Author: Azlyrics


ASAP Ferg – Family




[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, uh
Uh

[Verse 1]
I said, "My mama"
My mama always taught me
In and out with a shawty, she beat me for actin’ naughty
And my daddy, my daddy, he a savage
Fuckin’ bitches, the baddest and buyin’ whips to crash
And my uncles, my uncle, one name is Pschyo
T-Nice cooked the white slow, thank God he ain’t do life though
And my grandmas, my grandma, one hit the hammer
One dressed like Hammer and was an African dancer

[Chorus]
Family tree
Yeah, family tree
Bring it back
Yeah, family

[Verse 2]
I hate it when my mama curse me out in the public
My daddy had the silver mink matchin’ the Benz
T-Nice introduced me to some killers for friends
And Pschyo was a Pschyo with a deuce in his Timbs
My grandma had the arthritis, holdin’ the hammer (Yeah)
She kept it in the mattress, kept my unc’ out the slammer
The other had a caesar with some pants like Hammer
She kick her legs up, she a African dancer

[Chorus]
Family tree
Yeah, family tree
Yeah, family

[Verse 3]
Life’s a tightrope, the fam give me balance
With me as I climb the mountains are the rich and the famous
Grandma, holy moly, she dancin’, I see Marcus Garvey on the wall and say "damn it
Who you starin’ at?" My grandma say, "Lord of the planet"
You can tell she is a fan of the Black Panthers
T-Nice ran with a posse, only do damage (Right)
That’s what I’m sayin’, drug game like a cancer
He was wearin’ pandas, minks coats, now he in the slammer (Yeah)
And I can’t stand her like "Dirty Diana" (Right)
Life’s a bitch, you’s my grandma, grandma
My fathers cross cost an arm and a hammer (Right)
People think they broad is all from Atlanta (Yeah)
Was never home and showed up to be Santa (Ah)
I used to hang out with gang bangers like Santana that wear bandanas
And red clothes with pit bulls, the red nose
[?]
Keep the "Smith &" if you slippin’, you got rich, just let me get it

[Outro]
Family
Oh, my family
Yeah, uh
Oh, my family
Yeah
Oh, my family
I do it
Oh, my family
Do it
Oh, my family
I do it
Do it
Do it



Phillip Phillips – Into The Wild




Drown me in slow motion
Steal the breath I’m holding
You could take it with your smile
Chase me in the darkness
Kiss me like you’re heartless
Then run away and hide

Cause I’ll follow you
Into the wild

Roll me like the thunder
Let me feel your hunger
For me tonight
When your heart is broken
I’ll suck out all the poison
When the viper bites

And I’ll follow you
Into the wild
Into the wild
And I’ll follow you
Into the wild
Into the wild

I won’t change you
I won’t tame you
I won’t change you
I won’t tame you, no

I can be your landslide
And you can be my fault line
Let’s jump and shake the earth

‘Cause I’ll follow you
Into the wild
Into the wild
And I’ll follow you
Into the wild
Into the wild
Into the wild (change you)
Into the wild (tame you)
Into the wild (change you)
(Tame you)
(Change you)
Into the wild (tame you)

Jonas Brothers – When You Look Me In The Eyes


Oh, yeah, oh, yeah

If the heart is always searching
Can you ever find a home?
I’ve been looking for that someone
I never make it on my own

Dreams can’t take
The place of loving you
There’s gotta be a million reasons
Why it’s true

When you look me in the eyes
And tell me that you love me
Everything’s alright
When you’re right here by my side

When you look me in the eyes
I catch a glimpse of heaven
I find my paradise
When you look me in the eyes

How long will I be waiting
To be with you again?
I’m gonna tell you that I love you
In the best way that I can

I can’t take a day without you here
You’re the light that make my darkness disappear

When you look me in the eyes
And tell me that you love me

Everything’s alright
When you’re right here by my side

When you look me in the eyes
I catch a glimpse of heaven
I find my paradise
When you look me in the eyes

Movin’ on, I start to realize
I can reach my tomorrow
I can hold my head up high
And it’s all because you’re by my side

When you look me in the eyes
And tell me that you love me
Everything’s alright
When you’re right here by my side

When I hold you in my arms
I know that it’s forever
I just got to let you know
I never wanna let you go

‘Cause when you look me in the eyes
And tell me that you love me
Everything’s alright
When you’re right here by my side

When you look me in the eyes
I catch a glimpse of heaven
Oh, I find my paradise
When you look me in the eyes, oh, yeah, ah

