Daily Archives: November 27, 2017

Smino – Anita (Remix) (feat. T-Pain)

Can’t shoot me down, bitch I’m Luke Cage
Green light, you better go (oh ah ow)
Now hold on L10
GoDiva (go baby)
I need her
A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
"Ch-ch-ching!" How that money ‘chine ring
The re-remix, the re-remix
Zero gang with me every-where I go
Bah I do wanna tell you something
What kind of dude you think I’m is?
Where your night light?
Gold, oh (oh ah ow, oh!)
She got a text from the ex-files
GoDiva (go)
We got spunk, we can light up the dark like a bucket of electric eels
It’s just business, straight across 12:30 o’clock, uh
He was like I see you with this lame-O
So flee don’t flee from me
Pull off your panties, I pull up in the Phantom
We ain’t talking that
Stay on the jugg like kool-aid
My baby, baby, baby, baby
Goodnight babe
The memo, never switched or slowed the tempo
I need her
Got that mag’netic love, I can’t pull out of yo Milky Way
[Outro]
1000 miles an hour on a spaceship, maybe we can go to space

A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
(Show that)
She said that she was gonna think about it
Still roll with cuzzo and foolay
See usually I don’t do this
Where we bang hoes in a gray winnebago
Anita (‘nita!)
Come and get you hit you with the Bang Bro
Try to bring four in and I’ma tell you how the day go, boop
Girlfriend, girlfriend, turn in for the night right
My baby, baby, baby, baby
GoDiva (go)
She was so extra extra read about it
I been raw, It’s genetic, it’s my denim
Bet you’re interested, stretch you like a limo
She had to read it out loud
She a rainforest under that dress
"Bing!" How the spotlight beam on you
When your feet be pavement to the gold (oh ah ow)
Ooh, if you’re with it, then I’m with it
Ice cream
I’m… in this bih like a implanon
Lemme cut on this
You giving me Erykah vibes
I feel in the right light

You make December feel summer, summer, summer
Go (oh ah ow)
R-E-M-I-X, Smi and Teddy P
On the provolone since a baby boy
This shit natural for us, she like "yes!"

I Ginuwine up on you, tryna fit up
[Hook]
She say "Smino, I love you"
breaded up like a empanada I’m…
Haaa Zilchy baby
[Verse 2]
I need her (I need her!)
(Serving them looks cold as)
Stay off brown like some khaki boys with the nappy boys
Leaving and walking back
[Chorus]
A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
The re-remix, the re-remix
But girl, you’re killing me, I need your energy
We can do it for the Zeitgeist, huh
You’re looking like a girl I used to date, but now you’re in the wife light
Chocolate (go)
My baby, baby, baby, baby

Hasn’t anybody told you crack kills?
Nada girl, de nada
You’re giving me something I can feel
Feel like Jody-Jo how I handle bars
I’m cool on, all the friendly shit
(Now I ain’t never been to Jupiter before but I- but I’ll go witchu baby)
R-E-M-I-X, Smi and Teddy P
Up in em, witcha acting innocent
The re-remix, the re-remix
Bet they go so cray cray cray cray cray cray cray
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
My baby, baby, baby, baby

Philthy Rich – Plug Conversations (feat. Allstar Jr)

[Verse 2]
Connect ain’t asking but he got me waiting
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
Got your bitch acting different
Connect it asking but he got me waiting
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable
It’s a plug conversation
We ain’t never hit a lick with yall
It’s a plug conversation

It’s a plug conversation

Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
[Chorus]
Nahh we ain’t never [?] with yall
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable, it’s a plug conversation
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
Try to like these lil hoes
Connect ain’t asking but he got me waiting
It’s a plug conversation
It’s a plug conversation
Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
Ran up some racks on niggas
That fake shit done rubbed off
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
Cuz yall know I’m that nigga blood walking
I’m stashing cell blues
Them broke niggas I don’t deal with yall
Activis with the seals off
It’s a plug conversation
Now I’m making bells move
[Chorus]
nigga touch one and I killed off
Let me rub off on that ass some pictures
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
We run the eastern market
[Verse 1]
It’s a plug conversation
Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
I was sleeping in the house with one bedroom
Diamonds on me make em chill off
It’s a plug conversation
Where I’m from i’m the big dog
I ain’t want to drink

