) to figure out

Jessie Reyez – Blue Ribbon

No, no, no
And I like to fuck, but I can chill too, yeah
I don’t need your poison ’round me
Fuck do you mean, "Why I showed up?"

Oh

I keep that shit on my shoulder
‘Bout ten feet around my people, keep that shit
Fuck do you mean, "Why I showed up?"
No, no, no, no, no, no new ones
I’m nice if you don’t fuck around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And all of these fuckboys askin’ me
You should get to playin’
And I don’t need nothin’, I just need my whiskey
I know what you do, son
Toronto, Toronto, Toronto, my city
And all of these fuckboys still askin’ me
All of these boys, they callin’ me pretty
Don’t act like you don’t see these boundaries
No, no, no, no new ones
Yuh, that shit is colder
I can’t fuckin’ hear, fuckin’ hear what you said
I tried to chill too, yeah, yeah
I can’t fuckin’ hear what you’re sayin’
But I’m cute if you don’t fuck around
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy yeah
Why you runnin’, playboy?
Why the fuck did I show up
And I shoot you if you come about ten feet around my family

I say, "No, sir!"
I’m nice if you don’t fuck around
You could keep that shit the fuck over there, please
I like it neat, but I like it chilled too, yeah
"Can I be on your team?"
Who’s your producer? Producer is Timmy
Gimme ice cubes, gimme ice cubes, yeah
I can’t fuckin’ hear, I can’t fuckin’ hear what you’re sayin’
I’m a nice girl, I’m a nice girl, yeah
I don’t need your poison ’round me
Keep that shit the fuck over there, please
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy yeah

Kodak Black – Black Cat

I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
In Raleigh, fell in love with fraud, [?] on that slazz

Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass

I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
How you finna cut the hole, y’all just bad
Type it like a spacebar, fuck a keypad, think I keep that Mac
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
No Rosa Parks, them shooters posted in the back
Promise you ain’t see me, I was in Buffalo with Ray
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
I made my son king, put this crown on, fuck a ski mask

[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Nelson Mandela, rocking Maison Margielas, remember wearing Shaqs
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
Steady scheming, burying cheese and burying pieces in the grass
Same night me and Debo took the Mazda, bih we crashed
[Verse 2]

Martin Luther King, last night I had a dream about his ass
Controversy between the both supremacies, they gone be mad
Fuck my daddy, I can’t believe I nutted out your sack
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half

I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Fuck my daddy nigga, it’s me and my momma sons like I’m Nash
Yeah, beep, beep, I’m the nigga roadrunning to that cash
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
In the Jaguar XF, putting a spell on you late night in the black cat
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
[Verse 1]
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
Bentley Bentayga, snapping like I lost a fucking crab
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
Nigga, what’s your f’n problem? I’m on that Effen vodka, smoking gas
In Charlotte, made a movie with that poker, left a scab
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
They caught the helicopter, I don’t want y’all to think I’m tryna flex
Hot shifter, can’t control my pace, command, delete his ass
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
[Chorus]
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m hooked on phonics, hooked on Phoenix balling like I’m Steve Nash
Life’s a gamble, play the hands they dealt me I’m a wizard at blackjack
I swear to god, I get a hard on when this heat blast
Fuck a frisbee, I’ll spin n’ bend a nigga like I’m Taz

Z-Ro – Houston 2Gether

Can’t nobody tell me my city won’t be alright man
I used to wanna see Houston together
[Chorus]
Shout out to Sylvester Turner, yeah my man kept it real
Lord Jesus, I know you see us down here
[Verse 1]
I used to wanna see Houston together
I know Red Cross coming, what about right now though?
People putting boats in the water, making sure neighbors good
I’m just tryna get us to safety, not tryna get a deal
Uh, I seen a black man rescuing a white man
She can get her blood pressure down, meanwhile row
The whole city on that water, ain’t talking sherm