Cousin Stizz – Lambo


[Chorus]
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo

[Verse 1]
Bro had his arm in the pan
Way before I had a fan doe
I’m drinkin’ straight dout the handle
Remy might make me go Rambo
Heard you spit then changed the channel
I put 10k on a mantle
Why these boys sound like samples
Stealing my swag by the handful
You know that we mobbin we keep the car running
That’s just how we move like sopranos
Gotta blend in like a camo
I got the Feds in a scramble
Anything possible you gotta get it and I had to make the example
The block got me covered like flannel
I keep it lit like a candle

[Chorus]
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo

[Verse 2]
She gave me top so sincere
Pulled up and brought her friends here
I brought the whole hood in here
Just had to make that real clear
I want the diamonds this clear
I wanna shine like Ric fFair
I need a million this year
Duck in a Lambo, switch gears
Shawty come ride with a winner she taking it off ’cause I take her there
You a beginner, don’t take it there
You and me know they ain’t playin’ fair
We bust the work down and into shares
You know my circle ain’t into squares

[Chorus]
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo

Beck – Fix Me


[Verse 1]
You might fix me
You might crush me
Take a little piece of me
Start a new history
And trace it back to me
Someday you might see

[Pre-Chorus]
I want you
I want you
I want you
Oh, I want you

[Chorus]
I don’t mind
If the sea washes over the city tonight
Tonight

[Verse 2]
The ground is hollow, dark skies follow
And you don’t know where you’ve gone
Branches on the trees have arms
The moon is a false alarm
Nothing’s gonna do you harm
Except yourself

[Pre-Chorus]
I want you
I want you
I want you
Yeah, I want you

[Chorus]
I don’t mind
If the sea washes over the city tonight
Tonight

[Outro]
I’m set free
I’m set free

Young Scooter – Jugg King


Hey Tawn, turn that beat down
YoLil Daddy in this bitch here
Ya dig
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I’m a real nigga
Lick hitter, bitch getter
Quick flipper
Pot whipper, dope dealer
Fly nigga
If I pop I’ma ride nigga
Goyard, a hundred racks inside nigga
You a fuck nigga
I could get you touched nigga
I be in your hood
So I know what’s up with you
You a worker nigga
Hang around plugs nigga, you the dope man
You ain’t got no drugs nigga
I’m a boss nigga, I’m bossed out like Rick Ross nigga
Five-fifty bands, you know what that cost nigga
My shit paid for
You paid a note, you ridin’ a rental, I got Freebandz
You know Future that’s my nigga, Scooter!
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Real dope boy
Nigga you a ho boy, you move a brick a month
That means your trap too slow boy, every day I stunt
I put on a show boy, you ain’t got no money
Nigga you a broke boy
I do what I want, I got real cash
They call me the Jugg King ’cause I got real swag
I ain’t talking clothes
Bitch I got them bags
You know this a pound house and we don’t sell halves
I’m a boss nigga
Yeah I took a loss nigga
If you in the streets
Watch out for the cross nigga
I don’t trust niggas
‘Cause I can’t take no loss nigga, I got Freebandz
Yeah Casino that’s my nigga, Scooter!
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Hey Tawn, turn that beat down?


Tory Lanez, Major Lazer & Cashmere Cat – Miss You (Lyric Video)


[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Took time to get you
Took time to let you know
Tried to forget you
You’re unforgettable

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
I think about you more than 24 times
Just trying not to think about you
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I hit it like that?
Like this, like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Can I kiss it like that?
Like this, like that?
Remember that
Heaven, it feels like that
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Can I hit it like that?
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
For you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you
I’ve been waiting on and on and-

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Took time to find you
You left to go away
Must I remind you, feelings don’t go astray, no

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
I think about you more than 24 times
Just trying not to think about you
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I hit it like that?
Like this, like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Can I kiss it like that?
Like this, like that?
Remember that
Heaven, it feels like that
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Can I hit it like that?
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
For you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you
I’ve been waiting

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
Oh yes, it’s true, true, true, true
I can be different for you, you, you, you
Show me the things I gotta do, do, do, do
I will be different for you, you, you, you
You, woah


Morgan Heritage’s Golden CBD Water Hosting Pre-GRAMMY Party


In yet another unprecedented and historical move, 2016 GRAMMY award winning and 2018 GRAMMY nominated Morgan Heritage’s companies Golden CBD Water will host a pre-GRAMMY event.

The high profile GRAMMY festivities such as Clive Davis’ annual party have become a staple of the music filled events ahead of the coveted ceremony, but the first ever in NY honoring the Reggae nominees. Notables from all facets of the Caribbean diaspora will intertwine, mix and mingle with mainstream media, sports figures, politicians and business figures to not only celebrate Morgan Heritage’s achievements, but to honor all nominees and reggae as a whole.