I ain’t look back for niggas
It’s a plug conversation
To a real nigga you real soft
Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
Detriot niggas wanna club talk
The thing on em then the deal off
Connect it asking but he got me waiting
Go spot my income
It’s a plug conversation
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable, it’s a plug conversation
We ain’t never did a drill with yall
It’s a plug conversation
This nigga Philty got me pouring ack
It’s a plug conversation
Connect it asking but he got me waiting
Never count up a mill with yall
We ain’t never in the field with yall
Yeah that crack done got me glowing
It’s a plug conversation
First to bezzle boss it up and get the band blue
Connect ain’t asking but he got me waiting
It’s a plug conversation
It’s a plug conversation
When this conversation over, make another play
It’s a plug conversation
[Chorus]
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
Cuz we ain’t tryna be seen with yall
Twinkle wrist jitting
It’s a plug conversation
Trap nigga with a hit single
It’s a plug conversation
Got a good girl, got a real dog
Look at all this damn food

Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
We ain’t tryna get rich with yall
I say that plug talk, nigga plug talk
It’s a plug conversation
Atlanta niggas want to mud walk
Hit the ye with [?] that shit like Stephen [?]
It’s hard to cuz I been fuck
Nigga
It’s a plug conversation
All this ice like a mill on
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
We ain’t never did a deal with yall
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable, it’s a plug conversation
It’s a plug conversation
Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
2 for 10’s and them dubs off
In the trap getting drugs up
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable

Ralo – I Made Myself Ah Boss

You know I made myself a boss
I got so much money my exes know I don’t miss em
And that was just for a round trip
Got the streets on lock
what you do? Who is you?
[Hook]
That’s how I know that she love a nigga
Save the money up and fuck the club up
I got so much pressure I got to get off my chest
On the private jet with eight brothers
I got so much pressure I got to get off my chest
For real!
I want so much extra forgot about having sex
Got my niggas saying
You could stop playing with me
Fuck them other folks
Bandz hanging out my pants
Got my pistol man
We don’t need em
Who took a chance for me?
I made myself a boss
I know I made myself a boss (I did that)
I know I made myself a boss (I did that)
I’m proud of you
I made myself a boss, yeah
Not even family
I made myself a boss, yeah
Prices going up but I ain’t showing up
You know I made myself a boss, yeah
Why you got pressure, I do not owe ya
We gone fight like a boss
I been in my feelings, I’m feeling like i’m the realest, yeah
Who got a hand for me?
She don’t fuck with them other niggas

You know I made myself a boss, yeah
Let me get this shit off my chest
Lately I been like Mayweather
What you pouring up?
You know I made myself a boss, yeah
Got my engineer, got my cameraman
[Hook]
I know that they want to kill me they want to take my possession
it ain’t like we gone need em
I know I made myself a boss (I did that)
You know I made myself a boss
My bitch my number one fan
I made myself a boss you need to tell your nigga boss up
So we ain’t never going down here
Flip the watch fuck a plain jane
[Outro]
[Hook]
I want so much extra forgot about having sex
You ain’t did nothing for me
Don’t give another man a chance
We alright, we gone prosper
[Verse 2]
But I ain’t feeling like a star yet
Fuck them other hoes
Oh shit we gone [?]
I made myself a king
I never went for anything
They see us shooting stars when I walk around with that pistol
I know that they want to kill me they want to take my possession

I got so much pressure I got to get off my chest
I been in my feelings, I’m feeling like I’m the realest, yeah
Fuck a [?] you can keep em
I want so much extra forgot about having sex

I been in my feelings, I’m feeling like I’m the realest, yeah
You know I made myself a boss
Yeah, I made myself a boss
Cuz I really know how to hustle nigga
It took a while to get on top
Never going down, always was going up
Everything I dream, I did that
Everytime that they see me they see that they really fucked up
You know I made myself a boss, yeah

Fuck them other people
I know that they want to kill me they want to take my possession
But you want some bands from me?
Drop the top with the gang gang
We hit the club and stand on the sofa
What you throwing up?

[Verse 1]

Private jets, [?], and Lamborghinis
Fuck them other thoughts
Who took the stand for me?
But we ain’t doing no trip around here
Some Corvettes
You know I made myself a boss, yeah
I spent that shit on the airplane
A hundred thousand ain’t shit to me
You know I made myself a boss, yeah
We don’t want to see you
I made myself a boss, yeah
Fuck them other niggas
Hit the club i’m the man

Ma$e – The Oracle (Cam’ron Diss)

