Tag: New York


Jadakiss – Professional Hood Shit Lyrics




[Verse]

Yo Kiss of Death, letting the semi ring
You know they say if you don’t stand for nothing
You’ll fall for anything
Preferably I’d rather hustle than do stick ups
Call me, your number’s blocked, I ain’t gon’ pick up
This is much more than you seeing
And you touch more when you ringing
I’m in a four door european
Still going through the nonsense y’all
Listening to niggas bullshitting on the conference call
Till you leave them with open flesh
My base got the fiends damn near
Smoking they self to death
You can feel it inside you heart
My life is a double edged sword
And both sides are sharp
It’s facts in the talk
I’m the only nigga right now
That can bring the game back to New York
And I don’t wanna hear jack
You got a gun? Where it at?
Coupe is the same color as the nine-five Air Max
Yeah I’m a gentle boss that’ll send you back to heaven
Make a nigga dental floss with the Mac-11
In front of the store, breaking down on a crate
I’m working out now and not eating after eight
Let ’em know I’m a monster right now
And the empire’s about to be conquered right now
And all you gon’ hear about is Yonkers right now
And I own a couple pair of shoes…
Yeah but I’m the don of Nike Town
The haze is purple, the diesel is sour
It’s a shame that most people evil with power
But the key to surviving, dog, is logic
And it’s a lot riding on this project
All I know is death is coming nigga
And getting money is the object




Ludacris – Vices




[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Verse 1]
Pop a couple bottles
I took a couple shots
I done fucked a couple models
I done fucked a couple thots
But from Seattle to Atlanta
From Philly to the bay
The only loyal bitch I know
Is a bitch named Tanqueray
She gets me right everytime
Ain’t never no fussing or fighting
She said she’ll always be mine
Thats why I cuff her and wife her
Now thats through sickness and wealth
All the way ’til death do us part
Ever since I saw her on the shelf
I knew we’d always be together from the start
And she tell me when my cups half empty
I tell her when the bottles half full
And I can’t get enough so don’t tempt me
Sometimes she’s chased with redbull
Sometimes I have to re-up
‘Cause I want to be with her all the time
‘Cause everyone’s got vices
I just want to come clean with mine

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

(Verse 2)
Rolled a couple fat ones
I Passed around the dank
I smashed a couple bad ones
I smashed a couple skanks
From Cali to Carolina
New York to Tijuana
The only Mary I know is
A faithful hoe named marijuana
I be draped in all designer
Won’t can’t me in nothing less
Than a couple thousand dollars
Success will just make em swallow
Good sex will just make them holler
Good weed will just make it better
And ease the stress in my mind
As I continue to goin get this cheddar
Better roll it, lick it and then light it
Puff puff, pass that thing around
Everyday, I gets excited
‘Cause this here, came from the ground
And it was put, on the earth to smoke it
I can’t think, of a better time
To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it
‘Cause I know I can’t decline

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Outro]
Worry about your own fucking life x4
Stay the fuck out of mine x4
I’m aight bitch…


LUDACRIS – Vices lyrics


Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Verse 1]
Pop a couple bottles
I took a couple shots
I done f*cked a couple models
I done f*cked a couple thots
But from Seattle to Atlanta
From Philly to the bay
The only loyal bitch I know
Is a bitch named Tanqueray
She gets me right everytime
Ain’t never no fussing or fighting
She said she’ll always be mine
Thats why I cuff her and wife her
Now thats through sickness and wealth
All the way ’til death do us part
Ever since I saw her on the shelf
I knew we’d always be together from the start
And she tell me when my cups half empty
I tell her when the bottles half full
And I can’t get enough so don’t tempt me
Sometimes she’s chased with redbull
Sometimes I have to re-up
‘Cause I want to be with her all the time
‘Cause everyone’s got vices
I just want to come clean with mine