Houston together
All I see him do is empty out his pockets when it’s real
Right now I see Houston together
Houston together
And I ain’t talking the street they live on, I’m talking the neighborhood
Sister don’t give up, I know you ’bout to lose your mind bro
Didn’t leave like a real politician, he stayed here in the field
Shout out Kevin Hart, you are appreciated ’round here
Right now I see Houston together
Houston together
Tell big mama we coming, not later, right now, so
And if you ask me it’ll be Houston forever
[Verse 2]
We need all the help we can get, most of all we need us
I see enemies come together and say we here to build (let’s do this)

I used to wanna see Houston together
Right now I see Houston together
[?] like I’m good, go see about my son or ’bout my daughter
I used to wanna see Houston together
And if you ask me it’ll be Houston forever
40 damn dollars for a pack of bottled water
They stranded, they need medicine right now though
At least my people pulling all my people out the water
Cause the city’s torn down, hardly did us in

Can’t nobody go to work either so how they gonna earn
Y’all ain’t got no food but you welcome to some of mine though
Right now I see Houston together
Can’t sleep in the house tonight when somebody gon’ get us in
It ain’t safe to brush your teeth, you just might lose your life man
I know it’s looking like we outta there but we’ll be back (H-Town)
School just started, school shut down, how they gonna learn?

25 thousand dollar challenge, we’ll need that
And if you ask me it’ll be Houston forever
[Chorus]
They say Paul Wall just talking diamonds in his grill
Houston together
Flood water to the ceiling, we ain’t got no lights man
Hell yeah it’s getting harder but it’s gon’ ease up
And if you ask me it’ll be Houston forever

Ty Dolla $ign – So Am I (feat. Skrillex & Damian Marley)

(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
So am I

Somebody you can call on
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
Baby, so am I
all for you I don’t know if this ????
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I
(Put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you’re looking for a real one, so am I
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
So am I
Call on when you need it done right
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
And if you searching for somebody who is willing to stay more than overnight

Yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
So am I
[Drop: Ty Dolla $ign]

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
But you so smart that you obvious know a lie
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
So am I
[Outro: Damian Marley]
[Verse 2: Damian Marley]
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
(Yeah, owee)
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
[Drop: Ty Dolla $ign]
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Yeah

So am I
So am I
I need you searching for the truth
If you’re looking for a real one, so am I
So am I
So am I
Baby, so am I
Baby, so am I
Baby, so am I
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)

Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you’re happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
You sick and tired of a lover who do wrong, even though they know the right
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign + Damian Marley]
Call on when you need it done right
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)

Somebody you can call on
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
And if you needing some support, instead of someone coming home to pick a fight
[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ll make this ???? all for you
So am I

Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
[Drop: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I

PLAZA – Personal

[Bridge]
I know that you do
[Verse 1]
You know you won’t go back, no, no
Know I can’t, know I can’t, no
I know that you do
I know that you do
I know that you do
They don’t gotta know nothing at all
No, you won’t go back, no, no
You know you’re gonna take it…
I told her we don’t gotta know nothing personal
Can’t get much higher
It’s all a haze and I can’t get much higher
I told her we don’t gotta know nothing personal
Lights down, what you worried about

I know that you do
I hope you understand this girl, girl, girl
[Intro]
[Chorus]
I’mma feel till I roll up
I told her we don’t gotta know nothing personal
If you wanna fuck with me, yeah
[Chorus]
If you wanna fuck with me, yeah

I told her we don’t gotta know nothing personal
So woman take the lust outta me

They don’t gotta know nothing at all
She said "it’s so wrong" and I know it
And when I roll up you just step out your dress
Not gon’ worry bout what her man do
They don’t gotta know nothing at all
Yeah

I know that you do
So is better to deserve it woman
They don’t gotta know nothing at all
You know you can’t go back, no, no
Now woman you bring the lust outta me
They don’t gotta know nothing at all
I know that you do

[Verse 2]
There’s no love anywhere in this house
If you wanna fuck with me, yeah
Not gon’ quit you till I have to
If you wanna fuck with me, yeah
Take the soul and the trust outta me

And every chance you get girl
You bring the best and the worst outta me
If you wanna fuck with me, yeah
And the pain comes in the long run
If you wanna fuck with me, yeah
I know that you do
They don’t gotta know nothing at all
[Outro]
If you wanna fuck with me, yeah
Don’t know, no, no, no, no, no
I told her we don’t gotta know nothing personal
If you wanna fuck with me, yeah
And when the high comes on, you can’t fake it
Still I’m calling back and I don’t know how