All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom’s to side with your lies
Me amorin, drive the foreign, kick the door in
I ain’t gone talk about the time you fucked your sister
In 2002 you lost 50 pounds, ulcers in your liver
My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church
Tax know you as the nigga that snitched on the Roc
Lady treat me like him important
I’m done rapping with you
But no regrets
I’m pretty nigga, wrist litty, sun wear
You had a run here but y’all niggas is done here
You way past the gun line
Matter fact I’m on a true life change
I’m the name on the ribbon on the bird
Diplomat only mean that you ain’t from here
And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line
Heard that often
You sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in the V
[Verse 1]
Had to rap again, y’all was boring ’em
We all understand though
Every since 10 you was a thirsty nigga
You robbed Juelz on some Diddy shit
OG niggas don’t have no history with you on the block
Don’t blame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash
Sent my nigga Huddy on a dummy mission and he crashed
But let’s get back to that smack and that Tru Life chain
Much dirt as I got on you, don’t even need no research
Where was all that Rico shit when you left Jim in Rucker Park?
The whole hood know I’m the origin
Dame told you do this shit and you don’t see Dame karma
You not ready to kill for this shit
Ain’t no unity
I made you, I raised you, why would I play you?
Bitches fuck me but that’s what dimes do
I’m starting to feel like we don’t really compare
Damn the whole fuckin’ land know
You had the nigga Jim on the radio, where did Cam go?
Damn, Cam, I thought more of you
I never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do
Now you can tell Dave East, A$AP Mob, whatever you want
Damn bro
I’m your prime times 2 You gone out rhyme who?
I know it’s crickets so fuck it use my name so they can click it
I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston
Now I’m like fuck it Drago “if he dies he dies”
K9 on your ass, nigga no distraction
I’m really not surprised
You really not that wise
You even had the nerve to call up Sham
I’m the fuckin cough in the slime flu
D.C. crips only know you the nigga they shot
Bitches used to say I’m blessed and I didn’t even sneeze first
Nigga are U-N, you dipped on the set
Somebody wanna jump in tell ’em come share
I chew that nigga til’ my teeth hurt don’t even hit the weed first
You gotta lift up a TEC to get Murder respect
I don’t even think of scoring
And now you tryna sell niggas liquor, NIGGA
Every time you talk of me you sound like one time
You’ll always be my bitch you got my fucking name tatted on you
And thats word to my nigga Big L
I know Sony Red didn’t wanna your shit distribute
Any nigga ever got Diplomat Immunity
And everybody seen the footage I got
To my nigga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel
Hope you hold ya head, I hope y’all niggas doing well
Gilet I know you need money I get it
Ain’t no you and me
Fuck bars I’m tell nigga what really happened
You really not that guy
You always play the sucker part
After that 50 shit you moved to Orlando
I fuck the King of rap bitch when I was unsign
I know your digital sales I know about your digits
You hear this tone, you know the mac is in my seat
When you dealing with this power, nigga Flex can’t save you
But when I think about it, that’s really all you do
This Ma$e nigga, I invented the curve
You singing nigga, ain’t gonna be no back up bitch with me
You really not that fly
I’ma paint the picture, let the niggas make the caption
All these pretty women and y’all niggas bringin’ guns here
Imagine 20 years with a bitter bitch and the same drama
Pussy nigga wearin’ pink I guess he think he matchin’
On some Kyrie shit, y’all just talking
To nigga Loon on all my niggas in the cell
And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam
Ain’t no Children of the Corn
You not really built for this shit
Was niggas who ratted or ones who snitched on their community
You see exactly what I see you know my rap is not for free
And when Jim start ballin’ you get back on sissy shit

Drake – The Language

Famous and gangstas
Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
High life, stay fly it’s jet time
This has been years in the making, it’s all for the city
Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
I don’t know who you’re referring to, who is this nigga you heard about?
I just want some head in a comfortable bed, it could all be so simple
Hate when they get too attached to me
I am the kid with the motor mouth

I’m about to roll one and light it and fuck it man, no one’s invited
Been workin’ so hard on the album I missed the whole summer
I can’t even listen, you whylin’, I’d much rather sit here in silence
Niggas downplaying the money but that’s what you do when the money down
I just might bring in some girls from Miami
I’m always big timing, bitch, I came up right under Stunna, you know it
I will never understand that but oh well
People are funny you don’t even know about the shit that I been through
You know I come right every summer, Cash Money Records forever
Get what I can out the country and then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
I am the one that you should worry about
I got to get on the bus and get back on the road
Bank account statements just look like I’m ready for early retirement
You understand me?
Fuck going platinum, I looked at my wrist and it’s already platinum
I might just bring in some girls from Miami to heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna you know it

Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga

Stunt nigga,
Stunt nigga, swag on head to feet nigga
I don’t know why they been lying but yo shit is not that inspiring
Big time, sunshine, tote nines
Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour and you gotta fly in first class
Talking that shit with your back to me, just know it always get back to me
Come get your girl, she been here for three days and she way too attached to me
Bust mines, flatline, hard grind
Fuck any nigga that’s talkin’ that shit just to get a reaction
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
I got to kill off the weak shit that’s got all you niggas excited
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
I don’t waste time putting money down
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
To heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna, you know it
Okay, now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language

