Tag: Jersey


Quavo – GIVE IT TO EM lyrics




Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
It’s Buddah Beats

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’m like Odell with the contracts (Odell)
Scratch that
I’m up fifteen mil, that’s a fun fact (Fifteen mil)
Bad bih, where you from? Give me some (Yeah)
Come back, send me drum, banana, ugh
Catch a contact, Met Gala, Kanye, one
Come back, run that, run that, ugh
Fuck her first, then you pay the rent (Smash)
Shit don’t make no sense (No)
Fourth down, I need every inch
Now we first and goal, bitch (Biatch)
Now it’s time to get outta control
Hell nah, I will never snitch (No)
Middle finger to the government (Twelve)
Ridin’ ’round, windows president (Skrrt, skrrt)
She like it face down, and her ass bent (Yeah)
She throw that shit around, you gon’ have a fit (Hey, yes sir)
Bust a move, bitch (Move, skrrt, skrrt)
Make the news, bitch (News)

[Chorus: Quavo & Saweetie]
When she geekin’, she be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga, into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby, hey)
I told her, “Give it to him, baby” (Yeah, woo)
I be geekin’ (Geekin’, geekin’)
I be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga (Break ’em)
Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby)
I told her, “Give it to ’em, baby” (Woo)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I had to turn the savage on (Savage, savage)
I had to turn the manners off (Woo)
First class, yeah, you sittin’ with him, baby (Woo)
First class, you sittin’ next to the boss (Huncho)
Big dope inside the loft (Big dope)
She said she too bad to knock it off (Woo)
At least that’s what you thought (What you thought)
It’s gettin’ real sad, the nigga ball (Nigga ball)
It’s like when ‘Melo came to the Hawks (‘Melo, ‘Melo)
He still got a jersey though (Jersey)
Way she work a nigga call him Deuce Bigalow
Pull up, bald head, lime green, Lamb’ Piccolo (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo & Saweetie]
I be geekin’ (Geekin’, geekin’)
I be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga (Break ’em)
Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby)
I told her, “Give it to ’em, baby” (Woo)
When she geekin’, she be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga, into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby, hey)
I told her, “Give it to him, baby” (Yeah, woo)




Dom Kennedy – Popularity Lyrics




[Intro]

[Verse]
You been on my mind since we met, love
So nasty they forgot what triple X was
I put two fingers up and all the experts
With Dom K she do her best work
In my world they judge a man by his net worth
Teach him how to buy clothes, not invest first
Chain hanging on my Gosha sweatshirt
The Grey Goose in my system make the Benz swerve
Don’t change who you are for popularity
If she trippin’ just let her leave
No shame in my game, I’ma let it be
Keep everything so letter G
She asked me how I know so many strippers
She asked me how I know so many strippers

[Chorus]
We been gettin’ it in
We been gettin’ it in (we have)
We been gettin’ it in
Shit, I ain’t gone front (no)

[Verse 2]
Since Troy Aikman, I been penetrating
Got authentic tags on my jersey’s
2 a.m. but to me it’s still early
And sometimes fine bitches curve me
I don’t get upset, I get massages
And 12 packs of Hanes socks at the Target
Been hit Balenc’, told em charge it
Stacks was against me cause I’m dark skin
Me and number 7 in the same boat
I love Malcolm X too, I got the game sewn
I don’t get to sell shit to get my chain froze
Diamond in the ruff, ya’ll rainbows
I got on all black with these Stan Smiths
Don’t make me have to hop another damn fence
Have me on the ropes but I’m Cassius
Pink Ace of Spade, no glasses

[Chorus]
We been gettin’ it in
We been gettin’ it in (we have)
We been gettin’ it in (haha)
Shit, I ain’t gone front (no)

[Outro]


Bryson Tiller – Self-Made


Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah


Bryson Tiller – Self-made Lyrics


BRYSON TILLER
Self-made Lyrics

Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller

Let’s go

Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, “How he purchase that himself?”

‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga
(made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga

And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me
(I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey
(I pull up, pull up)
f**king con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me

‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga
(made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga

Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want

Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah


Beenie Man – Astronaut Lyrics


(Verse 1)
Step out clean and fresh in a mi white Gucci slippers
White shorts and mi jersey a clippers
Snap back cap, rasta cyaa wear fittas
Gyal in a mi pool and rush mi like crittas
Then Poppy come check mi wid the powers
Some high grade ganja weh broad like a flowers
Drink some rum and Campari mi need the bitters
Joke start run in a the hours

(Chorus)
Dem think seh mi nuh have no teeth because mi naw laugh
Seh dem cut out mi tongue because mi naw talk
But mi a tell you seh mi head top blast off

Man fell like a astronaut
Am feeling high, high, high, high

Am feeling high, high
Man feel like a astronaut

A suh the party go hard
Drink up

A suh the party go hard
Smoke up

A suh the party go hard
Mi feel like a astronaut

A suh the party go hard
Drink up

A suh the party go hard
Smoke up

A suh the party go hard
Man feel like a astronaut

(Verse 2)
Music a play and a dozen gyal a whine up
A dozen more over deh suh waan join up
Application send in and gyal a line up
Yeah, and two dozen more a sign up
After that we and the whole a dem go link up
High grade a burn and wi a drink up
Gyal a pore more liquor in a the king cup
And a ask how mi suh serious

(Repeat Chorus 2X)


Bryson Tiller – Self-Made (True To Self Album)


Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah


King Lil G – Kennedy


[Intro]
Yeah, This Dedicated To My Dog In That Cell
Waiting For The Mail To Come
I Know You Probably Feel Like People Forgot About You
For My People Stuck In The Projects

[Verse 1]
Momma I’m Get You That House
You Always Wanted
In The Hills Of The City
Where Cops Never Patrol
Let Me Take You Back To ’96
Where Me & Black Kids Would Co-Exist
And Race Wouldn’t Exist
All We Wanted Was That 23 Jersey
By The Chicago Bulls
I Got Older
So I Had To Follow Prison Rules
They Separate Us
Give Us Guns
Want Us To Hate Us
Another Funeral
Checkmate
Homie They Played US
It’s Like A Dream
We Never Wake Up From
Trying To Ignore The Pain
We Just Blaze One Up
Momma Don’t Shed No Tears
My Intentions Are Great, Yeah
I’ll A Get You Out Of Section 8 Now
I Know You Hope I’ll Find A Righteous Girl
Remain Calm – Blindfolded
In A White Man’s World
The Streets Told Me Many Secrets
Either You Dying From A Gun Shot
Or Diabetes
If They Tell You That It’s Cancer
Then You’ll Never Beat It
Ask The Government
They’ll Tell You what It Is They Feed Us
They’ll Probably Put Me On The News
And Tell You That I’m A Hoodlum
Tell You Some Lies About Me
Like The Way They Did To Muslims
Rest In Peace
That’s The End Of Me
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
I’m Out

[John F. Kennedy]
The world is very different now
For man holds in his mortal hands

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

(Check It)

[Verse 2]
I Used To Look Out My Window
My Heartbeat Didn’t Match My Life’s Tempo
I Was Moving Quick
Hanging With The Troubled Kids
They Would Go To Class
And I Was Trying To Hustle This
Being Was Never Easy
I Could Never Lie
Half The Time I Was Blind
Gangsta Juvenile
A Single Woman On Welfare
Never Gave Up
Under Pressure
That’s The Only Way I Came Up
Now There’s No Telling Where I Might Be
Trying To Forget My Pain
Smoking Till My Eyes Bleed
I’m In The Dark
Trying To Turn On My High Beams
With A Couple Drugs Stuffed In My Nike’s
Cortez, Baggy Pants And A White-Tee
The Intention In My Soul
Is What Defines Me
I Wanna Be A Better Father
Than My Father Was
Become A Millionaire
And Kick It With My Youngest Son

[John F. Kennedy]
The power to abolish all forms of human poverty
And all forms of human life

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down


King Lil G – Kennedy Lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah, This Dedicated To My Dog In That Cell
Waiting For The Mail To Come
I Know You Probably Feel Like People Forgot About You
For My People Stuck In The Projects

