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Blac Chyna Grabs Attention After Snippet Of New Song Surface





Blac Chyna is getting some attention not for her famous ass-ets, but for her vocals.

A snippet of a new song surfaced online on Monday and it left much to the imagination. Blac Chyna has been rumored to be working on her musical career for the past couple of months. During the summer she announced that she is launching a rap career and wants to be the next Nicki Minaj. There were also some reports that some major labels have been quoting her, but there are no official reports yet on if she signed any record deals.

The snippet of the song that surfaced is from a song produced by Mally Mall and Chyna can be heard singing the hook. “Pop that pu**y like a pistol,” she sings. Blac Chyna is reportedly getting some assistance from Tory Lanez, Swae Lee, and Yo Gotti to work on her debut album, but so far we’ve yet to get her debut single.

Blac Chyna made headlines last weekend when she was spotted out with rapper Playboi Carti. The two are rumored to be dating and was even spotted at ComplexCon holding hands. Listen to a preview of Blac Chyna debut single below and leave your feedback in the comments.




Blac Chyna and Playboi Carti Dating, Couple Up On SnapChat





Blac Chyna and Playboi Carti are reportedly dating.

Chyna and Playboi fuel dating rumors when they both posted videos of themselves together on their SnapChat. Chyna first raised some eyebrows when she posted on SnapChat “Keep my name out ya mouth.” Her followers were wondering who was she throwing shots at. Some folks thought that she referencing Kim Kardashian who did an interview with Jennifer Lawrence on Jimmy Kimmel Live. Lawrence asked her about Blac Chyna and she declined to comment.

Now we know that she was talking about Playboi Carti’s ex-girlfriend Rubi Rose. Chyna posted a Snap of herself driving her new Ferrari while the rapper ride in the passenger side. Carti then posted a snap of Chyna sitting in her sport car wearing his chain. Perhaps the two are just working on a new mixtape or just hanging out as friends. Nevertheless, Chyna is notorious with among young rappers so lets see where this goes.

#PressPlay: Chileee #PlayboiCarti and #BlacChyna are looking like they’re enjoying each others company ?? #BaeWatch

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It didn’t take long for Rubi Rose to respond. “Sis how my a$$ taste,” the Instagram model wrote on her IG.

Well that didn’t take long ? #PlayboiCarti’s ex #RubiRose has a message for #BlacChyna ?? (See earlier post)

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Blac Chyna Sues Entire Kardashian Clan For Canceled TV Show



Blac Chyna is suing the entire Kardashian clan for canceling her TV show with Rob Kardashian “Rob & Chyna.”

The second season of the show was set to air on E! network, but it’s not happening, according to a TMZ report. This feud between Chyna and the Kardashians is far from over. The celebrity socialite is suing the family for allegedly using their influence over the E! network to have her show booted. Sources inside the network are calling her claims bogus and pointed to a number of issues with her show including their inability to film because she refused to be in the same room as Rob.

Back in July, Blac Chyna got out a restraining order against Rob Kardashian claiming that her baby daddy physically abused her. The network insider also claimed that E! was unhappy about the ratings for the first season of the show and that forms part of the reason for the cancellation. Chyna is also suing Rob for allegedly snatching her phone and knocking her to the ground in a rage. She also claimed that he once tore down a bedroom door to get to her and even threatened to kill himself on multiple occasions.

Blac Chyna presented a number of text message evidence to support her story including messages where Rob Kardashian repeatedly told her that he would kill himself. “I will kill myself just to show U how serious I was about u and all this,” one of the messages read. In his defense, Rob Kardashian accuses Blac Chyna of cheating on him with multiple men including her baby daddy Tyga. Back in July, he stunned everyone when he leaked a number of nude photos and videos of Chyna on Instagram while exposing the men she has been cheating on him with. We will be watching closely to see how far her lawsuit against the Kardashians goes.


Money showers – Fat Joe feat. Remy Ma lyrics


Lyrics Fat Joe – Money showers

Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town.(money showers)

Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain.

10 bands for the prettiest b*tch
No hands if you really the shit
My nigga pretty new drop the music, he got something to say
Got her staring at the pole like election day
I make it rain on them hoes, I got that Amber vision
We in the back of the Rolls, her and Blac Chyna kissing
Give me a slice of the cake, I made it shower with dough
That’s a whole lotta bread, you know it had to be Joe
Cathedral ceilings in the crib, got sinners in it
I had b*tches eating pussy like it’s dinner in it
No lie, see everything Gucci, we steady mobbing
Who else could turn a stripper into Tonya Harding?

Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town.

Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain.

See you gotta understand I’m bad enough to take your husband
b*tch I f*ck your man then give him back when I’m done, ugh
Front of my pussy on the back of his tongue
I ain’t had love for a nigga since what happened to Pun
So if he f*ck around and I don’t happen to cum
Nigga you can be my ex, that’s where I’m from
Man these funny style b*tches, I be laughing at them
Hoes be grabbing his dick, I be grabbing his gun
Walking out the court, thumbs up, Jon Gotti
On my ’93 Biggie shit, bullshit and party
b*tch claiming she the queen, what? Not hardly
Who the f*ck gave you your crown b*tch? Steve Harvey?

Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town.

Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

Rain, rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain, rain
(Why don’t all the ?)
(But why don’t all the treat her?)
(Why?)
(But I like honesty what have I done to youuu?)
Fat Joe lyrics
Video showers


Kanye West – Highlights (The Life Of Pablo Album)


[Intro: Young Thug and Kanye West]
High lights
Tell my baby I’m back in town
High lights
Tell everybody I’m back in town
High lights
Tell my baby I’m back in town
High lights
We only makin’ the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights
We only makin’ the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights
Can we play that back one time?
And after that night I’m gon’ wanna play shit back, I don’t know
Sometimes I’m wishin’ that my dick had GoPro
So I could play that shit back in slo-mo
I just shot an amateur video; I think I should go pro
We only makin’ the highlights
We only makin’ the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to be mine

[Bridge: El Debarge]
One life, one night
High lights
Livin’ the life ’til I die

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I bet me and Ray J would be friends
If we ain’t love the same bitch
Yeah, he might have hit it first
Only problem is I’m rich
Uh
21 Grammys, superstar family
We the new Jacksons, I’m all about that action
I’m about that Farrakhan
Life is a marathon
I’ma shift the paradigm
I’ma turn up every time
I’ma bust a coach’s head open on some Diddy shit
If he ever talk to my son like an idiot
One time for a nigga really gettin’ it
Two times cause we got the whole city lit
Advice to all my niggas, impregnate Bridget
Soon as she have a baby she gon’ make another nigga
Got the Fruit of Islam in the trenches hah?
Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian hah?
She spent her whole check on some Christians
And that girl ain’t even religious
Walkin’, livin’, breathin’, girl you know my past well
Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed
Blac Chyna fuckin’ Rob, help him with the weight
I wish my trainer would, tell me what I overate
So when I’m on vacay, I need to kick back
What you want?
You want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six pack?
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I need to know right know if you a freak or not
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I need to know right know if you a freak or not

[Outro: The-Dream]
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I want to know right know if you a freak or not
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I want to know right know if you a freak or not
Oh lord, oh lord
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I want to know right know if you a freak or not
Bad bitch up in Equinox
I want to know right know if you a freak or not
Oh lord, oh lord


Game – 92 Bars (1992 Album) letras

October 7, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse]
This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that’s a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain’t no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the colt
Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what’s up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would’ve loved it, Philly would’ve fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I’m what you rap niggas ‘fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I’ll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that’s Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea check
Shout ’em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bentley truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don’t get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I’m ’bout to poke ’em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The Maybach is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that’s Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I’m in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don’t be shy he ain’t from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain’t no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain’t no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickel sack baggies
That’s caine, no daddy cause I ain’t really have one
And you can’t call yourself dope if you ain’t never bag none
I’m the old DMX you niggas Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare ’em once a year like I’m fucking Halloween
This ain’t a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain’t need no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I’m attracted to it
Name a state, I’ll send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I’m Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I’ll put the ratchet to it
PARTY sent my jackas to it
Drama bring the Mac into it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the matches to it
Traffic moving backwards through it
Ever since I had the Buick
Known for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to music
Every situation in rap, I’ve been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I’m smashing through ’em
They can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Be LeBron bitch, I’m Jayceon bitch
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No nigga can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I’m the 6′ 5″ Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking greasy
I’ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy’s
I’ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon’ be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny’s and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don’t even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don’t speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
Blood’ll be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won’t get no sleep, I’m coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets
It could happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon’ be eye level with a roach feet
This ain’t a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except this nigga’s
This 1992 shit ain’t no new shit
We in that all black you won’t know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain’t do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain’t on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I’ll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain’t never been no cool shit
And I’ve been wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil’ vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with


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