She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Okay, now you’re talking my language now you’re talking my language
I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash
Someone just talking that bullshit, someone just gave you the run-around
Can’t even drive with the top off
Showtime, headlines
I send all my money to banks in the islands and eat with Italians, I do

Drake – Pound Cake (feat. Jay-Z)

Cash rules everything around me
Fuck all that happy to be here shit that y’all warned me on
Fresh out of advil, Jesus grab the wheel
Dolla dolla bill y’all
El Gran Santo on the mantle
[Intro: Christian Rich and Utters]
Everywhere we go we leave a worldwide mess

After hours of ill Mulino
Yellow diamonds in my Jesus
A pair of Jordan 3’s tryna chase this cash
The all black Maybach but I’m not a racist
Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin’ dog
Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now
Make everybody have to go through security clearance
C.R.E.A.M. get the money

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Like I should feel, I don’t know, guilty for saying that
Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic
get the money C.R.E.A.M.
She supported since hot beats right before Wayne came and got me out of the back room where I was rapping with jaz over beats that I shouldnt have in the hopes for the glory
Like I didn’t study the game to the letter
Like I didn’t make that clearer this year
500 million, I got a pound cake

International Hov, that’s my handle
Inside’s whiter than Katy Perry’s face is
Lyor made millions, Cam made millions
He walked right past in the hallway three months later I’m his artist he prolly wouldn’t remember that story
I text her from time to time she a mom now
Dolla dolla bill y’all
Like I should be dressin’ different
I swear this got Michael Rapino boostin’ my ego
Holdin’ all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now
Cake, cake cake cake cake
Niggas is frontin’, that’s upside-down cake
‘Case y’all didn’t know, I speak Spanish too
Cake, cake cake cake cake cake
I guess sometimes life forces us to calm down
& I just spent 4 Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti & did that shit cuz it’s sum to do
Says a lot about you if you not feelin’ us
Yes, still Roc La Familia
Uh, last night was mad trill
And understand that I’m not doin’ it the same, man, I’m doin’ it better
I’m back in my bag
Gucci air bag just in case we crash
I’ve done made more millionaires than the lotto did
When I’m ’bout to drop somethin’ crazy and I say I’m the greatest of my generation

Like I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas
Debates growin’ ’bout who they think is the best now
Shoutout to Worldwide Wes
The homie said "Hov, it ain’t many of us"
Now here’s the icing on the cake
The contract like ’91 Dan Marino
They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myslef
[Verse 1: Drake]
Look at my neck, I got a carrot cake
Fuck it, I don’t even tint it, they should know who’s in it
My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants
I hear you talkin’, say it twice so I know you meant it
But I thought Fuck It its worth it to share it with someone else more than Paris for once
My saint’s Sean Don, light a candle
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
My high school reunion might be worth an appearance
Japanese for the yen that I’m handlin’
[Verse 4: Drake]
[Hook]
You know it’s real when you are who you think you are
But that shit stick with me always couldn’t believe when he called me you never know it could happen to you
[Hook]
And not talk my shit and do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us
Cash rules everything around me
With the ink, I could murder word to my nigga Irv
Beans tell you if he wasn’t in his feelings
My eyes bloodshot but my jet don’t lag
I just might learn to speak Mandarin
Because we had a ball. "Good God Almighty. Like back in the old days. Only real music is gonna last, all the other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow…." So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you. You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know whether it’s disco and rock but we just went in the studio and we did it. We had champagne in the studio, of course, you know, compliments of the company, and we just laid back and did it.
I’m the big homie, they still be tryna lil bro me dog
Overly focused, it’s far from the time to rest now
Or work with their parents, but thinkin’ back on how they treated me
Like I should be on my best behavior
get the money C.R.E.A.M.
Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn
I’m authentic, real name, no gimmicks
Ye made millions, Just made millions
Dame made millions, Bigg made millions
They shoulda’ never let you ’round cake
I had Benzes ‘fore you had braces
Get ’em a red nose, they clown cakes
I told her that she could live with me if she need to I got a compound but I think she straight
I told him less is more, nigga it’s plenty of us
Dolla dolla bill y’all
I’m just gettin’ started, oh yeah we got it bitch

No game, no scrimmage, I ain’t playin’ with you niggas at all
I guess that’s just who I became dog nothing was the same dog

Cash rules everything around me
[Hook]

These are usually just thoughts that I share with myself
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin’ about women and vino