[Verse 1]
Momma I’m Get You That House
You Always Wanted
In The Hills Of The City
Where Cops Never Patrol
Let Me Take You Back To ’96
Where Me & Black Kids Would Co-Exist
And Race Wouldn’t Exist
All We Wanted Was That 23 Jersey
By The Chicago Bulls
I Got Older
So I Had To Follow Prison Rules
They Separate Us
Give Us Guns
Want Us To Hate Us
Another Funeral
Checkmate
Homie They Played US
It’s Like A Dream
We Never Wake Up From
Trying To Ignore The Pain
We Just Blaze One Up
Momma Don’t Shed No Tears
My Intentions Are Great, Yeah
I’ll A Get You Out Of Section 8 Now
I Know You Hope I’ll Find A Righteous Girl
Remain Calm – Blindfolded
In A White Man’s World
The Streets Told Me Many Secrets
Either You Dying From A Gun Shot
Or Diabetes
If They Tell You That It’s Cancer
Then You’ll Never Beat It
Ask The Government
They’ll Tell You what It Is They Feed Us
They’ll Probably Put Me On The News
And Tell You That I’m A Hoodlum
Tell You Some Lies About Me
Like The Way They Did To Muslims
Rest In Peace
That’s The End Of Me
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
I’m Out

[John F. Kennedy]
The world is very different now
For man holds in his mortal hands

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

(Check It)

[Verse 2]
I Used To Look Out My Window
My Heartbeat Didn’t Match My Life’s Tempo
I Was Moving Quick
Hanging With The Troubled Kids
They Would Go To Class
And I Was Trying To Hustle This
Being Was Never Easy
I Could Never Lie
Half The Time I Was Blind
Gangsta Juvenile
A Single Woman On Welfare
Never Gave Up
Under Pressure
That’s The Only Way I Came Up
Now There’s No Telling Where I Might Be
Trying To Forget My Pain
Smoking Till My Eyes Bleed
I’m In The Dark
Trying To Turn On My High Beams
With A Couple Drugs Stuffed In My Nike’s
Cortez, Baggy Pants And A White-Tee
The Intention In My Soul
Is What Defines Me
I Wanna Be A Better Father
Than My Father Was
Become A Millionaire
And Kick It With My Youngest Son

[John F. Kennedy]
The power to abolish all forms of human poverty
And all forms of human life

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down


Monster Magnet – See You In Hell lyrics


A little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets sing like mescaline
They don’t get old
I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day
It looked just like the pillow you threw away

You were like a zombie
When you told me what you did that day
And I drove out to the meadowlands
To throw our baby away
What time and snow couldn’t bury
Years of forgotten guilt
That little body’s calling, rising up
From under a Jersey landfill

I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do
I just woke up the other night girl
And now I know what to do

I guess I’ll see you in hell

A creature’s waitin’ for a battle in the ancient swamp
Your pissing on the pyramids
Ain’t gonna move things along
So pack your scars and your makeup
And give your money to the poor
Cos you’ve been riding a twenty gauged ticket
Into reality’s door

The tv’s gone and you’ve been half an hour paid
And your punkrock band still sucks anyway
I was talking to Jesus through a hole in the floor
He said our time is up, we can’t stay anymore
No more

A little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets sing like mescaline
They don’t get old
I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day
It looked just like the pillow you threw away

I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do
I just woke up the other night girl
And now I know what to do

I guess I’ll see you in hell


Kap G – No New Friends Lyrics


[Intro: Quavo & Kap G]
I’mma get money (yeah yeah)
I’mma get money (yeah yeah)
We don’t need new friends (whoo)
Yeah, Kap G
I’mma get money, I’mma get money
Aye
We don’t need new friends

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ben Frank, that’s my bestie (Benjamin)
Countin’ money, I’m a leftie (leftie)
Feelin’ like I’m Wayne Gretzky (Wayne)
Got ’em dabbin’ at the ESPYs (dab)
Migo gang build legacy (Migo)
Calabasas out in Beverly (woah)
Nigga mad ’cause I’m walkin’ round piped up and you ain’t relevant (pipe it up)
Hundred thou’, I can match that (hundred thou’)
Back in the day, I didn’t have that (aye)
Na, ain’t goin’ back and forth (na)
‘Cause you niggas playin’ Pitty Pat (aye aye)
I bought the coupe, know where the keys at (vroom)
Land in Cali, where the trees at? (cookie)
Real nigga, yeah I bleed that (bleed)
OGs, bitch, seen that (uh)
Don’t run up on me like you know me (hold up)
Really y’all niggas owe me (y’all)
Came in with a new sound (whoo)
And the whole world stole it (they did)
They try to act like they don’t see it (damn)
They tryna act like they don’t hear it (damn)
Motherfuck a fake friend (fuck you)
I’m with my day one to the end (friend)

[Hook: Quavo]
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (aye)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (nope)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new aye)
We don’t need new friends (uh)
We don’t need new friends (yeah yeah)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends

[Verse 2: Kap G]
I had to stop stressin’ over these bitches
Got me some money, got me a crib
Saucin’ I drip, you in the VIP
I see how you live, these niggas do it
These niggas ain’t goin’ to the hood no more
[?] these niggas ain’t good no more
Got enough friends, I don’t need no more
I’m a CEO, I don’t need your hoe
Yeah, you know that they hate when you up
Yeah, [?]
Yeah, the police, they don’t give a fuck
Yeah, the police, they don’t give a fuck
Police shootin’ we, that shit weak (yeah yeah)
If you ain’t live the struggle, please don’t speak (yeah yeah)
I gotta watch out for backstabbers
I got your bitch on the Jack Daniels
She gon’ leave you with her airfare
Yeah, she gon’ leave you with her airfare
She want me to buy her the Birkie (yeah)
She want my last name on her jersey (yeah)
Tell me girl, which one you workin’? (tell me)
Tell me girl, which one you workin’?

[Hook: Quavo]
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (aye)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (nope)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new aye)
We don’t need new friends (uh)
We don’t need new friends (aye)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (ooh)


PnB Rock – Hanging Up My Jersey (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Verse 1 : PnB Rock]
I’m just keeping it a hunnit’
Girl fuck a fifty
I need a bad bitch who loyal and ain’t too mixy for me
Need a jawn to help me count this paper
I need a real chick with no filter on and no makeup
Cause I done been around the world
Fucked a bunch of girls
Yeah they talk that cuffing shit
But they all be with the shits
Yeah I done been around the world
Fucked a bunch of girls
But now I’m in a different space
Tired of all these bitches in my face

[Pre-Hook : PnB Rock]
So shawty will you act cause I’m around
I’m hanging up my jersey for you
When I find you Imma lock you down

[Hook : PnB Rock]
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down
I couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But Imma run it up regardless
And having you here is better
That’s the truth
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down too
Couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But if you really need me
Shawty please believe me
Know that I’ll always be there for you

[Verse 2 : Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl I bought a 911 and a new crib
I need a bad bitch to ride passenger
When I drive that shit
And she might tell me Dolla slow down, but she gone take that dick
She gonna take that D for Dolla
Cause I done been around the world
Fucked a lot of girls
Yeah they talk that cuffing shit
But still be with the shit
I done been around the world
Fucked a bunch of girls
But now I’m in a different space
Tired of all these bitches in my face

[Pre-Hook : PnB Rock]
So shawty will you act cause I’m around
I’m hanging up my jersey for you
When I find you Imma lock you down

[Verse 3 : PnB Rock]
I don’t really want to do nothing
Back then I ain’t do cuffin’
I was really on some savage shit
Out there looking for the baddest bitch
Once I hit it I was dashing quick
Fuck and duck I might’ve mastered it
Now I’m feeling like I changed now
Need a girl to be my main now
So where you been
Cause I’m looking for you
Got some plans and they all for you
I got bands and they all for you
Real nigga I’m just trynna spoil you
Want some sex but I know it’s more to you
Fuck your ex I could do more for you girl
I’m so tired of chasing these hoes
Can’t wait to call someone my own

[Hook : PnB Rock]
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down
I couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But Imma run it up regardless
And having you here is better
Thats the truth
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down too
Couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But if you really need me
Shawty please believe me
Know that I’ll always be there for you