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

(Verse 2)
Rolled a couple fat ones
I Passed around the dank
I smashed a couple bad ones
I smashed a couple skanks
From Cali to Carolina
New York to Tijuana
The only Mary I know is
A faithful hoe named marijuana
I be draped in all designer
Won’t can’t me in nothing less
Than a couple thousand dollars
Success will just make em swallow
Good sex will just make them holler
Good weed will just make it better
And ease the stress in my mind
As I continue to goin get this cheddar
Better roll it, lick it and then light it
Puff puff, pass that thing around
Everyday, I gets excited
‘Cause this here, came from the ground
And it was put, on the earth to smoke it
I can’t think, of a better time
To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it
‘Cause I know I can’t decline

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Outro]
Worry about your own f*cking life x4
Stay the f*ck out of mine x4
I’m aight bitch…


DMX Is Sober and Packed On A Lot Of Weight Since Rehab


DMX is not only sober, he has packed on a ton of weight since going to rehab and it’s pretty evident in the video clip below.

The legendary rapper checked into rehab in August after copping a deal with to avoid house arrest. Seems it was the best thing that ever happened to him because not only is he sober, but he gained over 40 pounds according to sources. A TMZ photographer caught up with the DMX today while going to court and asked him about his weight gain and the status of his tax evasion case.

The photographer asked him if its true that he put on 40 lbs and how much does he weigh now. “I don’t know. you have a scale?” X responded jokingly. He was later asked what kind of diet he was on and he said he eats captain crunch cereal. The entire exchange with the paparazzo was hilarious, but it’s X’s health and image that everyone is zooming in on. Before going into rehab, he looked frail and overall not in his best shape. But now he looks a lot more energetic and upbeat. So you can conclude that rehab has been good to him and he should probably do more rehab to ensure that he stays off drugs.

DMX is reportedly clean and sober and has been that way for weeks now, according to sources close to the rapper. He also got a big break in court recently when a judge gave him the green light to travel this fall to other states for touring so he can make some money. There are some reports that he is having some financial troubles and is next to broke because he has been unable to leave the state of New York for touring or any other reasons. He also has child support cases to deal with in court which also put some strain on his finances.


Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih)


[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park


Dawsin s breek – Ty Dolla Sign lyrics


Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – Dawsin s breek

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
I got a brand new coupe,
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park,
I put that b*tch in park.(dawsin s breek)

Brrrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you h**s
Brrrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new h**s
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my b*tch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that b*tch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that b*tch in park.

Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My b*tch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
Versuri-lyrics.info
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in parkkk.(dawsin s breek)
Ty Dolla Sign lyrics
Video breek


Cardi B Blast Her Haters Who Calling Her One-Hit Wonder


Cardi B is letting her haters know that she is still winning and not a one-hit wonder.

To be fair to the New York rapper, her breakout single “Bodak Yellow” is currently at number two on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and could very well make it to number one. If that is not winning then what else does she have to do to earn more respect. Some fans are saying that she needs another hit to prove herself. In a post on Instagram, Cardi B let the haters know that she is coming from nothing so that in itself is winning.

“Coming from nothing isn’t winning, doing everything they said I couldn’t because of my stripper past isn’t winning, taking care of my family isn’t winning, reaching the top of the billboard charts when everybody said NO isn’t winning?” she wrote. “If this ain’t winning sis you tell me what is!! I know you must be so busy and overbooked that finding the time to give me “advice” was hard!! But I talk to Christ and my mother everyday and I don’t need it!!”

Some folks then responded saying that being busy doesn’t mean that your winning, while others think that she has to prove that she is not another one-hit wonder. Are some fans being too critical of Cardi B and should give her props where its due, in particular for scoring one of the biggest rap songs this year.

Coming from nothing isn't winning, doing everything they said I couldn't because of my stripper past isn't winning, taking care of my family isn't winning, reaching the top of the billboard charts when everybody said NO isn't winning??? If this ain't winning sis you tell me what is!! I know you must be so busy and overbooked that finding the time to give me "advice" was hard!! But I talk to Christ and my mother everyday and I don't need it!!