They don’t gotta know nothing at all
I told her we don’t gotta know nothing personal
Like that, I said leave on the rest
They don’t gotta know nothing at all
I told her we don’t gotta know nothing personal
Like that
[Chorus]
Got you actin’ a way you dream ’bout

I told her we don’t gotta know nothing personal

N.O.R.E. – Uno Más (feat. Pharrell)

It’s my duty to help you snap back
She in a good mood
I’ll be the shrink you need lately
[Outro: Pharrell & N.O.R.E.]
Geez Louise, papa cheeks

Just fill, don’t think with me, baby (uno más, then we go)
From the bottom, so we always celebratin’ (what?)
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Just one more clink with me, baby
The realest dude in the world, that how we [?] slime!
Uno más then we go
We’ll win one way or the other, let’s start now girl
You don’t know, but it is in your eyes
Just one more clink with me, baby
[Verse 2: N.O.R.E]
Total opposite’ll be nice (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wanna’ fly wings, she wanna’ take off
Somethin’ up in my eyes, make my self-esteem rise
I was once like you, had me in my runnin’ shoes
Can’t help that
Vodka shots, this with ice (ice)
I was once like you, had me in my runnin’ shoes
Then they told me that I needa’ do a song
[Verse 3: N.O.R.E.]
Then they told me that I needa’ do a song

Uno más, one more
It’s my duty to help you snap back
Come have a drink with me, baby
I was once like you, had me in my runnin’ shoes

She want eat lobster, she want drink wine
I just wanna get drink and go be with her
Uno más, one more

I peeped what you goin’ through, baby
Just fill, don’t think with me, baby (one more, only one more)

They said I’d never make it, never be much

Baby we gon’ drink more
Take this moment and move on, move on
Whoo!

I’ll be the shrink you need lately
[Chorus: Pharrell & N.O.R.E]
Let go what you cannot take back
[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell]
Come have a drink with me, baby (have a drink with me)
Pay attention to love, who cares who hate you
And I agreed wit’ ’em, I ain’t see such
We from the bottom, so we always celebratin’ (what?)
It’s my duty to help you snap back

I think you need a 180
At least one more, don’t needa’ think more
[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell]
Take this moment and move on, move on
She wanted one more, I wanted one more

Thought of nothing I could do, man I had it wrong
I’ll be the shrink you need lately (haaa)

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
[Chorus: Pharrell & N.O.R.E.]
[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell]

[Bridge: Pharrell]
Let go what you cannot take back
A twenty year career, I hope you understand
Just fill, don’t think with me, baby (just fill, don’t think)
Take this moment and move on, move on

Leave your worries long gone, long gone
I wanna save her life, I know she felt that
Uno más, one more
Leave your worries long gone, long gone

[Refrain: Pharrell]
Come have a drink with me, baby (uno más, one more)
Leave your worries long gone, long gone
I wanna help that
So I celebrate life (life)
I want to make money, I want to make more
You knew it was weird, they tried to fake you
That was it
Something up in my eyes, make my self-esteem rise
I used to pitch on the block, I did it underhand
Thought of nothing I could do, man I had it wrong
And I agree wit’ her

Then they told me that I needa’ do a song
Singin’ like, uno más ’til we go
Let go what you cannot take back
Ignored the last call, got one more
Somethin’ up in my eyes, make myself self-esteem rise
Thought of nothing I could do, man I had it wrong
Just one more clink with me, baby (yo, yo)

Lil Baby – Narcs

Turned a nigga to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
They can’t keep tabs on us
Nobody was there, we got out
They can’t keep tabs on us
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
[Chorus]
They can’t keep tabs on us
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