“The Reggae genre and Caribbean music on a whole is one of the most influential musics on the planet,” the company said in a statement. “We’re grateful for the Recording Academy for including our genre every year since the mid 80’s in the Annual GRAMMY Awards. We believe it’s our duty to bring our community together as a whole during GRAMMY week and honor the nominees for their achievements and amazing contribution to the genre for that year. Just like all the other genres that are included in the GRAMMY Awards Ceremony. We hope that this will be the first of many Golden Grammy Parties for years to come. Congrats again to all the nominees that are up for the Best Reggae Album of The Year. Best of luck to you all.”

The Golden GRAMMY Party will be hosted by media personality Dahved Levy from WBLS and famed comedian Majah Hype, the pre-GRAMMY party will feature special performances by Jemere Morgan and K’Coneil, with music provided by DJ Norie of Power 105, Massive B, DJ Roy and UK’s DJ Splackavelli. With an anticipated red carpet which will boasts a gamut of stars, the pre-GRAMMY party will take place on January 26th at Suite 36 located at 16 W36th st, New York. Admission $150 Pre-Sale, $250 at door with a number of limited tables are available at www.fanlink.to/goldengrammyparty

GRAMMY award-winning Morgan Heritage will kick off their Avrakedabra European tour February 1stin Stockholm, the capital of Sweden. The European Winter Tour, will see the band perform in several cities throughout Denmark, Norway, Netherlands, Belgium, France, Spain, Portugal, Italy, Switzerland and Germany.

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Usher and Don Corleone Team Up On New Single “Pressure”


Usher taps dancehall power producer Don Corleone for his new single “Pressure.”

The link-up between the R&B singer and the producer was put together by producer Rico Love, according to Don Corleone. The two met for the first time at the famous AfterMaster Recording & Mastering Studios in Hollywood, CA. “I got a call from Rico Love (an American producer) one night asking me if I could come to a studio in Hollywood, California and be prepared to work,” Corleone said.

“I went to the studio and to my surprise, Usher was in the studio. So, Rico said let me play something for you and he played me this demo that he did,” the producer added. “It has only a few keys on it, so he then asked if I could make it fire with that dancehall sound. I made it on spot and it took me like five minutes to complete it.”

Don added that Usher loved what he heard and Rico Love then suggested that they include a female dancehall artist on the track. Corleone said he made it happen but can’t disclose the name of the female artist who will be on the track, but there are already some rumors that it’s dancehall newcomer Shenseea. “We recorded her the next day at Hitmaker Studio in Kingston… When Usher and Rico heard it, they both loved it,” he revealed.

Don Corleone is the first Jamaican based producer to produce a song for Usher which makes it a big achievement. Dancehall music has been reshaping the sound of mainstream pop and hip hop over the past two years and more established artists are now looking to Jamaica to get the authenticity of that sound. Justin Bieber, who was discovered by Usher, dabbled in dancehall for his last album, and we’ve seen artists like Drake, Rihanna, Tory Lanez, and Chris Brown all release dancehall influenced singles.

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Dave East and Nas Drop Cinematic Video “The Hated”


Dave East and Nas serve up a short film-like video for their collaborative effort “The Hated.”

The 10-minute cut was directed Kid Art which tells a true story of a crime drama type film based in New York City. The clip introduced the Anthony and Corey characters, played by Cominaharr and Mike Troll respectively, that Dave East raps about on the track. The video starts out with East and his homie being captured by heavily armed police offices before transitioning to the life portrayed by Anthony and Corey.

“One conversation between homies, better yet brothers, That used to spend the night with each other, They moms was best friends, One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live, Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size, He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die,” Dave East raps.

Nas did not appear in the video but he sends shout-out to his brother Dave East who dropped his Paranoia: A True Story, P2 mixtape on Tuesday. The project has some recognized names on the tracklist including Marsha Ambrosius, Lloyd Banks, T.I., and Tory Lanez.

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Kanye West Is All Smiles After Welcoming Baby Girl


Kanye West was all smiled when paparazzi caught up with him in Calabasas on Wednesday.

Ye and his wife Kim Kardashian welcomed their baby girl on Monday via a surrogate because the reality star has a condition name placenta accreta which caused her some life-threatening complications when she was pregnant with her son Saint West. Kanye revealed that they have yet to find a name for their new bundle of joy and fans are already coughing up a few names.

“Can’t think of a name you know what am saying,” he responded to the paps questions while they suggested Donda which is the name of his late mother. Kanye West and Kim Kardashian already have two kids, a four-year-old name North West, and a two-year-old name Saint West. Sources say they were both in the delivery room when their surrogate mother gave birth to their daughter.

Kanye West has been working on his new album for the last year and his fans are hoping to see the project sometime this year. Aside from hitting up the studio to lay down some new tracks, he has been busy expanding his Yeezy fashion brand. In fact, he is wearing one of his new Yeezy sneakers in the photo below.

Kanye West all smiles after welcoming baby girl. pic.twitter.com/Pbn3IxzgS9

— DancehallHipHop (@DHHofficial) January 18, 2018

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Drake Started Following His Baby Mama On Instagram and Fans Are Freaking Out


Drake started following his baby mama on Instagram and his fans are freaking out.

For months now an adult film star name Sophie Brussaux has been rumored to be pregnant for Drake. He has been silent on the reports while she has been posting baby bump photos on IG. Here is the tea, she recently gave birth and everyone have been holding their breath waiting to find out if he is really the father. Since giving birth, she made her Instagram private perhaps because she doesn’t want her baby photos go public.

Drake suddenly started following her (@SophieKnowsBetter) and some fans think that its a confirmation that he is the father of her baby. “So 6 God started following his baby mama on lol and then he wants to have us convinced that he is not the father, c’mon bro you have no street cred to lose if you just admit it,” one fan commented while a female fan added, “OMG Drake just followed that haux they say he knocked up am dying please tell me this is not real.”

Drake previously dated Rihanna and Maliah Michel. Last year he was linked to Jennifer Lopez and since the beginning of the year, he has been rumored to rekindle his relationship with actress Zoe Kravitz.

Your favorite RAPPER #Drake son was born recently by his Ex-PORNHUB baby mother #sophiebrussaux and he flew her out just to get a paternity test in person ?? Shortly after he turned that follow button from blue to GREEN ? #Ithoughthelijedhisgirlsbbw #theresultsarein #youarethefather #congratsdrake #pornhub #model #shadefreezone

A post shared by The Shade Free Zone (@theshadefreezone) on Jan 12, 2018 at 12:17pm PST

#drake alleged baby mama ready to pop

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Vybz Kartel Calls YVA Snub “Another Attempt To Silence My Music”


Vybz Kartel thinks that the recent snub from the YVA awards is further proof that the system is trying to silence his music.

The “Mhm Hm” deejay did not receive a single nomination at this year’s Your View Awards, former Youth View, because of some rules changes. The YVA says they will not nominate any artist who can’t perform at the event which automatically disqualifies Kartel because of his incarceration. A rep for the deejay told Dancehall HipHop that he is not angry but still sees it as another attempt to silence his voice.

“It’s not our show so we can’t vex if they don’t nominate us (Vybz Kartel), but this is more clear evidence of a plot to silence Worl’Boss and stifle his music,” his rep said. “Thankfully we are living in an age where the fans can go online and get the music directly from artists so we don’t have to go through radio stations or major labels. The fans know that Kartel is the biggest and baddest artist in the history of dancehall. Him in a league by himself and no other artist even come close to his level. So what is dancehall award show without Vybz Kartel?”

Kartel’s biggest rival, Alkaline, leads the list of nominees this year with seven nods. This further fuel the beef between the two deejays with Kartel’s rep accusing the YVA of being bought out by the Vendetta deejay. “You can’t have an award show where artists can buy them way into and how can that be better than artist paying disc jockeys to play their music,” his rep told us.

Last year the YVA was dominated by Vybz Kartel despite him getting fewer nominations than his counterpart Alkaline. Vendetta fans were highly critical of the award show calling it a Gaza show. So perhaps this is the YVA’s attempt to appease those fans.

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The Game Mourning The Death Of His Father George Taylor


The Game is mourning the death of his father George Taylor who passed away on Wednesday at the age of 65.

Details surrounding the elder Taylor’s death is still sketchy but TMZ reported that a family member discovered his unresponsive body at his home in Apple Valley, California. A neighbor reported called 911 around 8 AM Wednesday morning. The Fire Department responded and he was rushed to a local hospital where he was pronounced dead. Cops are investigating the death but there were no signs of foul play.

The Game rarely talks about his father and only a few days ago he mentioned his mother while showing off his new Lamborghini. “Told my mama I got a new car & she asked what kind,” he wrote. “I said, a Lamborghini… she said, now why on earth do you need another Lamborghini… I said, it’s a different model… she said, guess you like your cars like your thanksgiving dates… ‘different models.’”

Game rap about his father on his single “Bloody Moon” and has over the year had an on and off relationship with him. He hasn’t shared his reaction to his father’s death on social media.

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Future Gets Exposed By Woman After Sliding In Her DM


Future gets exposed by a female who claimed that he has been slipping in her DM.

From time to time celebrity rappers and ball players get exposed by the ladies that they send direct messages to on social media. One thot decided to put Future business out there when she posted a video of herself showing her followers that the Freebandz rapper slipped in her DM and even show some messages that she claimed that he sent to her.