A post shared by Cardi B Official IG (@iamcardib) on Sep 8, 2017 at 8:14am PDT


Young Thug – Don’t Make You Real Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye, ah, yeah
She like to fuck, we [?]
Diamonds on me bling
Yeah, yeah, you know they

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Parked the [?] right into the Rolls
All these diamonds wet like Cancún
‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
100 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon
Ain’t no need for you
Never gon one night you
I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few
Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs
Stacking tall like [?]
Everyday young nigga dreaming
Real boss without the [?]
Red cross [?]
Bout to swish this shit up like I’m Mase
I beat this case but I don’t drink but I bought a case
My diamonds [?] call me [?]
I’m out in the streets bout to motherfuckin’ race

[Hook: Duggie]
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
It’s a lotta fuck niggas with money to be honest

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah)
My diamonds hit from the floor
I ain’t talkin’ STD, but I’m bout to takin’ the wall (takin’ the wall)
I drink Act’ like I’m bored, I drink it everyday it’s a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps
[?] I’m fresher than a [?]
Cops get off me
I called it y’all, I’m handcuffed
You can see the difference in my mug shot
I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up


Josh Turner – Hometown Girl lyrics


She grew up around here on that southwest side
Where the corn grows up to the road side
Went to high school here, got that Panther pride
She’ll be cheering them on every Friday night

She couldn’t hide her beauty with a baseball cap
Couldn’t help but shine with a heart like that
New York called when she turned 21
But she never forgot where she came from

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

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Her mamma’s mamma was born right here
And her roots run deeper than that old town square
She’s a good girl but she’s not uptight
She can rise and shine and she can hang all night

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

She’s got an old soul, she’s the salt of the earth
When she gives her love she knows what it’s worth
There’s a lot of pretty girls out there to me
But there’s nothing like the one right across the street

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl


Cold War Kids – La River (La Divine Album)


On the LA river
On the LA river
I know it’s familiar
But tell me why you wanna stay in New York
Why you wanna stay in New York
But you don’t know anyone
And you can’t find the right chord
On the LA river
On the LA river
Come on, come on, come on
On the LA river


Harry Styles – Ever Since New York (On SNL) (Live)


[Verse 1]
Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s it waiting for
Must desert you just before you go

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

[Verse 2]
Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know


Kim Wilde – Kids In America


Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone’s moving
I can feel the heat but it’s soothing, heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town (downtown)
The young ones are going
(Downtown) the young ones are growing
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look, boy, don’t check on your watch, not another glance
I’m not leaving now, honey, not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later, baby, you’ll be saying nevermind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind (kind hearts)
Don’t make a new story
(Kind hearts) don’t grab any glory
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la, sing!
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
Come closer, honey, that’s better
Got to get a brand-new experience, feeling right
Oh, don’t try to stop, baby, hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside suburbia’s sprawling everywhere
I don’t want to go, baby
New York to east California
There’s a new wave coming, I warn ya
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la, sing!
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America


HARRY STYLES – Ever Since New York lyrics


Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s in waiting for
Must desert you just before you go

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know…
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know…

Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know


Homeboy Sandman – Bamboo


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aight?
Yo, this is going out to my main man Aja yo the translator, yo
Yo, I’m recording this in Tokyo with an engineer that don’t speak english y’know what I’m saying?
And gotta catch a train that shuts down in ten minutes, y’know what I’m saying?
We gonna get it right though

[Verse 1]
Sand is making art again, pardon him
He’ll relieve himself on any lawn that needs watering
That’s how come the DJs give him ads ad nauseum
Cause it that gardening
He’ll get it popping in the UK Parliament
He’ll get it popping like the kumite tournament
He’ll get it popping like all the guys in Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
He’ll leave you hanging like a holiday ornament (holy shit)
Name all in your mouth like it was Poligrip
Now the kid is sicker than his azazel with a nasal drip and ain’t a bit
Nervous at your service motherfuckers, free the slaves to save the union, move some units keep it moving like a trucker
Out in Brooklyn I’ll be looking at the clouds, New York’s dead
Out in Brooklyn I’ll be looking at the clowns, there be crowds of them homie there be droves of them, loads of them
But you know something? Yo, I don’t even mind I just put it in a rhyme ’cause they rhyme
Predecessor to the iPhone
Was a eye for a eye
All the glory be to God so I god glorify
The cornea of the storm and end a story going hahaha
No L-O-L, lift you like a kettlebell, word to mother chocolate covered caramel
I will tell the devil he can go to hell before I take an L
Go for dolo, take a photo and I can flow like Quasimoto
Ring the bell that’s why I hold it the belt
Bald and bearded kind of build
Quick to lace a doubter with a cow to milk
Plus I got a goddess i protect from getting hurt or getting killed, not only that but if I was Scottish I would probably rock a kilt
Most slept on, but i’ll fluff your pillow for a half a mil’
I might just pick a weeping willow or a daffodil
But wait i need to take a pill to chill
And I never say lit or swag or trill
Not the type to drop a body in a landfill
More the type you might find partying to Johnny Gill
When I was two months old my uncle taught me how to grill
Then nicknamed me ‘The Carpenter’ ’cause I knew how to build
First so was the Legos then it was with Play-Doh
People said that’s dangerous in the cradle, really what do they know?
The boner made of caramel part sweet potato
Owner of the parallel parked winnebago


In my coupe – Rich the Kid feat. Famous Dex lyrics


Lyrics Rich the Kid – In my coupe

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

Bad b*tch, I’ma bust on her titties
Good lean gotta f*ck up my kidneys
More money gotta flex on these b*tches
f*ck her in the Rari, switching positions
I was broke, I had to get it
I was trappin’ out the kitchen
Selling dope I do the dishes
Trappin’ yeah right on the stove, may God be my witness
He say he get money but I need a witness
Boy yo’ money shorter than midgets
Ice on me got my frigid
Toke nice niggas know you missin’
Magazine model sucking me sloppy
Rich Forever Way they wanna copy
Play with me, they’ll be finding your body
Wake up, I’ma buy a Bugatti.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

I got that money on me
I got these diamonds on me
Rich Forever be my team
Don’t trap where you stay, man they call the police
Come correct when you talking to me
Niggas sleeping but that money don’t stop
I’ma stack it and go get me a watch
Bad b*tch suck me up on a yacht
I’m in New York like I’m 50
f*ck her so good that she miss me
I was hustlin’, counting pennies
Now my money to the ceiling
Wait, I get the Lamb and they rent it
I ain’t been broke in a minute
Versuri-lyrics.info
I remember pockets empty
I get the guap, yeah I got the digits.

Jay what up bro
Rich what up bro
Rich Forever 3 on the way know what im sayin’
Just do all types of sh*t
Ooh, wait, yeah, oohhh.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jonesss.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video coupe


Joey Bada$$ – Super Predator (feat. Styles P) (All-Amerikkkan Bada$$ Album)


[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, just ride with a nigga
America’s number one, you can bet on ya life!
Statik Selektah
Ride with a nigga like
America’s number one, you can bet on ya life!

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Call me the general, pushing that new agenda through
For my millennials, troubled youth and the felons too
Tryna be perennial, but chance of livin’ is minimal
She critical, exactly what made my niggas criminals
Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain’t no miracle
Word to Steezy, I’ma keep this shit lyrical
‘Til I fall out my physical, all my verses is biblical, uh
Flowin’ religiously, my delivery spiritual, uh
Feelin’ invincible, this here is nothin’ new
This is just principle, take notes, if I were you
They say I’m a clumsy king, how I be droppin’ jewels
But see, the funny thing is I got lots to lose
Never no fucks to give, only one life to live
So I exchange my negative for a positive and it’s all
Good Lord, the pen is way mighty than the sword
Who want war? I told you before

[Pre-Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
How I kicked in the door
With the rugged raw, back just to reinstall
What you niggas thought it was?
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a comer up
I can teach you a lesson
How to get your hunger up
Homie ya
How I kicked in the door
With the rugged raw back just to reinstall
What you niggas thought it was?
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a come up
About to teach you a lesson
How to get your fuckin’ hunger up, nigga

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Super predator, filthy AmeriKKKa
Burn the newspapers and the editors
My dead presidents ain’t dead enough
Blew a zip to the head, still ain’t red enough
Pray to Jesus, hope he got you
No I’m not a chicken, I never listen to FOX News
Niggas built the country but never givin’ they props due
Payin’ for my people, I’m still payin’ for my pops dues
I’m royalty, my momma said it
I’m gold hearted, I’m scum headed
Lost soul in a promised land of promises
Gotta mask on, but no, I’m not anonymous
Built on my lonely, no accomplices
Light a L up for my accomplishments
I’m a real nigga, it’s not a lot of ’em
If they were, then the cops probably shot at ’em