The narcs just ran in the spot
I know they mad as fuck
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
I know they mad as fuck
Take the dollar to your partners, show ’em how to add the water
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
Nobody was there, we got out
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
Pussy nigga hatin’, pocket watching
We keep them dracos, shout out to the shottas
They can’t keep tabs on us
The narcs just ran in the spot
Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya
[Verse 2]
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
They can’t keep tabs on us
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
We got the weight, that’s a full one, damn she just blew me
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin’ with the mobsters
Nobody was there, we got out
Straight to the money, no stops
[Chorus]
Punchin’ on foreign broads on the beach
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
I ain’t gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die
Pass me the percs I need two of ’em
I brought out all hundreds and it’s neat
The narcs just ran in the spot
I been grindin’ for a minute, I been really really gettin’ it
I been hearin’ niggas talkin’

Straight gas, nigga fuck cops
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
I got it all gone in a week, week
I’m on that timeline, niggas watchin’
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
I know they mad as fuck
I can’t wait to let ’em slide Youngins screamin’ what’s the price?
Niggas try me they gon’ die
Lil nigga I’m the one that got it poppin’
Nobody was there, we got out
I got the streets in a head lock
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
I know they mad as fuck
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
He on the grind and I’ll see you later

The narcs just ran in the spot
Hope one of you niggas don’t reach
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
I know they mad as fuck
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I ride in foreign cars like I’m Meech
Nobody was there, we got out

This shit was hard for us, we thought we all was stuck
F&N ride on my seat
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper

I’m rockin’ Tom Ford like a doctor
Bitch better check my trap, I’m gettin’ money
Hope that they ain’t forget the pocket rocket
It’s gon’ be a homicide
But when I pull up on them niggas’ head drop
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
Saved by the bell like I’m Screech, Screech
They told me go get it and I went and got it
[Verse 1]
Get to the money, I’m racin’
I’m rockin’ Balmains like they cheap
[Chorus]

He know he pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
I know they mad as fuck

MADEINTYO – Lose It

Actin’ like you hard, ugh-ugh, no he ain’t
My pockets do need a tummy tuck
Watch how I do it, these niggas stupid
Heard these lil niggas, they fuckin’ up
Switch, switch, swerve
If I buy that new i3 will you ride then?
Pussy is wet, I’m ringin’ it out
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Count up the money and bag it
Yah, yah, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah, oh
I’m bout to lose it, hey
Yeah, damn, that’s your girl she’s so fine
Count up the money and bag it
Niggas thought I couldn’t come back with somethin’
That shit cray
She my lil rider no matter what
Oh, yah
Oh, yah, yah, yah, oh, yah, yah, yah
I’m brazy, they know it, she wanna throw it
I don’t got shovels I’m diggin’ a route, woah-woah-woah
Yah, yah, I’m gon’ blow her mind
I’m bout to lose it, hey
Yah, yah, yah, oh, skrt-skrt
Man it’s straight, K Swisha with the 808, oh
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
I’m bout to lose it
Ratchet bitch, ya, she put on the set
Count up the money and bag it
Yah, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
She my lil rider no matter what
I’m bout to lose it, oh
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
I made a lot, never a drought
Hop out a whip, hop out a whip, I blow it
My niggas greasy, woo, yeah, my niggas greasy, woo
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
I ain’t fuckin’ with a bird
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Oh, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Count up the money and bag it
Hey man niggas thought I had one
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
Gettin’ the guap, makin’ it pop
Yeah, yeah, uh, I’m bout to lose it
Yeah I did it with my squad and they said I can’t
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
That shit brazy
If I bend her over then you know a nigga paint
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Count up the money and bag it
Palm tree, Miami, yup I’m gainin’ weight, skrt
She my lil rider no matter what
Diamonds, they lighter than lightbulbs
Pull up to the scene, you know a nigga skate
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I wear Chanel like woah-woah
Skrt-srt, oh
I did it easy, woah, theme niggas sleazy, woo
She my lil rider no matter what
Droppin’ the top, hey
I give that bitch what she deserve
Louis duffel full of herb
She my lil rider no matter what
Nigga you out your mind
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
I’m bout to lose it, hey
Give me some brain, what you thinkin’ about?
I’m bout to lose it, oh
She my lil rider no matter what
Three stacks on the Louie bag, no problem
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
Count up the money and bag it
Gosha on my chest, hold up, nigga, flex
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Hey, yah, oh