While she didn’t reveal what Future specifically stated, you can see her in the video below showing her phone to her friend who was videoing the entire conversation before posting it online. This will sure remind these rappers to think twice when they decide to slide in a random thot DM. Future hasn’t been active on Instagram for months after deleting his entire catalog of photos. But he has surely been very active in the DMs.

In related Feebandz news, Future and Zaytoven new mixtape Beast Mode 2 could arrive as early as this week. The producer drops a few hints about the second installment in the mixtape series when he posted a pic of the two of them on IG this week and left a trail of comments on his timeline hinting BM2 is on the way.

?Interesting… #Future was supposedly in her DMs ? #TeaTENDERS

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New Music: Vershon – Wul’ Di Grung


Vershon have something for bad mind people who sits on his name, “Wul’ Di Grung.”

The dancehall singjay links up with Simple Youths Productions for his new anti hating single. “Them say yo hype when time yo buy yo things, nasty n**** them want fi yo dead when time yo win, ghetto youths just hold the fort and spread yo wings, and no listen dirty n**** wicked people come a tell yo things,” Vershon sings.

Last week Vershon released a new single, “One More Day,” where he lead a tribute to incarcerated artists like Buju Banton, Vybz Kartel, and Ninjaman. The track received a warm reception from dancehall fans for its positive message and the singjay look to go back to his roots of making positive and uplifting music. The single comes on the heels of his new music video “No Worries” which is another feel good single released on the Cotton Swab Riddim. Listen to Vershon new single “Wul’ Di Grung” below.

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Cardi B Explains Why She Always Posts Videos About Her Achievements


Cardi B says she will not stop making videos about he achievements so get used to it.

The former Love and Hip Hop New York rapper just had perhaps the best year of her life and not only did she worked her way into the elite of music, but she also had to prove that she is not a one-hit wonder. She often posts videos of herself blasting her critics while reminding her fans where she is coming from and what she has achieved for herself.

One fan seems to have enough of her bickering about her achievements and decided to tell her to get over it and, well you don’t have to guess how that ended. “Damn Cardi B needs to shut up we get it congrats on your singles,” the fan wrote. “You’ve made 50 videos telling us where your sh*t is on the Billboard top 100. Why do you need to tell us this sh*t just be happy for yourself.

Cardi B responded with a fiery clap back saying, “Everyday I get discredit. For months people was calling me a one hit wonder and that sh*t used to hurt my heart. So I’m going to always post about my achievements. I’m thanking the people for supporting and the lord in this video. How is that bragging?”

Cardi B is currently having an impressive run on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. Just last week she equaled Beyonce record as only the second female artist in history to have four songs in the top ten of the Hot R&B/Hip Hop Songs Chart. The week prior, she also created Billboard history when she became the second female rapper to have three songs in the Top 10 of the Hot 100 chart. Hill did it in the late 1990s and no other female MC since then until Cardi B. So can you blame her for posting those videos.

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Rejjie Snow – Egyptian Luvr (feat. Amine & Kaytranada)


[Intro: Rejjie Snow]
Love
Love

[Refrain: Dana Williams]
Just let go of sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause tonight might be your last
So stay up till sunrise
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Leave it in the past

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow]
Breakdance and boogie, my love
This is 1971
I crave that brain and that flesh
Cups of tea and gums that bleed red
Say you wrap the plastic in white
Say you single all of my life
Blackest skin, disfigure my crimes
Credit cards and losing my mind
Piece-by-piece, they stitched me
Ain’t no love, I’m still banging out Whitney
I can’t cry for those who ain’t with me
I can’t pray so Lord, please forgive me (so)
Pink like pussy, extra pushy
Hands up off me, she’s so lovely
Fame and fortune, all those habits
Pink and white, them panties matching

[Bridge: Dana Williams, Aminé & Rejjie Snow]
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Ring, ring, I’m tryna get my old thing back
But baby always wanna bring up shit from the past (yeah)
Whoa-oh, our options are limitless
Putting in effort for the effort, it’s too effortless
Whoa, fuck checks, see the necklace
Gold hit her lips every time that I’m hitting it
Huh, I told her "baby, I’m sorry
But if you think we got problems then baby, watch Maury"
Yeah, that’s why you gotta smell the roses
We parted ways like she’s cheated with Moses
That’s fucked up but a lot of things are
In Hollywood but I never see stars
Do anything for ya, that’s love
Go anywhere for ya, that’s love
Might even kill for ya, that’s love
And if you’re still tripping, that’s drugs

[Refrain: Dana Williams, Rejjie Snow & Aminé]
Just let go of sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause tonight might be your last
So stay up till sunrise (sunrise)
Wipe the tears from your eyes (your eyes)
Leave it in the past

