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Rob $tone – Party at My House Lyrics




[Intro]
Hey, hey
Renegade, renegade, renegade
Hey, damn

[Chorus]
I told my boy to bring the packs in, ay
You know tonight we goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
I told your ho to bring a bad friend (bring a bad friend), ay
Six in the morning, goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (ay)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches

[Verse 1]
Damn
I wish I had bitches, ay (what the fuck?)
I always had bitches, hey (hey)
Ain’t no going HAM ’cause that shit bad bidness (yeah)
I mix my lean up with my [?] like I ain’t had [?] (yeah)
I gotta fucking suck, and fucking up [?] (up [?])
She said “I wish you’d love me back, if I could have one wish” (ay)
I said “I cannot love you bitch, ’cause we’ll take bad bitches” (bad bitches)
You know just how I’m comin’ in, ’cause I get bags like [?] (ay)
Get back from me, nigga, you don’t have no sense (what?)
These diamonds look like lightning on me, I’mma charge you for the show (yeah)
And I’mma sit back, crack a forty, and just stack my chips (ay)
You know I’m only talkin’ money, ’bouta call up all the homies, ay (yeah)

[Chorus]
I told my boy to bring the packs in, ay
You know tonight we goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
I told your ho to bring a bad friend (bring a bad friend), ay
Six in the morning, goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (ay)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches

[Verse 2]
It ain’t a party with no weed, roll a blunt up (yeah)
I swear at every party I be geekin’ ’til the sun up (ay)
I push the stuff, the Lamborghini, not the Honda (haha)
I push up on a model bitch, bikini made of Prada, ay (ay)
I’m wild (yeah), all my bitches got bodies (yeah)
All my woods got lil molly (woo), on my shit ’cause I’m poppin’, ay (ay)
If she still fuck and suck, and fuckin’ up the covers (yeah)
If she litty for the night and you went home textin’ you love her, ay

[Chorus]
I told my boy to bring the packs in, ay
You know tonight we goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
I told your ho to bring a bad friend (bring a bad friend), ay
Six in the morning, goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (ay)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches




Rich The Kid – Everything Lyrics




[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I send her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I put her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Oh, she a slut, she a dog, she a freaky ass bitch
But she rollin’ up the kush, and then she suckin’ on my dick
I’m like, “bitch, please, hoe get out my face”
Why the fuck you in my house? Bitch, get out my place
First she wash the dishes, then pick up my pack
First she suckin’ on my dick, lickin’ on my sack
I’m like, “hoe, where the fuck your man?”
All up in the pussy, and I be goin’ HAM
I got racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch, I got the stupid packs
Blowin’ on that kush, that loud, catch me in that fuckin’ cloud
Your bitch do everybody, your bitch at every party
She roll that kush, she suck that dick, and then she pop a molly

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I send her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I put her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything

[Verse 2: Derez De’Shon]
Your bitch do whatever I tell her
And she eat what I feed her
Make your bitch feel special
Fuck the hoe, and then leave her
Your bitch say she love me
I tell her the same thing
Gotta beat the work in the jewelry store with my prisoner
Chain gang, couple bad bitches, a few plain janes
Now your bitch my main thing, and then we young niggas like Chief Keef
We don’t cuff a hoe, we bang bang
It’s Rich The Kid and D Dash, better get your hoe ‘fore we take her home
Fuck her like she a porn star, and then drop her off with you later
Oh, Dash

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I send her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything
I make your bitch roll up my Swishers, your bitch wash all my dishes
Your bitch pick up my pack, boy, I put her on a mission
Your bitch do everything, your bitch do everything
Your bitch do everything, I make your bitch do everything


Azealia Banks Threatens To Sue Remy Ma For Leaking Explicit Photos


Azealia Banks is considering suing Remy Ma.

The social media beef between Azealia and Remy has grown to new heights with threats of lawsuits getting into the mix. In case you haven’t been following the beef, the two female rappers butt heads on Instagram last week over their perceived inability to remove the Nicki Minaj cloud from over their respective careers. That’s what most hip hop fans concluded, because what else could these two be beefing over.

We all know how petty Remy Ma can get judging from her “shETHER” diss track against Nicki Minaj earlier this year. It didn’t take too long for her to went HAM on Azealia Banks and even went as far as to released some private conversations between the two of them discussing Nicki. It didn’t stopped there, the Love and Hip Hop New York star also leaked some private photos allegedly sent to her by Banks, who has now come forward denying that the photos belong to her.

“Just realizing that I can sue Remy Ma for trying to paint me in a false light,” the Harlem rapper wrote. “Those pictures were not of my vagina yet she showed them to the world trying to say it was.I responded to something she said publicly and her response was making a private conversation between the two of us public.”

