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Lil Baby – All In Lyrics


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[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1]
My mama been told me don’t give no poor performance
And whatever you gon’ do, just do it
Never thought ’bout doin’ music
I was tryna build my phone up
Contact full of drug abusers
Ridin’ around with that mask tryna figure out what my cousin doin’
Prison with the Migos, found out they was sellin’ bricks
Wish I woulda knew that shit, I woulda been lit
Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich
I be at James Harden house, I’m all in Houston, in the mix
I’m talkin’ ’bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks
And I don’t even know no players
I just wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers
I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the lay-up
And we ain’t squashin’ shit for free, you niggas gotta pay us
You niggas better pay up, yeah
Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer go for a lighter sentence
I don’t want know no problems with y’all niggas, y’all got women tendencies
Ion’t gotta sell drugs no more, I’m bossed up, I got plenty business
Ridin’ ’round in that Lamb’ truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain’t rented
Givin’ out my respect, get respect in every city
Niggas know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy
Fucked around and got plugged in, I’m bitin’ out that Richard Mille
Stay out my lil’ brother bidness
Just know that they gettin’ millions

[Chorus]
Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, Ion’t care, I’m goin’ all in
This house, vibes everywhere, she callin’ more friends
My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain

[Verse 2]
Sippin’ wockiana, come here thotiana
Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah
What kinda watch you wanted?
Man, that’s nothin’, mami
I’m not bein’ funny, ah, yeah, yeah
I shoulda knew you was gon’ rat the day you told me
A hundred racks in all dubs, it ain’t no foldin’ me
I ain’t no puppet, ain’t with nobody controllin’ me
I go LeBron when it’s crunch time, it ain’t no holdin’ me
Got the Maybach, Benz truck, I’m tryna buy one
I told lil’ shawty, “Just let bygones be bygones”
Tell the Feds get off my dick, I don’t gotta buy guns
Ain’t got the right one, yeah

[Chorus]
Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, Ion’t care, I’m goin’ all in
This house, vibes everywhere, she callin’ more friends
My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain

[Outro]
To let the doors in
I’m goin’ all in
She callin’ more friends
I cannot bargain


G-Eazy – Demons & Angels Lyrics


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[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah, you know? Uh

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
I really thought my last girl would be my last girl
Life changes quicker when you live inside a fast world
She ain’t want the last name, she just want the last word
On everything I love, your middle name was all my passwords
I ain’t think our last fight would be our last fight
I guess we couldn’t chalk that up to just a bad night
But life goes on, that’s how it goes, you know that’s right
I’m thankin’ God my last flight was not my last flight
I really thought my last address would be my last address
I really thought my last arrest would be my last arrest
My heart breaks in half every time Suzanne is stressed
I’m tryna make it up to mama, I don’t plan for less
She still correct me when I fuck up, when I’m feelin’ pressed
Said “I just bought a crib for you, come on now, Mom, we’re blessed”
I spoke it all into existence, watched it manifest
She said “Don’t hang that over my head”
I said “You right” and I just let it rest
Damn, I really put a roof over her head, that’s facts
They couldn’t walk a block if we changed shoes
Swear I kept my receipts, I really pay dues
Life is heavy here, this not the everyday blues
Publications, they just want to say what they choose
If somethin’ happens in my life it’s front-page news
It’s from the heart for all my day ones, not my day twos
It’s by my demons and angels, yeah

[Chorus: Miguel & The Game]
I’m just gettin’ hotter and it’s colder
Demons and angels on my shoulders
Every open door require closure
Keep goin’ ’til it’s over
The highs and lows can get exhaustin’
Every option got it’s cost
Please don’t judge me for my faults
Through my wins and all my losses
Don’t lose your conscience
Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah
Just be cautious
Make this shit just what you wanted
(Yeah, it ain’t gon’ take long, G)

[Verse 2: The Game]
Niggas out here think life is G-Eazy, I pray for ’em
Cross my heart and let the Desert Eagle wait for ’em
And I don’t harbor hate, but, one must wonder
You got that YSL concealer on, what’s hidin’ up under?
I feel bad, ’cause I could have made you mine last summer
I seen the James Harden in you, yeah, OKC Thunder
I know your last nigga beat you like he was yo’ drummer
I know that life got better soon as we exchanged our numbers
So here we go, Turks and Caicos, yeah, everything lit
Everything packed, take the Gucci out so everything fit
And we ‘gon roll like a kickball, cross over like Chris Paul
Get lost somewhere in Dubai, feet in the sand, gettin’ these sticks off
Wear my heart on a sleeve of this Off-White hoodie
You need some time to grow up, I know, I drafted a rookie (Yeah)
I’m Phil Jackson in this ill jacket
Pardon my head, yeah, I feel like I wrote Illmatic
And Stillmatic, I should get ‘Ill Will’ tatted
39 a year after I said I wouldn’t and I’m still at it
Still hold my dick, yup, with the steel at it
Hop out the Lambo like a dryer, yeah, it’s still static
I ain’t ‘gon lie, I still fuck bitches in my pastime
I know I told you the last girl was the last time
I gotta go, especially since this my last line
‘Fore I do, smoke this last blunt for the last time (Uh)
‘Fore I do, smoke this last blunt for the last time

[Chorus: Miguel]
I’m just gettin’ hotter and it’s colder
Demons and angels on my shoulders
Every open door require closure
Keep goin’ ’til it’s over
The highs and lows can get exhaustin’
Every option got it’s cost
Please don’t judge me for my faults
Through my wins and all my losses
Don’t lose your conscience
Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah
Just be cautious
Make this shit just what you wanted


YBN Nahmir – Fuck It Up Lyrics


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[Intro]
Hitmaka!
Hol’ up

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag and the money
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’
Pay the price when she walk in
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Ayy, ayy
I walked in hella fly, helicopter all on me
I told the chick to back it up, I keep that chopper on me
I got weed on me, I got perks on me
Baby tell me what you drinkin’? Everything on me
I ain’ trippin’ off them lil’ niggas way accross the room
Boy I been gettin’ it crackin’, nigga don’t you see the wounds?
I got about twenty five goons with me
So tell me how the fuck a nigga gon’ hit me? Ha (Right, ha)

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’ (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
I need a nigga with the M, huh
To match my drip, huh
I just got a Bentley and a Benz, huh
I make a rich nigga taste it (Taste it)
Make a bag [?], not Gucci ’cause they racist
I fuck with face down, ass up
Baby ’till my cash up
Type to make a nigga dick stand up
Put it in my guts, better fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Better not catch a nut let me slurp it up
Bitch I’m rare, not basic
Ass fat but it get fatter when I’m naked
I wanna [?]
When he wanna link, he send a ticket then a flew that (Period)

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’ (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up

[Verse 3: Tyga]
She gon’ make ten grand, how she pop it on me
I ain’t James Harden but I keep the rocket on me (Bah)
I be ballin’ like chef, niggas not in my league (No)
How you get so bad? ‘Cause your momma a freak
Wanna be like daddy, she remind me of me
When I lick it, so sweet, whip cream on your feet
Drinkin’ sex on the beach, got you wet on the skeet
And your bitch send me nudes, I can’t wait ’till we meet
I’m a nasty ass nigga, gorilla
Two bitches twist on my dick like a Twizzler
A nigga like me stay hot through the Winter
I told her we could link, hit me up after dinner

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’ (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up


Demrick & Dizzy Wright – Outside (Blaze With Us Mixtape)


[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Outside (x4)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud
Take it outside
Outside (x3)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
You don’t know nobody yet
But we gon’ help grow recreational (for real!)
We gon’ help the education grow
I hit up Reezy he said ‘say no more’ (you feel me?)
My foot in the door already
My nigga we more than ready
Toronto sessions got me getting love like Norm Kelly smoking out of [?] I’m
Finna smoke ’em like ”who coming with me?”
Heard the smoking fee’s 250
Well I guess that’s only if they catch me
Setting bad examples isn’t healthy
James Harden hit ’em with the lefty
Shit is getting messy
I’m in [?] heavy
I’m gon’ get high they don’t gotta let me (I’m gon’ get high)

[Bridge]
I hate when niggas
Act like we can’t roll up
Man I hate when niggas
Trip when I’m paid to pull up
I hate when niggas
Want us out in the open
Man I hate when niggas
Can’t cuss out for smoking

[Hook]
Outside (x4)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud
Take it outside
Outside (x3)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud

[Verse 2: Demrick]
In one state I’m great and the next is hate
Want the government debates, we all speculate
On what’s legal and what’s not
See some call police when they see that we puff pot
Go right down the street and you can fill up a lunch box
Smoking in a park with a mother and son watching
Our city is dumb hot
Security (please!) let me out my moment
I just brought a little weed
Let me blaze it in the open
I’ll be right now smoking hot blow with my eyes open
Shit, I just lit it up I need some time on it
I’m peepin’ on the exit, keep my eye on it
Money got my mind on it, puffing on the [?] on it
Makes sense
I used to hustle [?]
So why you mad I snuck a eighth then?
‘Cause I’ma never stop blazing out in public
You can hate it or love it
Fuck it I’m just sayin’

[Bridge]
I hate when niggas
Act like we can’t roll up
Man I hate when niggas
Trip when I’m paid to pull up
I hate when niggas
Want us out in the open
Man I hate when niggas
Can’t cuss out for smoking

[Hook]
Outside (x4)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud
Take it outside
Outside (x3)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud


Rockie Fresh – Keep The Peace (Priorities 5 Album) letras

October 20, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I’ll murk you in some skinnies and some yeezy’s
Not a gangster but believe me I go hard so take it easy, woah
Shit, I’m looking at my life I think I love it
I be smoking weed in public, wanting money so I touch it, woah
The game getting crazy, game getting much realer everyday
But I’m in it cuz it pay, woah
Shit lately we’ve been running through a maze
I’ve been high since that nigga Usher made that rock a wave
And I’m still double M G, riding with the team I came with
Kobe shit, shawty that was not a game switch
I’m on that straight and narrow, fast pocket
Gotta watch a nigga blasting off
Like a Houston rocket, James Harden
Yeah, We in the bank [?] time
Shit, I pull up on your bitch like it’s lunch time
[?] first type of niggas
If you heard about [?] then we on our way to get ya yeah

[Hook]
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
See baby it’s a problem, go on let me know
But if it ain’t shit, I suggest you let it go
Take it slow, boy
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it

[Verse 2]
Niggas gon hate, that’s always for the good
Working too hard just like they should
He on games all day okay, aye
She put me in, I make that play, aye
Okay I get it till I fade away, had to hustle state to state
Took it past that 88, now they can’t read my license plate
You know I’m speeding while I’m eating till I’m overweight
I’m a skinny nigga but I really like the cake
I’m running shit so it’s just like I’m back in shape
Shorty super thick make the earth quake
GPA 3.8, She was sleeping on me, now I’m up too late
Way too long, cooking left the stove on
Burnt the house down, getting top with my robe on
Yeah, I just want it all till it’s all gone
Car drive when I was supposed to get call home

[Hook]
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
See baby it’s a problem, go on let me know
But if it ain’t shit, I suggest you let it go
Take it slow, boy
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it


Game – Freedom letras

October 15, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Game]
Holdin’ my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley trynna find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Niggas say the west ain’t winnin’, I’m just tryin’ to find the proof
Speakin’ of Proof, I’m ’bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin’ Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still
But hope ain’t lost cause Dr. Dre the man still
Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil
Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
And I ain’t lost the hunger, I’m eatin’ out the can still

Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now
I know they listenin’ like
This young nigga be killin’ this shit
Hip-hop is life’s Cîroc I’m ’bout to drop a pill in this shit
Let’s go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman’s call nigga

[Break]
Stunna, whattup blood?
“Whattup blood? What’s poppin’ my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it’s straight Cash Money, my nigga
So, it’s YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let’s get it poppin'”
Rich Gang
All the time one hunnit
Soo Woo

[Verse 2: Game]
New coupe, remove roof
I’m from where niggas’ll do your bitch and bitch niggas’ll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu
We puttin’ on magnums, taggin’ that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre’s shit
Niggas know I’m classic, I ain’t even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin’ styles, niggas be tracin’
Whether it’s me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can’t fuck with Jayceon
Let’s go

[Hook: Elijah Blake]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I’m glad to kill it some more
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No matter how hard you try
Can’t buy freedom
We’re far from being free
Yea we’re far from being free
We’re far from free

[Verse 3: Game]
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased
Niggas saying I’m underrated
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement
Let me find a gun to play with, I leave you niggas under pavement
Tell ’em they rent’s due, pay up or get cement shoes
All this dope be around, you act like I ain’t lean on that fence too
But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I’m into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a ginsu
My album like a ‘Rari, a lot of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer
I know the concept behind it is gon’ reach ya
Now turn this motherfucker up and blow speakers

Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let’s go

[Hook]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I’m glad to kill it some more
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No matter how hard you try
Can’t buy freedom
We’re far from being free
Yea we’re far from being free
We’re far from free

[Outro: Game]
And last but definitely not least
I wanna send a special shout out, to my nigga James Harden
Another Los Angeles nigga carrying rockets
Ballin’ on you bitches

[Skit: Kevin Hart]
Ay man, look
You done rocked with my nigga Game
First of all Game, shouts out to you
You put your foot in this album’s ass
Here’s the thing man
This is your public service announcement for free
This is from me, to you, and everybody who listens to this album
At the end of the day, man, you can’t be judged
If you a man to God, then be a man to God
If you a nigga from the streets, god damnit, be a nigga from the fucking streets
At the end of the day, you are who you are
God made you for a reason, man
Now I’m not saying go kill nobody
I ain’t saying go smack ya lady in the face
What I’m saying is, be who you think you are, man
Don’t mix that shit up
At the end of the day, look
Am I perfect? No
Do I want to be perfect? No
Does God know I’m not perfect?
Well that’s a fucking question mark, cause here’s the thing man
Cuz I’m praying at the wrong times of the day
That’s weird, and I’ll talk to you about that later
But man bottom line what I’m saying is this dude
Be you do you, can’t nobody judge you but you
And at the end of the day if you doing hat you supposed to
Then fuck it man!
You got one life! Live it!
With that being said
Pray for me




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