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 3: Rejjie Snow]
Extra white, she’s so extra white
My appetite, I lost appetite
It’s paradise, we in paradise
So extra bright, it’s so extra bright, so
I break the beat and I scratch it
She be like cancer, she be like dancing
Straight to my mattress, I was on smashing
I was on abra, she was cadabring
No free smoke when your bae is gone
Why love when it’s free and it does no harm?
New phone, who’s this? And my life’s on charge
Two shows, pay rent, get a girl, get a job
Belly of the beast, when I walk in the streets
All I see is fake love, insecurity
Two months, seven days, oh, when you first came
Walked in, Off-White, all pink, okay

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

Hippo Campus – Buttercup


I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
No holds barred in the ring so you’ll fight me
Give ’em hell, give ’em teeth like you taught me
Tireless mess, seeking thrills getting bitey
When I’m in doubt
Pudgy face kissing lace in the backseat
Wrinkled toss of the coin that I can’t see
Don’t forget I have you to be like me
Where around is enough for a family
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
Growing pains splaying rain on the high sea
Scale a tree, snap a branch so you can’t leave
On the ground, lost and found, understand me
Putting words in my mouth, trying to get free
Solid punch kind of eyes make ‘em wobbly
Gothic vine growing fire in the lobby
Lighten up, buttercup, get a hobby
Yeah, swing, sucker, swing, finish sobbing
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (On The Late Show) (Live)


[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system


YFN Lucci – Boss Life (feat. Offset)


[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I gotta move a clip, in this lil’ uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana
Whole lot of drums and bananas
I don’t fuck with no rappers
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Reachin’ for my chains see I know blood they gon’ wack ’em yeah
New spot like the Falcons
New drop this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston
1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah (offset)
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset)
My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pint and how you can (hun)
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
I’m drippin’, baby, excuse me (drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Pinky ring crystal clear, 40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)
60k solitaire (60 ball)
I cannot vibe with queers (hun hun)
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Bustin’ them down by the pair ( bust down)
Patek Philipe, it’s rare (hey)
I’m smashin’, pullin’ her hair (smash)
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
It’s a ghost but do not be scared (hun hun)
It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
Sippin’ on codeine, floatin’ with no gravity yeah

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah


Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Short Film)


We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king


Juicy J – No Mo


[Intro]
It’s the weekend. So man, fuck your problems, man, I don’t give a fuck about your motherfuckin’ problems, brah. You know what I’m sayin’? You need to stop chasin’ these hoes, my nigga. You know what I’m sayin’? Bitch is takin’ all your motherfuckin’ check, nigga, you know what I’m sayin’? Like nigga you broke than a motherfucka ‘cause you spend it all on these dirty ass hoes. Find you a real woman, my nigga. Yeah

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor

[Verse 1]
Mister Officer, Mister Officer
Please take the hand cuffs off of her
Why you stalkin’ her? Why you stalkin’ her?
Hackin’ phones tryin’ to find out who she talkin’ to
You was callin’ her, you was callin’ her
Last night she ain’t answer, I was all in her all in her
We was all in her, we was all in her
Made her bust that pussy careful, all my dawgs in here
It was me, Juicy J, and all my wolves from ‘round the way
I spend 20, I spend 30, I blow 50 in a day
That ain’t nothin’ to a boss, I spend 300 on a Wraith
I can’t save no mo’ hoes, ain’t no room in my safe (nooo)

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor

[Verse 2]
All these niggas cuffin’ and these bitch really nothin’
I can’t fall in love, hey bitch, that shit ain’t up for discussion
Treat you like a freak because I know your ass be bussin’
He toss a couple dollars, you gonna let that nigga touch it
You used to niggas trickin’ but tonight we fuckin’
I can’t take you home to momma, I can’t take you out in public
I don’ spent so much on you I gotta put you in my budget
Shake that ass, make that money, who am I to judge it?
These hoes belong to everybody, everybody
Kill that bitch, that’s a dead body, dead body
These hoes, they be backstage, sellin’ pussy
These hoes be on Backpage, sellin’ pussy

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
Hey


Lil Pump – Can’t Tell Me Nothing Lyrics


[Intro]
Woop, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
You can’t tell me shit, I got designer on me (brr)
Ooh, Big Head on the beat (ayy, ayy)
Trapper of the century

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)

[Verse]
Designer on my drip, fuck a nigga bitch (bitch)
Fuckin’ in that VIP (what?), eighty on my wrist
Pull up to the trap, [?] for a brick
Pull up on a groupie and I had to hit a lick
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in Giuseppe
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in the Bentley
You can’t tell me shit because I’m the trapper of the century (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit because I’m countin’ up the fetty