She also pointed out to a recent law in New York where individuals can be sued for revenge porn and faces up to a year in prison and or a $1,000 fine. Remy Ma is still on parole so any new legal problems for her could cause a ripple effects. It’s unclear of the threats are serious or perhaps Banks is just using it as leverage to get the “All The Way Up” rapper to ease up off her.


Watch Popcaan Going In On Alkaline On Instagram Live


Popcaan went HAM on Alkaline on Instagram Live last night.

The Unruly Boss took some time out his busy schedule to talk with his fans on Instagram Live last night and let’s just say it did not go according to plan. While taking questions from his fans, one fan asked him to give the Vendetta boss a shout-out and well you can watch the video below to see what happened next. Popcaan lost it after reading that question and resorted to blasting the fan as well as his dancehall nemesis.

“Mi no beg bumbocl**t friend from no boy or gal inno,” Popcaan yelled. “Alkaline a batty boy bout big up Alkaline wha happen to you pu**y. How me fi big up f****t on bad man live how me fi do that. Alkaline them a batty boy them so don’t ramp with me, me will kick one of unnu in unnu face to. Don’t call no mullet name on me timeline.”

Popcaan and Alka have been at war since last year and earlier this year the MVP deejay released a scathing diss track for Popcaan, “Microwave.” The Vendetta head has not responded to the “Unruly Rave” deejay’s statement on IG Live.

#popcaan going in on #alkaline on Instagram live????

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P Money – Panasonicl


[Hook]
All I can do is laugh at man
MCs want me to go HAM
Until I eff one up on the tarmac, fam
Man does road, man do shows
I’ll dash 32 bars at man
Big enterprise, I’m Star Trek, man
I’ll be real cause I can’t act, fam

[Verse 1: P Money]
Sonic
Came through the street as a fighter
And found my way through like Sonic
I was putting South on the map
When it was all Bluetooth, Sonic
Man don’t wanna clash me
They’re scared of what I would do
When it comes to the best
Think it’s all about you?
How come Wiley never said
He’s on point like you? Sonic (Sonic Boom)
Why’d you think man can’t say my name for views?
I ain’t gotta practice underground or train
To show em’ you’re just another tramp on the tube
Boy Better Know my OG’z crew
Word to Jme, I will mute and slew
Every single one of these online youths
With shit lyrics about the price of shoes, dickhead

[Hook x2]
All I can do is laugh at man
MCs want me to go HAM
Until I eff one up on the tarmac, fam
Man does road, man do shows
I’ll dash 32 bars at man
Big enterprise, I’m Star Trek, man
I’ll be real cause I can’t act, fam

[Verse 2: P Money]
Indirect and I’ll direct man to your house, Sonic
I’ve been holding back like the force
Is about to come out like Sonic
I was gonna call Chip and tell him to put a verse down
But he might lick an MC down and then
They’ll diss me and I’ll see them like “What now?”
Sonic (Sonic Boom)
Can’t say I am not one of the best in the scene
Wanna get stressed? Wanna get front teeth?
I got lyrics and flows that will bun your beliefs
You know I got metaphors and I got punches
But I don’t wanna talk about my beefs
South East London streets made me
Anybody say different is a chief


B.o.B – Earthquake (Elements Album)


