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Hustle Gang – Want Smoke (feat. T.I., Young Dro, London Jae & Yung Booke)




[Intro: T.I.]
Man, aye
It’s really like Hustle Gang everything
I don’t want no peon round me
Only bosses in my clique, you know what I’m saying?
Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(Boy, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Post-Chorus]
Anyway, what you gonna say?
Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon’ run and play
My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don’t want no smoke
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

[Verse 1: Dro]
This is a rap, this is a trap
That’s lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp
They call me Dro, this a four four
I’m with a out of town broad, she don’t go-go
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Run upon you with that Draco
I got my ratchet and I’m rockin’ Coogi
Don’t make me act a fool, don’t make me unload this uzi
I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money
We saw light on the haze, I shoot ’em the back of the face
I be the first nigga that’s catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I’m so G
You can not do me, I’m a certified gangsta
And I’m sponsored by Louis and Ralph
And I’m on they tanner, make them pull them bands out
Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now
Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now
Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P. gon’ cash out

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Still do it, looking like I steal your hoe
Still looking, still sing and hear bro
Ain’t hear raise zone
And I know it
Ship it in here like a fake cake
He’s making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae
You sayin’ he your homeboy, I say he dead weight
No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it
Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business
Get all your money and do your time if you get it
Play your position and play dumb as a witness
Stay reminiscing but cap a line for nutrition
Jab it and double what you mean and bail road
R.I.P., O-G-D free me, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Truth
One too many millionaires still rapping
Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems
Pistol better not be where you’re riding
You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch
You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, see

[Verse: ]
Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless
Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car
Whole army of shooters and Wassi’s the sergeant
Too hot, you’ve gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
Hey, I’m a giant, y’all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y’all
You suckers ain’t trillville
My chrome still will get to singin’ like Johnny Gil
Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real
Not the industry, that’s the difference
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon’ get it
I don’t just rap about it, my city’ll tell you that I live it [?]

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, nigga, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
[?]
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)




Chris Brown – Sensei (Remix) Lyrics




[Intro: DJ MLK]
MLK, fatality

[Chorus: Chris Brown & A1]
Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei (Whoo Kid)
Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei

[Verse 1: Chris Brown & (A1)]
Hold it down, don’t never get caught out of bounds (down, brrr)
Get dope, lost Jose, I’m out of town (brrr, brrr)
Pay the price, good deal, pay the price (price)
Where the vibe? White girl singing like she Kelly Price (vibe, ooh)
Up and down, ass jumping up and down (down, down)
Blue flame, strippers in here dolling up (flame, yah)
Beat the case, yesterday I beat the case (case, beat the case)
Your mistake, judge made a big mistake (mistake)
Bitch, I’m your

[Chorus: Chris Brown & A1]
Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei
Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Hustle Gang nigga
Kinky shit, shit, yeah, yeah
All the way in Barbados
Ho we lit, uh huh, yeah
Got 5 or 6 in my pay roll, check it
See your bitch with me, ain’t no tellin’
150 with me, ain’t no debit
I’m the shit nigga, let your ho tell it
Never seen the crib, we just hotel it
If I tell her come in the slow store
For the dick nigga, she a moped it (Whoo Kid)
Call me so petty, cry nigga, cry on my path you gon’ regret it
A mandatory demonstration for a violation
Consequences, teach lessons
Pray the strip dancer, God keep blessin’
Like thick bitches in sundresses, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown & T.I, A1]
Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei (MLK)
Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei

[Bridge: Chris Brown & A1]
I got something that I need to show, babe
You gon’ learn today, I’m your sensei, sensei
Just follow my lead
Let me bend that ass-

[Outro: T.I.]
Hustle Gang nigga


That Bag Lyrics feat. Hustle Gang, Young Thug, T.I., Young Dro & Trev Case



(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
I was just poppin my sh*t
I was just fucking on your b*tch, oh ya
Ni**a hatin but they won’t say nothing (ye, ye)
Ni**a talking but they ain’t spray nothing (brr)
I’m poppin pills sh*t and I can take your b*tch
I’m on a high horse, I got em round a bench (what)
I’m half against sh*t and who the hell is this?
I got a lot of water we can paddle it
Big sh*t poppin you know luscious topping, ey
I’m from Texas, Houston with a lot of water down
Look what I just started, ey
And there’s no disrespect, but I’m at a ni**a neck
If they ever try to check, If they ever try to press
I’ma cop the big bag and get wet

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 2: T. I.)
Okay, kick more sh*t than a little bit
Spend a big bank roll on a little b*tch
And I don’t wanna see that it ain’t worth a hundred G
Cuz I ain’t interested in the bullsh*t
Live in (?), I did what you all to my ni**a
Where I’m from, get killed how you talk
In the minute, my ni**as remind you of O’Dog (?)
Ain’t got no braids but still got them extensions
Extensions, extensions, extensions, extensions
Ahead on the focal, gon handle their business
I’m triple OG and still in my 30’s
Still in these streets and still riding dirty
And I don’t want your b*tch in for pu**y for real
No willing for me
Lil Dukey show, say I got you know he do with retail
Don’t fuck, bring that back, I mean I’m in a hurry

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 3: Young Dro)

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2


50 Cent Disses Wendy Williams Relentlessly On IG



50 Cent has been going in on Wendy Williams for days now after the talk show host drop a diss on him.

The rap legend says that he is going after Williams because she told him to get his life together. 50 posted the same photo that T.I. posted of Wendy Williams on vacation in the Caribbean. In September, TIP got into a social media beef with the talk show hosts and both of them clap back pretty hard at each other. Fiddy is perhaps a little less kind than the Hustle Gang rapper.

“Wendy williams just told me to get my life together, smh your husband is not a bad man,” 50 Cent wrote. “He deserve a side chick for talking to you, you ugly mother****er Focus on your own sh*t b*tch. Oh yeah we in club LUST tonight you’re invited.LOL.”

That was just the beginning of 50 Cent’s relentless trolling of Wendy Williams whom he compared to a beast. He also called her out for hating on Angie Martinez who just landed her own talk show. “Shout out to the talk of New York, @AngieMartinez,” Fiddy added. “please go on Tv so we don’t have to look at this dog face bitch no more. That shit suppose too only be on radio. We ain’t suppose to have to look at shit like this. LOL.”

Surprisingly, Wendy Williams has yet to respond to 50 Cent and something tells me that when she finally does, it will be as epic as her comeback to T.I. when he disrespected the rapper’s wife Tameka “Tiny” Harris. This is also 50 Cent’s territory so if she does respond it could be a whoel year long beef on social media. Fifty has a habit of never letting up on his enemies, just ask Diddy.

“Yeah b**ch, you f***ing around in the wrong section. Every time you call me,I’m a show up,” he wrote.

Ballerific Comment Creepin ??? #50cent #commentcreepin (see previous post for full story)

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