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You can’t tell me shit, bitch
Designer on my drip
You can’t tell me shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy


Eminem – Kill My Pain (Mixup) Lyrics


[Eminem]
Back’s to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I’m talking a lot of
Shit but I’m backing it all up
But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollers
After the track is demolished, I am your lack of a conscience
I’m the ringing in your ears
I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eatin’ your vocal chords after your concerts
I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged
Grab for some water
But I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow
I’m the bullies you hate that you became
With every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you, every woman you insult
Batter, but the double-standards you have
When it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper’s persona
Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic
Of you not knowing what you had ’til it’s gone
‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam
No more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them

[Evanescene] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[Notorious B.I.G]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin’ screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin’ blew up
Choppin’ rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin’
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Runnin’ from the police, picture that
Nigga, I’m too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That’s why I bust back, it don’t phase me
When he drop, take his Glock and I’m Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make
(I repeat)
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[2Pac]
But still I’m havin’ memories of high speed when the cops crashed
As I laugh, pushin’ the gas while my Glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies, now the whole world’s tryna screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
But stay true, sippin’ 22’s of brew
And now media is tryna test me
Got the press askin’ questions, tryna stress me
Misery is all I see, that’s my mind state
My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped
He screamed “Thug Life!” and emptied the clip
Got tired of runnin’ from the police

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[Eminem]
There they go, packin’ stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, macadamian they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like Bozos
He’s wondering if he should spit this slow
Fuck no! Go for broke
His cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain’t had a real buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed
Theyve been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as before
Bashing in the brains of these hoes
And establishing a name as he goes
The passion and the flame is ignited
You can’t put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck that I’m talking about when we riot
You dealin with a few true villains
Whose stand inside of the booth truth spillin
And spit true feelings, until our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths
Now rewind it!
Payback muthafucka for the way that you doubted me hows it taste?
When I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
Im Hannibal Lecter so just in case youre thinking of saving face
You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this place
So Drake

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal


Bhad Bhabie – Hi Bich (Remix) Lyrics


[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Lil’ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil’ niggas broke
All that flexin’, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I’ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep droppin’
I’ll fuck a nigga’s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil’ nigga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so bitch
Yeah we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
Since you flexin’ like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like it’s Baghdad

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch)
She ain’t got FaceTime, I’ma Skype it
Get her head one time, tell her, “Bye, bitch”
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon’ buy me?
Come straight out the sky like I’m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil’ on my neck, I’ma blind ya
Cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
Bitch bad, still buyin’ no purses

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 3: Asian Doll]
Bitches deceased
Smokin’ on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don’t try it
Ball out the mall, I’m like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
Send her ass on a hike
I don’t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Asian Doll!

[Interlude: Bhad Bhabie]
Bitch!
You mad, ho
Why you so mad ,ho?

[Verse 4: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, don’t wanna try me
Yeah, that’s on my mama’s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up
Never wanna line up, I don’t do McDonald’s
Fuck crazy you know I’m breakin’ necks when I’m pullin’ up (skrrt)
All my numbers lookin’ outrageous
Now the blogs handin’ out praises
Got the world usin’ my phrases
Hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don’t say my name, bitch)
Barrin’ out, I ain’t got Xans in me, no
Young but I’m ballin’ like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don’t give a fuck
Came from the street, Boynton Beach
Shit, they know what’s up
Bitches that hold no position
Come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention
Knock a hoe out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin’ with no purpose?
I be puttin’ venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless
You ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it’s all comin’ together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I’m doin’ 30 of ’em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin’
Bitches showin’ everything, I be understuntin’ (damn)
Understandin’ your regard, really had nothin’ (shit)
Shit, but now I’m breakin’ records and I’m makin’ history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it’s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery
(Let your kids listen to me!)
Ho, I do millions on a slow day
And I ain’t gotta go to school like a snow day
But my… in the stu so it’s okay
Bank account look like a lick
Broke ho, you look like you sick
Slide on the beat like it’s slick
Bitch don’t compare me to Iggy
That old ho is washed and I’m lit
Wouldn’t pay her to wash up my whip
(Bye, broke bitch, bye, hoe!)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch


Bankroll Fresh – Run To The Money Lyrics


[Intro]
[?]