PnB Rock – Hanging Up My Jersey Lyrics


[Verse 1 : PnB Rock]
I’m just keeping it a hunnit’
Girl fuck a fifty
I need a bad bitch who loyal and ain’t too mixy for me
Need a jawn to help me count this paper
I need a real chick with no filter on and no makeup
Cause I done been around the world
Fucked a bunch of girls
Yeah they talk that cuffing shit
But they all be with the shits
Yeah I done been around the world
Fucked a bunch of girls
But now I’m in a different space
Tired of all these bitches in my face

[Pre-Hook : PnB Rock]
So shawty will you act cause I’m around
I’m hanging up my jersey for you
When I find you Imma lock you down

[Hook : PnB Rock]
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down
I couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But Imma run it up regardless
And having you here is better
That’s the truth
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down too
Couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But if you really need me
Shawty please believe me
Know that I’ll always be there for you

[Verse 2 : Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl I bought a 911 and a new crib
I need a bad bitch to ride passenger
When I drive that shit
And she might tell me Dolla slow down, but she gone take that dick
She gonna take that D for Dolla
Cause I done been around the world
Fucked a lot of girls
Yeah they talk that cuffing shit
But still be with the shit
I done been around the world
Fucked a bunch of girls
But now I’m in a different space
Tired of all these bitches in my face

[Pre-Hook : PnB Rock]
So shawty will you act cause I’m around
I’m hanging up my jersey for you
When I find you Imma lock you down

[Verse 3 : PnB Rock]
I don’t really want to do nothing
Back then I ain’t do cuffin’
I was really on some savage shit
Out there looking for the baddest bitch
Once I hit it I was dashing quick
Fuck and duck I might’ve mastered it
Now I’m feeling like I changed now
Need a girl to be my main now
So where you been
Cause I’m looking for you
Got some plans and they all for you
I got bands and they all for you
Real nigga I’m just trynna spoil you
Want some sex but I know it’s more to you
Fuck your ex I could do more for you girl
I’m so tired of chasing these hoes
Can’t wait to call someone my own

[Hook : PnB Rock]
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down
I couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But Imma run it up regardless
And having you here is better
Thats the truth
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down too
Couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But if you really need me
Shawty please believe me
Know that I’ll always be there for you


PnB Rock feat. Ty Dolla $ign – Hanging Up My Jersey Lyrics


(Verse 1 – PnB Rock)
I’m just keeping it a hunnitg
Girl f**k a fifty
I need a bad bi**h who loyal and ain’t too mixy for me
Need a jawn to help me count this paper
I need a real chick with no filter on and no makeup
Cause I done been around the world
F**ked a bunch of girls
Yeah they talk that cuffing s**t
But they all be with the s**ts
Yeah I done been around the world
F**ked a bunch of girls
But now I’m in a different space
Tired of all these bi**hes in my face

(Pre Chorus – PnB Rock)
So shawty will you act cause I’m around
I’m hanging up my jersey for you
When I find you Imma lock you down

(Chorus – PnB Rock)
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down
I couldn’t run this s**t the way I really wanted
But Imma run it up regardless
And having you here is better
That’s the truth
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down too
Couldn’t run this s**t the way I really wanted
But if you really need me
Shawty please believe me
Know that I’ll always be there for you

(Verse 2 – Ty Dolla $ign)
Girl I bought a 911 and a new crib
I need a bad bi*h to ride passenger
When I drive that s**t
And she might tell me Dolla slow down, but she gone take that d**k
She gonna take that D for Dolla
Cause I done been around the world
Fucked a lot of girls
Yeah they talk that cuffing s**t
But still be with the s**t
I done been around the world
F**ked a bunch of girls
But now I’m in a different space
Tired of all these bi**hes in my face

(Pre Chorus – PnB Rock)
So shawty will you act cause I’m around
I’m hanging up my jersey for you
When I find you Imma lock you down