[B.o.B]
Born into competition
With a feeling that something’s missing
Bred in a corn addiction
With a synthetic composition
On the brink of a civil war
Or the forming of one religion?
I wonder what came first
Dinosaurs or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a flag
Since elementary
Writing curses in cursive and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take this gown and cap and wave it
Like a celebration of going to school just to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that traded it’s minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you have to praise ’em
I wonder who we’d worship if we weren’t captured and traded
Consider this my affidavit
Yo, It’s the ruling class
Here to rule yo ass
Prescription drug thug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a useless path
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, they remove yo ass
Fast, click clack, quick blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the kickback of the impact
Push yo shit back
As long as my head is intact
I’ll be as political as I want
Because I get taxed
Nah, this ain’t no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or useless chit chat, or syntax, or
Who’s ass is this fat and who has a six pack
Who’s batting this average, or
Compare his passes to his passes
There’s a thousand sports channels
You can get this package, or this package
Who’s this savage?
Hey, let’s compare your emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other bitch fastest
Haters go out they way to fuck up my day
But I ain’t even worried about your bitch asses
And it’s quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
They make the sky toxic
Prescribe the antibiotic
Make a high profit, divide the margin
You could die off it
If you do, they hide the autopsy
What the fuck are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your kosher food
What the fuck is even kosher food?
Third generation crops won’t produce
Be careful who you keep close to you
I’m from Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crew
They say, "Bobby Ray, the older you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up exposing truths
I used to think, what would Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and China would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Vince Macmahon
Now when the haters are The Undertaker
The crowd doesn’t stand a chance
When the international bankers are walking through the stands
Slide yo ass some Xan
You think you a fan but you really just a lamb
Niggas start trends every day but don’t never get no pair of Vans
What the fuck is an advance?
Niggas live on colored people time
What the fuck is in advance?
Tsh, I don’t fucking understand
I just want my fucking bandz
I’m a walking talking human conundrum
Like a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the promised land
False stories of Christopher Columbus
Holding Pocahontas’ hand
Black History is the shortest month
I just hope you understand, when the
Native Indians don’t get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams, like
Here, here’s a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land, huhh
Well, let’s just move on, because, America’s great!
Man I fucking love it
Democratic or Republic
Lightning rod, change the subject
All of these religions, I’m glad I found one
All of these beliefs and mine’s the right one
Trying to process all this info you hide from
Till you wake the fuck up out on the advice son
Culture and religion condition your mind hon’
Whatever’s prohibited, imma defy them
The smell of freedom is making my eyes run
To authority, i’m the antithesis
I’m not a pacifist, or a philantropisist
I don’t got all the answersises
I just got a louder mic, and better stanzasas, bitch
Oh i’m sorry, did I offend you?
What the fuck you think goes on in schools you send your kids to?
What the fuck you think they serve for lunch, what’s on the menu?
That’s why only ratchet shit is what these kids is into
A language comprehendable
Friends do what they friends do
People act so fucking hard but really they just gentle
Psychological children
Grownups with issues
Grownups with children
Who grow up with issues
Cancer tissues
Abandonment, misuse
Subliminal marketing screaming, "Here, let me fix you
I have the cure
I have the remedy
I am the savior
I am not the enemy
But give me your money, give me your money, give me your money!"
Everybody’s in debt
But this is a free country!
They dock your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the clock
Hickory, dickory, dockery
They want cable, they want coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take they mind off being property
Trying to say it properly
Working on my tact
But I am the anomaly
They know i’m the shit like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i’m the shit by just looking at my discography
They know i’ve been sent to awake this idiocracy
Mass media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a worker bee
Harvest the honey tree
I’m just being honest, b
Mother Earth quakes underneath
Father Sky, up above the sea
God the father, the sky
Son of God, the Sun
Amun Ra, the Eye
No more Amen
No more folding hands goodbye
Adios, au revoir, bandz


Taylor Gang – Gang Gang

October 13, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
I’m rollin’ up that motivation
They don’t never give me no credit
No alerts turned on my phone
So I ain’t get your message
Got these women all in they feelings
Over call backs and all that
Man, tell these hoes that I’m big time
And I’m Mannie Fresh, how you love that
That bank card like uh
Rich nigga, no limit
Top off when it pop off
With her head down, how I’m livin’
Bitch, stay out your feelings
Keep it G and get rich
She came over, that’s game over
She here talkin’ with Rich
I told lite(?) that it’s go time
If she bout that then it’s lit
Cap’ just call me on FaceTime
While smokin’ joints with your bitch
That’s G-A-N-G
Gotta say it two times
20 cents on me
In the party, I got two dimes, for sure
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
All these hoes in my phone
They be out to get me
Swear I ain’t really doin’ nothing wrong
I been goin’ so damn hard
And I ain’t seen it in so long
My legs tired from runnin’ game
But I thank God I’m strong
Every day I gotta fight
Cause I’m puttin’ on for my fam
100 mil all in my will
Was always in the plan
Hell yeah, that come with it
I sacrifice for the game
Baby girl, she layed up
I’m countin’ dough with my gang
Wizzle man, stay gettin’ high
Young Veggies doin’ the same thing
I ain’t sayin’ no names
All I know is go bang
All these hoes is insane
But all my bitches go HAM
Fit them girls in the van
Young Veggies the man
Like 10 years, I’m still ridin’ round with my

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I got all these niggas screamin’ gang gang
I got all these niggas screamin’ gang gang
Tell me why these niggas screamin’ gang gang
I’m the one that got you screamin’ gang gang
Pop it please, rollin’ lots of trees, you ain’t coppin ‘these
Mommy these is St. Laurent jeans, now gon’and top me
I get pussy cause I’m poppin’, car pull up, I drop it
If it’s money then we talk it, if it’s not, you need to stop it
Got a girl but I need options, you like one, take ya pick
Love some black girls but this white one lookin’ thick
IG takin’ flicks, she TD, takin’ dick
Khalifa man, take your bitch, one rule, make me rich

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang