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Frvrfriday – Free Up Lyrics (feat. Ye Ali & Shabazz)


[Verse: FRVRFRIDAY]
That Selena got my eyes low
They coming for the dope, I feel like Pablo
She got FRIDAY fever, she gon' hit the follow
I want 80 on my wrist, I feel like time slow
You don't gotta ask, girl I'm always doing well
Everything I do, I do it by myself yeah
I get cash without spending on a belt yeah
Dolce & Gabbana you can tell by the smell, yeah
They keep sleeping and it's waking me up (Wake up, waking me up)
I just spend the money, then I re-up (Wake up, waking me up)
Niggas off to court, hard to keep up (Hard to keep up)
When I'm winning that's the only time they free up (Only time they free up)

[Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Yeah, yeah
That's the only time they free up
Yeah, yeah
That's the only time they free up
Ha yeah, free up
Yeah, ha yeah, free up
Yeah, free up, free up

[Verse: Ye Ali]
Please don't act like it's the same ('Cause it's not)
You just hit me cause I popped up on your page (Cost a lot)
I can't even trust you cause you shaky
Only real ones around me who okay'd you
You wasn't there when we was trapping out the basement (Ooh)
And don't ask me where I shop, it's custom-made shit
Now religious got a diamond for the Jésus

Grown man hands out, man who raised you?
I cut a finger off to get my hand rich
God gave me a flow so I ran with it
My passport tatted, I been stampin' it
She gave me head to 'Usher – Can U Handle It' (Yee, yee)
[Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Yeah, yeah
That's the only time they free up
Yeah, yeah
That's the only time they free up
Ha yeah, free up
Yeah, ha yeah, free up
Yeah, free up, free up

[Verse: Shabazz]
88 when I put on my lens
I can see they plans, know that they are not my mans
Balenciaga steppin I'm the man (You the man now)
I can see the trend, want the name when you got brands
You still hit the shorty on the 'gram right?
Know she seen the message on the chat right?
Hour later saying she got class right?
Now she always hit me "Ay Shab why?"
I don't get it, shawty I don't get it
Give me credit once I got it on my debit
In my DM, talkin bout she free'd up
Once they see you winning they gon D up

[Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Yeah, yeah
That's the only time they free up
Yeah, yeah
That's the only time they free up
Ha yeah, free up
Yeah, ha yeah, free up
Yeah, free up, free up
[Outro: FRVRFRIDAY]
Free up
Free up


Lil’ Duke – Thinking Lyrics


[Intro]
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
On god, thinking bout a lotta shit lately

[Chrous]
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
And she goin drive me crazy
Counting up cash on the daily
Risking my life when I’m seeing her [?]
These niggas really be shady
I’m telling momma I made it
I’m rocking nothing but the latest
Christian Dior, that Dolce Gabbana
I rock Saint Laurent when I wanna
I used to trap on the corner
[?] on my block ‘til the morning
All them things done changed
Sipping lean in my own lane
I speak and they feeling my pain
I make em remember my name

[Verse 1]
Top floor niggas in the penthouse now
Chilling at the top and we ain’t never coming down
Roll another Backwood, smoking up a pound
Right back to the money and we f*cking up a [?]
Silence the gun and it won’t make a sound
Niggas ain’t really nothing but clowns
Spot em in public we gunning them down
Die bout this [?] I’mma jump in the ground
I’m just easing my pain
[?] I cannot change
(I’m just easing my pain)
Lay back, reclining
Smoking bitch gotta give brain
Damn, Duke he done made him a name
You know I’m bringing the game
Ya’ll niggas wild and can’t tame
Real niggas love that I’m famous

[Chrous]
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
And she goin drive me crazy
Counting up cash on the daily
Risking my life when I’m seeing her [?]
These niggas really be shady
I’m telling momma I made it
I’m rocking nothing but the latest
Christian Dior, that Dolce Gabbana

I rock Saint Laurent when I wanna
I used to trap on the corner
[?] on my block ‘til the morning
All them things done changed
Sipping lean in my own lane
I speak and they feeling my pain
I make em remember my name

[Verse 2]
Smoking on nothing but the strongest
I’ve been grinding but gotta stay focused
Been in the game for the longest
Seeming like these niggas bogus
You know I’m goin shine like a trophy
These niggas act like they know me
Boy you know you cannot hoe me
Put the stick in his face and its loaded
You not gonna shoot it, why the f*ck do you tote it? (why?)
Pockets they looking like boulders
Bad bitches all on my shoulders
Back seat, I’m riding with a chauffer
You know I got [?] so I’m riding with the toaster
I need a check for my focus
You calling me on your mobile
We just don’t show no emotion

[Chrous]
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
And she goin drive me crazy
Counting up cash on the daily
Risking my life when I’m seeing her [?]
These niggas really be shady
I’m telling momma I made it
I’m rocking nothing but the latest
Christian Dior, that Dolce Gabbana
I rock Saint Laurent when I wanna
I used to trap on the corner
[?] on my block ‘til the morning
All them things done changed
Sipping lean in my own lane
I speak and they feeling my pain
I make em remember my name

[Outro]
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
On god, lately
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
On god


Gunna – Idk Why Lyrics


[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Mama thanked me for her purse
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
Every day I’m high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

[Verse 1]
I’ma bet on me (Me)
I don’t care if it’s a dollar, I got three my partners, that’s a quarter each (That’s a quarter each)
I got some snakes in my collar, lil’ bitch, I’m a slime and we don’t ever sleep (Slime)
The commas are damn near robotic, it’s same color powder, whiter than a sheep (Sheep)
The pussy wet like she in heat (Yeah)
Dolce Gabbana on her feet (Yeah)
Young Gunna slime anaconda, we bite like piranhas, me and my brother Keed (Keed)
Took 30K the whole summer, now I want a hunna, I stopped bein’ cheap (Cheap)
Since that boy came out the gutter, now he chargin’ 50 thousand for a beat
I don’t work for free (No)
The salesman that know me in Barney’s say I smell like Biscotti mixed with Creed (Biscotti mixed with Creed)
I know some women adore me, tell me I’m the realest they seen (I’m the realest they done seen)
I keep my mind on my ’cause that’s really all a nigga ever need (That’s all a nigga ever needed)

[Chorus]
All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Mama thanked me for her purse
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
Every day I’m high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

[Verse 2]
I got better days (I got better days)
I moved my mom to the boondocks, we already used to sleepin’ in a cave (In a cave)
I started sellin’ that mota, makin’ me some moohla, servin’ out our place (Servin’ out our place)
Now I charge rappers for verses, do it for a purpose, I don’t wanna trade (Do it for a purpose, I don’t wanna trade)
I done got a raise (I done got a raise)
OG told me my future was bright, gotta wear the shades (Gotta wear your shades)
Blessed life so I paint the coupe all white just to give him praise (Just to give him praise)
Came a long way from sittin’ waitin’ in the line for the new J’s (Waitin’ in the line for the new J’s)
I can get away (I can get away)
You gonna need you a surfboard when it come to me and Wheezy wave (Me and Wheezy wave)
Can’t get bigger than who you work for ’cause you know some shit’ll prolly change (Shit’ll prolly change)
Charge that shit up ’til we’re worth more, we ain’t in the business for the fame (We ain’t in the business for the fame)

[Chorus]
All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Mama thanked me for her purse
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
Every day I’m high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

[Outro]
That’s a quarter each


Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics


[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die


Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle


[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the [?] and kinda rotation out of Stamford
Nothin’ fall for anything
Prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m a tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas to flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really like [?], hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking and numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ "Who is he?"
A stupid motherfucker [?] smooth and dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ "what more do you want from me?" in Tyrese voice
All we do is make a it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn


Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle Lyrics


[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the dough gets some kinda rotation out her
Stand for nothin’ fall for anything, prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m in tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas’ll flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really liked y’all, hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ “Who is he?”
A stupid motherfucker truck is moving, dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade’ll give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ “what more do you want from me?” in Tyrese voice
All we do is make it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary jab though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn


J Hus – Bouff Daddy


And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
I know one thing for certain
You better keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
‘Cause I tour the city in an Addison Lee
And if I pull up, then it’s curtain
I ain’t had a good night sleep since God knows when
Keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
When you hear the bud line boomin’
You know the money had me ridin’ brutal
Now they see me and say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Everywhere I go they say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
In the ends I’m the Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Ya dun kno’, ya dun kno’
Bunsah I’m tremendous, dress code horrendous
Making six figures moves, we’ve got different agendas
This my house, don’t wear your creps on my carpet
Life of a misfit, broke nigga forfeit
Four figure outfit, three course meal
I put my money where my mouth is, no two ways about it
Let one nigga doubt it, twenty in the mattress
Niggas couldn’t mash this, this is just practice
Oh, now I’m getting paid, did I mention?
They never used to pay no attention
Nowadays I hate the attention
Nah lemme be honest, I love it
Spend yesterday’s profit and think nothin’ of it
I know one thing for certain
You better keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
‘Cause I tour the city in an Addison Lee
And if I pull up, then it’s curtain
I ain’t had a good night sleep since God knows when
Keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
When you hear the bad line boomin”
You know the money had me ridin’ brutal
Now they see me and say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Everywhere I go they say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
In the ends I’m the Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Ya dun kno’, ya dun kno’
Ooh, I’m the Bouff Daddy, baby take a look at me
And if this whip gets bun they’ll throw the book at me
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
Fuck probation, I’m chillin’ overseas
Everything’s different ’cause I’m free
Buttoned down shirt, make your misses wanna pree
Don’t worry, there’s plenty more fishes in the sea
It’s okay my brudda, no way they’re badder
Dolce & Gabbana, mana clean up nice
Make everybody spectate, I’m just playin’ chess wit’ my best mate
Teach you ’bout check-mate
I know one thing for certain
You better keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
‘Cause I tour the city in an Addison Lee
And if I pull up, then it’s curtain
I ain’t had a good night sleep since God knows when
Keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
When you hear the bad line boomin’
You know the money had me ridin’ brutal
Now they see me and say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Everywhere I go they say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
In the ends I’m the Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Ya dun kno’, ya dun kno’
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again


Future – Freebandz (Freebandz Mixtape)


[Hook]
You suckers wouldn’t understand, it’s a man thing (it’s the million dollar shit) y’all just saying things (y’all just talking out ya mouth) I’m a show who really ran things, I just joined the freeband gang
Ugh oh [x4] yeah I just joined a freeband gang [x2]

[Verse 1]
Designers on my face cause I will never see a hater 50,000 dollars worth of jewelry, future, taylored
Gucci aviator, I stay high than elevators kings, Jacksons, Jones you know the Mexico I’m major
Commando guns only freebands can save ya, transformal cars pulling up in some in place
We got that freeband money and we got that long paper tossing up yo baby mama with no conversation
She like the way I flex with my astronaut persona, I rather take my shoes off if it ain’t Dolce & Gabbana
Two cups filled up, we drank, strong marijuana, what’s the use of having muscles if you can’t flex all summer

[Verse 2]
Ugh I’m on my slug boo and shit, it’s cold out here, I got on Ugg boots and shit
And future they hating they just love doing them but I’ll rock that crew thug boo and them
And I be nutting up know homo, ya girl just gave me her throat no vocals
And skooly well protected by them thugs (RUBBER) like franklin I am tired of the hugs I wanna fuck her
It’s skateboard skooly and rk kaelub it’s rich kids for life we on a rk way up
They say they seen skooly pulling up in that lam thang, now meet the new member of freeband gang


Frenna – OMW (On My Way)


[Intro]

[Verse 1: Frenna]
Ik heb money, heb een car
Ik werk hard, van de start
Ik heb doelen, van der Sar
Jij maakt je druk om te spenden bij de bar
Misschien ben ik morgen wel done met m’n life
Ik moet nog naar Londen, Milaan en naar Parijs
Ze willen me klem zo, maar hebben geen bewijs
Ik had niks in de koelkast dus fack jullie eis
Okay, maar bijna niet gemaakt voor bitches minder dan een 5
Dolce & Gabbana, kan niet letten op die prijs
Ey, ik geef wat aan m’n mama en dan maak ik d’r weer blij
Was al die tijd met Winne, beter noemden ze me Feis

[Hook: Jonna Fraser]
Het gaat vanzelf, ik ben niet op zoek
Ik moet het hebben, het is niet genoeg
Kan je vertellen, het zit in mijn bloed
Ik neem alleen wat libie geeft
Ik kom uit de goot inderdaad, ookal ben ik daar nog steeds
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way
Ik ben een strijder, jij ziet dat ik overleef
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way

[Verse 2: Frenna]
I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
Laten we linken mansion
Dragen de highest fashion
Betaalde voor al mijn lessons
Want jullie niggers kunnen niks zeggen
Jullie bitches kunnen niks zeggen
Countin’ all my blessings ya
Ik dank Gaddo, alleen barbaar
Ik kan niet hier zo blijven stressen
Ik denk alleen nog aan m’n ma
Want zij zit daar in mijn corazón

[Hook: Jonna Fraser]
Het gaat vanzelf, ik ben niet op zoek
Ik moet het hebben, het is niet genoeg
Kan je vertellen, het zit in mijn bloed
Ik neem alleen wat libie geeft
Ik kom uit de goot inderdaad, ookal ben ik daar nog steeds
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way
Ik ben een strijder, jij ziet dat ik overleef
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way

[Bridge: Frenna]
Ik weet wat ik wil en ik verdien het yeahyeah
Het gaat mij niet om fame of verdienen yeahyeah
Ik neem al m’n niggers mee, meer dan 10en yeahyeah
Ik verdien het yeahyeah
En je ziet het heyyeah
Ik weet wat ik wil en ik verdien het yeahyeah
Het gaat mij niet om fame of verdienen yeahyeah
Ik neem al m’n niggers mee, meer dan 10en yeahyeah

[Hook: Jonna Fraser]
Ik neem alleen wat libie geeft, ey
Ik kom uit de goot inderdaad, ookal ben ik daar nog steeds
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way
Ik ben een strijder, jij ziet dat ik overleef
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way


Bashy – Cannon

October 11, 2016

Lyrics

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(Ragz2Richez Bitch!)

[Intro]
You know me, it’s Bashy man
You won’t see me in Red Monkeys man
I’d rather buy a thousand mixtapes yeah
Oii
[Verse 1]

The names Ash but it’s Bash to you faggots
In Green mans got guns bigger than a (Cannon)
And the youngers are nutters, a bunch of mischievous fuckers who would cut you in your adams
I won’t stop until I’m bading just like the Adams
Hustling, getting my bank balance up per annum
Guns man doe, pull ’em out for fashion they bang ’em
And when the jakes come, act like nothing happened
But out to the tugs in the slammer
Let me take the time to say, free my nigga Gangbanga Stana
Who? Gangbanga Stana yes blood, he reps his manor
He’s a hard face, Scarface black Montana
Anyway back to the manor, where North West ain’t in a passer passer
Quick to tell ya pussy, know yourself guns go bracka bracka
I’m a stacker, stacker you slacker, slacker
Plus it look like a bunny nyam your chain cause it’s lacking carrots
And girls feel my swagger from back in the day
When I dropped the 1-10’s with Dolce & Gabbana
Fresh off the hanger but now I want the Jacobs, I ain’t talking crackers
Me work for the crackers? Are you fucking crackers?
And girls love my mixtapes, I’m flattered
And guys tell me when they see me, I’m getting battered huhh
Stay there with your little daggers, got the ting here
So like the Rock says, ‘It doesn’t matter!’
Cause you need to be, quick to scare me
But I’ll fly like (???)
Punch your claat, take the shank and slice you like salami
Better kill me if you harm me, I’m not inna that malarky
Fuck swimming with the fishes, you’ll be drowning where the sharks be
Fuck your Mr. Miyagi karate, don’t make me laughy
Grab you by the boat, stab you in the throat with the car key
Yeah I’m with my army, sit back and enjoy your Bacardi
Don’t make us spoil the party, you punani
My boys are animals, no safaris
No games, no Atari’s
No jokes like Cat and Arby
Niggas will snatch your Carti, advertise the product like ‘Sace, Sace’
Auction it off to the highest bidder
I roll with couple killers, who will run in your yard and Meet the Parents like Ben Stiller
You know them fuckrie Yardies
Anyway, look I drop Armani and Cavalli, smell of Dreamer by Versace
On the road I’m stacking hard P’s, hardly got the time for barneys
(???) and (???) meeting all these ladidadi’s and arty fartys like ‘Kiss, kiss, Ashley, Ashley’
Movie directors like cast me, cast me
I’ll act in your trilogy, from Part One right through to Part Three
Not racist but fuck the Nazi’s, big up Idi Amin
This is London, Kensal Rise bitch this ain’t Marcy
Niggas move the queues of the Charlie, making profit off the Barley
Won’t stop ’til my pockets are fatter than MC Narstie

[Outro – talking]

Yeah
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Yo, don’t ya know
I said them tings go bracka, bracka
You know them tings go bracka, bracka
Hmmm.. Oiiii, nahhhh