(Verse 3 – PnB Rock)
I don’t really want to do nothing
Back then I ain’t do cuffing
I was really on some savage s**t
Out there looking for the baddest bi**h
Once I hit it I was dashing quick
F**k and d**k I might’ve mastered it
Now I’m feeling like I changed now
Need a girl to be my main now
So where you been
Cause I’m looking for you
Got some plans and they all for you
I got bands and they all for you
Real ni**a I’m just trynna spoil you
Want some sex but I know it’s more to you
F**k your ex I could do more for you girl
I’m so tired of chasing these hoes
Can’t wait to call someone my own

(Chorus – PnB Rock)
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down
I couldn’t run this s**t the way I really wanted
But Imma run it up regardless
And having you here is better
Thats the truth
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down too
Couldn’t run this s**t the way I really wanted
But if you really need me
Shawty please believe me
Know that I’ll always be there for you


Matt Citron – Stay Down (Final Moments Of Forever Album)


[Hook]
Follow all the way don’t find a way out
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now
All my life been caught inside the chase now
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now

[Verse 1]
Conversations with you about God and where I’m going
And talks with God about you and those same topics
Want to buy my mom a summer house off in the tropics where she can worry about the water and not the contents in our wallets
Got some things moving and booming now it has to be major
Skipped on a major been running court the scores in my favor
Knew this was coming since Chapman Hall with the music playing
Only concerned with discussions from what the crew was saying
Like who was playing those records back in the early days
And who was checking me then
While looking back on those hurricanes in my freshman year so thankful when I took the flight
It changed my life when I played my cards and I rolled the dice
I talked to Ethan and told him I think that year was a dream we just got to live and those beats we kept on repeat just might take us above the rim and around the country if not the globe
Those big talks in a small room we just had to grow

[Hook]
Follow all the way don’t find a way out
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now
All my life been caught inside the chase now
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now

[Verse 2]
Run it back
Don’t ask to see it I’m not done with that
I need that peace of mind that you might be the one for that
Fly out the country got you wondering just where I’m at
And if we’re good and if I’m gon’ prove it just make it last
Just make it happen and shit the team gon’ push it forever
I got my shit together
I got my squad on my jersey from A-T-L to New Jersey I always knew it was worth it they kept me humble and working
Remember searching for purpose back in the day when my only focus was true connection
I guess it still is but now they move when I send a message
I send my best to ones who neglected to find perspective
Or fell off the map when they never figured to check directions
Scared I’m losing all my friends by working this hard
I say I’m working for y’all
But they don’t see it like that
Searching for balance between obsession and passion I might be passing the limit I go missing still bring it right back yeah

[Hook]
Follow all the way don’t find a way out
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now
All my life been caught inside the chase now
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now


Jerreau – Make A Play (M.A.P) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

October 26, 2016

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[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 1]
I had to run up the score, I had to get back
I had to run up the floor, I had to hustle
I had to stop fucking with ya’ll, I had to mature (yeah)
I had to start saving some more
So I had to start making some more
You don’t know how I did it cause I did it with out ya’ll
You wasn’t there no you wasn’t involved
Oh God, help me get this off
One of one, I’m good with those odds
And I ain’t taking nothing back from ya’ll
Don’t send no drinks we’ll send them back
And don’t send no shots, its the same with that
I was down bad, now I’m up, no missed lay ups
For 200 Ms, I might have to D Rose the knee up
Euro step to the bank, travel like I need a Beamer
All my niggas believers (yeah)
I don’t need no more people (no)
PJ Rose in the VIP with my feet up, in my Adidas

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 2]
Lights on just to front, I’mma pull up, hop out
Imma do my own stunts, Imma do how I want
First they love you then hate you, then they love you again
The same ones burning your jersey the same ones cheering again
But fuck it
Let em all in, invite em all in
Hop in that Benz, hop out of that Benz
Call all of your friends, tell all of your friends
We in Vegas at Wynn, she came through for the win
She pulled up for the win, on some game winning shit
This where it begins, this where it all ends
On some I started this shit, I’m gon’ finish this shit
And I’m not for the play, I’m in street clothes today
Study all of my tapes, then I’m back in the gym
I’m back on they heals, I’m back in LA
Shit I’m back in the hills, hit shorty like I need to score on this break
Thought I wanted a deal, I signed my deal, then got out of my deal
Free agent, for real but we did it for real
Shoutout all the niggas that all got me here, at least it was real
And that’s how I feel, now it’s a new feel