Harry Styles – Two Ghosts (In Studio) (Live)

‘Cause we don’t say what we really mean
Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
Tastes so sweet, looks so real

The fridge light washes this room white
Tongue-tied like we’ve never known
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
[Chorus]
I’m just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
[Chorus]
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
This was all we used to need
But it’s not you and it’s not me
But I can’t touch what I see

Telling those stories we already told
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
[Outro]
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
We don’t see what we used to see
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
Moon dances over your good side
We’re not who we used to be
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]

[Verse 1]
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
Sounds like something that I used to feel
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
Same lips red, same eyes blue

We’re not who we used to be

Tee Grizzley – Beef (feat. Meek Mill)

Murk ’em
Murk ’em
(Brr) Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me?
I don’t play with no beef
I come on your street
We ain’t play with no pussy
I don’t squash no beef
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
If I wanted a nigga gone, he a dead man (He through)
Heard he sneak dissing, seen him, what you sayin’, nigga (What you sayin’?)
We ain’t play with no pussy
I ain’t no hatin’ ass nigga, but I hate niggas (Hate ’em)
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
Catch his homie out in traffic, that’s your man, nigga? (That’s your man?)
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)

We ain’t doing no flex
Stopped the PJ in your city, we ain’t playin’ nigga (Skurt)
Like it’s [??] order, we gon’ squeeze niggas (Facts)
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
If we make it through the summer, we gon’ leave niggas (Like what?)
Hit the club in them Audi trucks and threw bands
Rental in my cousin’s name with the grams in him
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)

[Verse 6: Meek Mill]
(Tell that bitch, we in this bitch)
[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Couple niggas used to be with us, we ain’t make it to they funeral, they said that we did it
We ain’t play with no pussy
I don’t squash no beef
What they gone do when I pull up and make em’ catch a lot?
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
I chase nigga, eliminate niggas (Ayy)
We ain’t play with no pussy
I come on your street
When we wack ’em, shit Obama prolly gon’ know about it (Brr)
All this money got me thinking what I owe my rivals (Pussies)
And walk in your house with big shit like I’m finna move in
I come on your street
Load the chopper, crack the window when we rollin’ by (There it go)
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I’m through the city in that Range with my thang, nigga (On my momma)
Still putting Draco’s on the plane, nigga (Draco)
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Let’s get it
Meek, you got your strap?
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
And then don’t shot cribs, they gon’ give you one chance
These niggas tweet a lot, these niggas text alot
(Brr) Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me?
Like nigga, come outside or we gon’ come in, boy
I don’t squash no beef
Say my name and get banged, that’s on gang, nigga
What they gone do, that doctor ain’t got shit to save niggas (It go)

I see the fear in your face, nigga (Lying)
Niggas in your backyard and on your front grass (We here)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t doing no flex

Murk ’em
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga

Know we chopping, test ’em and we leave you Holy Bible (Woo)
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)

You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t get it twisted, bitch, we still got them Scooby Doo vans (Still slidin’)
And ain’t no turning back, I got my mind made, nigga (For real)
Run in his crib and kill everything living (Brr)
Squeeze that Glock until my trigger blue-black (Bow)
Yeah, nigga diss me in these raps, how we gon’ go about it (We gon’ go about it)
Tell ’em Leek, that lemon squeeze ain’t for lemonade, nigga (No)
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
I don’t sleep on no beef
Helluva made this beat, baby

I don’t play with no beef
Still ride SRTs with the yams in ’em (SKurt)
Ain’t nothin’ to talk ’bout
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (It’s on)
Circle through your hood, where your crew at? (Where your crew, nigga?)

Fuck a drive-by, run ’em down so we know we got ’em (Hit ’em)
I don’t squash no beef
Blue beam on that choppa Kamehameha
[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
Fuck with me, I’ma come to where you stand
[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
A nigga said we tried to squash it then you know we lyin’ (Fall)
Haa
I don’t sleep on no beef

Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
I leave his whole body bloody, call him Red Man

I come on your street
[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
I don’t play with no beef
I throw them dragon balls at you like I’m Kakarot (boom, boom, boom)
Tryna hide behind your niggas, that’s your man’s ass (nigga)
Murk ’em
Send your whole squad a message like a group text (Uh, brr)
I told my youngin’ grab that rifle, set that boy on fire (Brr)
Lost the memory, him must have had them Xans in him (On them Xans)
[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t sleep on no beef
He say he don’t fuck with you and he a fan of us, pussy
Let me say that I don’t wanna see you bustlin’ (Kill the niggas)
We ain’t doing no flex
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)

Say my name on his song, he a dead man (That’s your ass)
Hit your dawg 20 times, nigga, you next (You next)
We ain’t doing no flex

Rick Ross – Jumping Ship

Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Uhh
A Lonzo Ball [?]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
[Intro: Rick Ross]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Big money baller, so they know just who I am
She got a pretty smile and got an ass
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
I just listen for the splash
Hoes jumping ship
They just looking for the cash
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
For pussy niggas who be jumping ship
She got her hair down to her ass
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Fat nigga with a lot, yah

It’s only one Christopher Colombus
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
All blue Ferrari, bitches think it’s crip
It should be a crime, she a dime

Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Sending pussy pics, that’s all the time
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch

I left the Lamborghini in Miami
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
We rocking side to side, just like we in a boat
I’m confident I’m wealthy in a nigga afterlife
We the shit, niggas getting rich
You deserve a nigga with a yacht
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Big booty bitches live on the Gram
Plead the fifth, they gone plead the fifth
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
Hoes jumping ship
Yacht club with the pyrex
I gotta driver who keep all the sticks
Come to the boss and get your raise

Hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Diddy shot, I got Cîroc all in my glass

I tip the valet then it’s straight to V.I.P
Life vest, he need a life vest
I just listen for the splash
Hoes jumping ship
King of diamonds, got her throwing cash
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
They jumping ship, shawty jumping ship
Loyalty will get you everything that you deserve
So, hold my hand and we can run the world
Even wrote a comment, life’s a bitch

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
They just looking for the cash
A.k.a The Big Fish
Hoes jumping ship
I took the Wraith with me to Cincinatti
Hoes jumping ship
All the cheerleaders I fuck ’em all
All the hoes hating from a fake page
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Rich forever, definition of a sacrifice
I walk the city like I run the coast
(Hoe overboard!)
You the shit, shawty, you the shit
They just looking for the cash
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
We moving units and we selling coke
Shorty started swimming when she seen the boat
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
They just looking for the cash
Hoes jumping ship

I got your ex liking my pics

Cousin Stizz – Dash

I need the bread for lunch
I touch a pack and go hasta la vista
[Chorus]
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
Had to ask about who taught her that
I got her head by brunch
Haha
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
I got too much weed in my blunt
We just reaching for the stars and past
Yeah
Ooh
On our, ass, dash, dash

[Chorus]
Nightmares make me laugh
Fast, fast
When you get money it’s harder to reach ya
Went back to the trap

[Intro]
I only met her once
I just focus on what’s here and there
Man who got the facts?
Fucking on twins that’s identical creachers
Fast, don’t pass, this one, my blunt
You be letting all your moments pass
They wear, masks
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
All that extra shit ain’t gonna last
I got too much lean in my cup
Came from the gutter need my wallet greasy
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
They tell me get it and I’m on his back
Pockets jump like jacks

I got too much lean in my cup
Six will play you like a quarterback
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
Where I be dressin’ like everyday easter

I got too much lean in my cup
Tell ’em turn me up
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
Bro got to send me up
You niggas stuck in the bleachers
Same color Henny-punch
Different class
Better tell ’em ’bout me
I need two demons identical features
On our, ass, dash, dash
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
I got too much
I got too much lean in my cup
Fast, no pass, this one, my blunt
Fast, don’t pass, this one, my blunt
I step in Saint Laurent
Two gon’ need rehab
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash

On our, ass, dash, dash
Yeah
I got too much weed in my blunt
[Verse 2]
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Play with my boys we gon’ Friday-thirteenth ya
I got too much lean in my cup

AAA – Aishiteru No Ni

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