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ [?] money, I already done it
Guess who the money, I already done it
Money you talkin’, I already spoiled it
All of these bitches know that I’m a hunned
All of these [?] know that I already done it
Gucci on Gucci, I already done it
Louis on Louis, I already done it
Her mirrors on mans, I already done it
[?] to gold, [?] get you the money
[?] get you the money
Used to drop the Fendi, get you the money
Used to trap hard to get you the money
Ran it through money, we run through the money
Trap a had nigga, I run through the money
Young nigga [?] and I jeweled up a hunned
Young nigga light me up, run through the money

[Verse 1]
Word ’round the town I’m the new God of town
Word ’round the town, fuck around we’ll gun you down
Finnessed ’em out her 20 ’cause that nigga was a clown
I got that Glock with that motherfuckin’ 30 round
Young nigga playin’ in the club wet her down
Young nigga got that water, Alex Silverstein
Polo design on ’em, no I got the shine on ’em
Ear ring drop the dime on ’em, just to put the shine on ’em
P[?] me some bandages, 4 hoes in the Mandarin
We on the 17 floor, you know how this shoulda go
Oriental [?] marble on the tile kitchen floor
We hand out the bitch though, and that nigga kissed a hoe
[?] Crisco, diamonds they on disco
Mailed them back from Fresno, [?] ten-fold
Workin’ at the wing gate, I just made a 10 play
I just dropped like 10 K, I just dropped like 10 a day

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ [?] money, I already done it
Guess who the money, I already done it
Money you talkin’, I already spoiled it
All of these bitches know that I’m a hunned
All of these [?] know that I already done it
Gucci on Gucci, I already done it
Louis on Louis, I already done it
Her mirrors on mans, I already done it
[?] to gold, [?] get you the money
[?] get you the money
Used to drop the Fendi, get you the money
Used to trap hard to get you the money
Ran it through money, we run through the money
Trap a had nigga, I run through the money
Young nigga [?] and I jeweled up a hunned
Young nigga light me up, run through the money


Portugal. The Man – Feel it Still Remix Lyrics


[Intro]
Can’t keep my hands on myself
Put another dress, and come a little closer, baby
Since you got my soul in your hands

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Hook
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1945
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Uuuuu, I’mma California dreamin’
Got me feeling its a 2018, 16
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Verse: 1]
Uuuu, I’m still lie on a grass, but I can to feel your breath still
Your the heart, is beatin’ still so loud, got me over riped, but I feel it still

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Verse: 2]
Uuuu, Eazy going, eazy going
Hardly working, hardly working
I’m lieing on a grass, but I still can feel your breath
And then you come to me and told me

Not afraid, not afraid (uuuuuuu)
Not streesed, not stressed (uuuuuu)
Not dressed, not dressed (uuuuuu)
I can’t see it, but I can feel it (on my skin)

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Hook
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1945
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Uuuuu, I’mma California dreamin’
Got me feeling its a 2018, 16
Got them over riped, but they feel it still


Nino Man – Get It Straight


[Verse 1]
Uh
Let’s get it straight, I’m the hottest nigga in the states
Never heard of me, I guess you late
You know you doing good when these niggas hate
Yeah, they ain’t care what a nigga ate
Now it’s Ruth Chris on my dinner plate
Yeah I get money with the bigger face
After my first hundred thou, had to get it safe
Yeah, I kept money in the closet
Stacked up everything that I deposit
Pieces hitting, ya’ll should be declining
I only made it out because I tried shit
No way in hell ya’ll could be up
The money that ya’ll showing it’s just reup
It’s slow for ya’ll niggas, better speed up
I’m in the hood, daddy chilling with my feet up

[Hook]
We got them choppas, we got automatics
We carry ourselves like we ready for war
No applications, it’s heavy rotations
From selling these drugs all in front of the store
When they see you winning
They want you to slip
But I couldn’t fall off if I fell on the floor
They was ignoring, now bitches is calling
When they see you balling, it is easy to score
Fuck with your ball

[Verse 2]
I’m on my shit, stop hating get off my dick
Yeah, I was looking for a son shit
Phone clicking I was fliping like a sidekick
Yeah, I be flipping like a side bitch
When she slipping through your phone and she find shit
Yeah, I go hard so my mind tense
Shit ain’t adding up for you then it’s nonsense
Yeah, can’t let the days go by nigga
Since I was young I always wanted to be a fly nigga
Going dumb with the gang like [?] nigga
You got to remain the same to stay mine nigga
Yeah, they switch too much, they bitch too much
Parents prolly spoil, that means you use to get too much
So when shit don’t go their way they catch a fit too much
Find him a band he rips too much
From Nino bitch

[Hook]
We got them choppas, we got automatics
We carry ourselves like we ready for war
No applications, it’s heavy rotations
From selling these drugs all in front of the store
When they see you winning
They want you to slip
But I couldn’t fall off if I fell on the floor
They was ignoring, now bitches is calling
When they see you balling, it is easy to score
Fuck with your boy

Young Thug – MLK (feat. Trouble & Shad Da God)


[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh, no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, "Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see," yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut


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