[Hook] x 2
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game


Eearz – Showin Love (feat. Slim Jxmmi & Jim Jones) letras

October 25, 2016

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[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
(Ear Drummers)
Ay E, we ain’t worried bout no haters this year
Sremmlife, E to the streets

[Hook: Eearz]
Oh they showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love

[Verse 1: Eearz]
Fuck the po’s from my Jersey
Just gon’ make ’em wanna murk me
But that big one won’t let ’em hurt me
Y’all niggas oh shit
Y’all niggas do not make me nervous
I stood up on all the curbs
I swear I done seen worse
Y’all niggas don’t want the work
I’m bout to show y’all boys the worst
Until they lay me in a hearse
And you can label me as first, uh
Icon in your eye
Champagne on they face
Every table I’ma stand
Ragtag with my mans
Damn we gon’ ride till the casket
Drummer need a bigger plot
To fit the jewels and the rocks
I better reach the climax
Walking and I made a (?)
At the top boy I’m locked on
Top chart, Billboard
I keep putting on where I’m from
And they show me so much love

[Hook: Eearz]
Oh they showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
These bitches niggas help me throw it off
Cop the foreign then show it off
Riding shotty, no sawed off
Hopping out of them four doors
My bitch packing that .44
Told the plug I need more raw
Cop cars you never saw before
Pop bottles in Audemar
Got the big crib, six rooms, AKs in my corridor
60k for that Audemar, bad bitches like Bora Bora
Uptown always had the work but I got it cheaper from Florida
Sold rugs from shore to shore
All facts, I’m sure, I’m sure
Whew look at my dab
Nah bitch look at this bag
200,000 look at the cash
Half of that bag I will put on your ass

[Hook: Eearz]
Oh they showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
I ain’t even from the city but they treat me like I own it
Breakfast in bed, good head in the morning
They showing all this love, they showing all this love
Put that on my mama, I’ll never be a scrub
Fucking bitches, popping bottles, smoking what I love
Bend it over, let me see it, like my name Bun
I said bend it over, let me see it, like my name Bun
You don’t wanna lose your bitch to a nigga this young
Feeling like I’m at the crib how they showing all this love
All the money that I’m getting, gotta thank the Man above
Everybody dapping, everybody want a hug
This one for my city, this one for my day ones
I say everybody dapping, everybody showing love
And this one for my city, this one here for my thugs

[Hook: Eearz]
Oh they showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love
I can’t forget my thugs and all of us is thugs
I do this shit for y’all, they showing all this love
They showing all this love, they showing all this love


Cakes da Killa – New Phone (Who Dis) (Hedonism Album) letras

October 25, 2016

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[Verse]
Really thought you was the Ken to my Barbie
I see I gotta dead you like Onika did Safaree
Quick to save face when we pumped through the lobby
Sucks that we couldn’t keep it buck, I’m sorry so…
Goodnight, booked flight, redeye on the West Coast
Promoters got my money so it’s on to the next show
All bark no bite, digging on my mental
Why you always fronting, keep it real it’s a essential
A smoking gun, razor blade on tongue
Mind games just for fun, should’ve hit it and run
Caught out on a limb, we should have kept it at done
Now I’m sitting in my feelings with my face on numb
Who’s that peeking in my window?
I guess they got the word out cause now your boy is single
I’ma hit the city up and I’m down to mingle
Player talking fly shit, I wonder what that mouth do

[Verse]
You think this shit is sweet like honey to a bee
I been attracting ballers and actors around me
I been here already, Jersey bred like Fetty
My come up is kinda steady so groupies be flocking heavy
The thirst is so cute, chickens up out the coop
They perched up on a roof just waiting on me to swoop
And here come my ex, he sitting there looking stressed
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like

[Interlude]
Yo it’s Cakes, if you got something sweet to say just leave your name and number after the beat, alright

[Pre-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?

[Chorus (2x)]
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don’t appreciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid

[Post-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?

[Verse]
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
Tummy getting flatter, ass getting fatter
Watch me serve it up, lil’ hex on a platter
And I’m blocking fools in my Gmail with the chatter
Watch me whip it up, top chef with the batter
New phone, who dis? Switch up my blueprints
Twist up my body on the ceiling leaving footprints
The best you ever had, had to re-up on some new shit
Feelings get you hurt coming at me on some rude shit

[Chorus]
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don’t appreciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid

[Post-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?


K Camp – Hungry N Lurkin letras

October 13, 2016

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[Intro]
Uh, ay
I’m just tryna elevate over all this bullshit
You hear me?

[Hook]
I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Verse 1]
I know one thing for certain
I know niggas that servin’
I know bitches that’s thirsty and I ball like I’m Kyrie Irving
Jumped in the game as a student now I feel like the teacher
Check them niggas that’s round you, make sure them niggas ain’t leachin’
Came to handle my business, that’s the reason you lookin’
Fell in love with my presence and now she in that bitch cookin’
I’m in Jersey like Snooki
Searchin’ round for them cookies
On that grind till December
Just hope you niggas remember that

[Hook]
I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Verse 2]
I made that choice to go harder
You ain’t loyal, why bother?
Must continue my saga
I learned my ways from my father
I learned my lessons while climbin’
I came in perfect timin’
Now I’m in, I’m like fuck it
But I’m in love with these diamonds
Bitch I’m in love with the shinin’
They want me to fall off
They want me to stop workin’
Bitch they want me to call off
But I’m love with these Benjies
And I’m in love with this music
If you ain’t know bitch I’m comin’
You better watch how you movin’

[Hook]
But I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Outro]
Let’s get it
I’m workin’, I’m workin’
Aye
Music Major
Slump


Pierce The Veil – King For A Day lyrics

October 10, 2016

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[Verse 1]
Vic:
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge,
Kellin:
I bet you never had a Friday night like this.
Vic:
Keep it up keep, it up let’s raise our hands,
Kellin:
I take a look up in the sky and I see red.
Vic:
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy,
Red for the drink that’s mixed with suicide.
Kellin:
Everything red.

[Pre-Chorus: Kellin]
Please won’t you push me for the last time,
Let’s scream until there’s nothing left
So sick of playing, I don’t want this anymore.
The thought of you is no fucking fun.
You want a martyr, I’ll be one
Because enough’s enough,
We’re done.

[Chorus: Vic]
You told me, “think about it”
Well I did, now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore
I’m tired of begging for the things that I want,
I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor.

[Verse 2: Vic]
The thing I think I love
Will surely bring me pain;
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame.
Three cheers for throwing up,
Pubescent drama queen.
You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late.

[Pre-Chorus: Kellin]
(Scream) until there’s nothing left!
So sick of playing, I don’t want to anymore.
The thought of you is no fucking fun,
You want a martyr I’ll be one,
Because enough’s enough we’re done.

[Chorus: Vic]
You told me, “think about it”, well I did,
Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore.
I’m tired of begging for the things that I want,
I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
Kellin:
Imagine living like a king someday,
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
And if the bass shakes the earth underground,
Vic & Kellin:
We’ll start a new revolution now!

[Hook: Vic]
(Alright here we go)
Hail Mary, forgive me,
Blood for blood, hearts beating.
Come at me, now this is war.
Fuck with this new beat!
Oh!

[Bridge]
Vic:
NOW!
Kellin:
Terror begins inside a bloodless vein,
Vic:
I was just a product of the street youth rage.
Kellin:
Born in this world without a voice or say,
Vic:
Caught in the spokes with an abandoned brain.
Kellin:
I know you well but this ain’t a game,
Vic:
Blow the smoke in diamond shape,
Vic & Kellin:
Dying is a gift so,
Just close your eyes and rest in peace.

[Chorus: Vic]
You told me “think about it”, well I did,
Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore.
I’m tired of begging for the things that I want,
I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
Kellin:
Imagine living like a king someday,
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
We are the shadows screaming take us now

[Outro: Vic]
We’d rather die than live to rust on the ground.
Shit