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, I stomp the grounds in my Timberlands
Ain’t nothin’ colder than New York when that December in
The coldest shoulders, from average Joes and the simple mans
I pack the heat ’cause I’m known around to be simmerin’
That mean I’m finna hit the boilin’ point like real soon
Man, I’ve been heatin’ up, my self esteem been on the moon
The flow is hotter than volcanic craters near the equator
Any debaters is simply haters, they know that I’m greater
I be countin’ my paper, forever fuck all the majors
Did it all on my own, don’t owe nobody no favors
It’s clear, I’m heir to the throne, I’ve been the best in my zone
Internationally known, forever Brooklyn’s own
I mean, come on, but here’s for the Presidents, the Congressmen, the Senators
Who got us all slavin’ while they reapin’ all the benefits
Got the world thinkin’ that it’s true ’bout what they said of us
AmeriKKKa’s worst nightmare, the super predator


The Underachievers – Final Destination


[Verse 1: AK The Savior]
Vision like Tarantino, Tarot card said I’m a leader
On terrace blowing reefer, this shit might just blow your speaker
Sit back recline my feet up, bitch so bad she get a D+
Don’t let them lies deceive ya, ain’t no preacher go’n free ya
No limit young miller walked the Earth like Godzilla
Frequent deposit gain and profit like some God niggas
We be the topic open eyes and see the lord’s picture
Don’t need facade we going hard don’t let the law with us
Go go till I’m finished yeah my eyes like Forrest Whitaker
Except you lookin’ sinister, she bless me like the minister
Stomach for my dinner plus why y’all fools lookin’ thin as fuck
‘Chout for my agenda breh
No seconds I’m a winner, yeah

[Hook: Issa Gold]
Nigga grip, apply the pressure load the clip with sixty rounds
Niggas pull it on the set but yeah I bet they see me now
Niggas flip up off the shit but bet that shit come back around
Spent a check upon the set I think we blew like fifty pounds
Put the bag out, I can’t do the cash out
Never was a trick in Spanish, shit for me to smash out
Smokin’ ’till she pass out
She sippin’ to the last drop
Pimpin’, see me walkin’ with a limp
Yeah I’m the man now

[Verse 2: Issa Gold]
Herbal essence xanny sippin’ copped a pound of smoke don’t flip it
Nickname Iron Man the legend in the game like Carl Ripkin nigga
Twitter finger dissin’ kidnap him, we get him missin’
Resurrect the Junior M.A.F.I.A. the new age on commission
Know these chicks in the snow they like to sniff that powder
I’m finessin’ up off the green you know I love the sour
My niggas call me for the flex I showed up in a hour
You know we gettin’ to the checks that paper came with power
Kickin’ bitches out like Pam nigga, I ain’t call a cab
New York gritty in my veins don’t get ya lil’ homie smacked
Blow the reefer by the pound
Propeller flying off the gram, circus niggas fuck with clown my team the lion tamers style
Thoughts is worth a million, I know pennies out my mouth yeah yeah
I twist my wrist I’m whippin’ nigga never drought, yeah yeah
That beemer dippin’, reefer kickin fuckin’ loud yeah yeah
And all my kings is on a mission for the crown you hear me now

[Hook: Issa Gold]
Nigga grip, apply the pressure load the clip with sixty rounds
Niggas front it on the set but yeah I bet they see me now
Niggas flip up off the shit but bet that shit come back around
Spent a check upon the set I think we blew like fifty pounds
Put the bag out, I can’t do the cash out
Never was a trick in Spanish, shit for me to smash out
Smokin’ ’till she pass out
She sippin’ to the last drop
Pimpin,’ see me walkin’ with a limp
Yeah I’m the man now

[Verse 3: AK The Savior]
Yeah nigga I’m the man now
Trippin’ thats a man down
Trippin’ in this bathhouse
She quick to pull her pants down
Gotta keep my distance cause these girls think I’m they man now
Circle don’t get bigger
No new niggas on my campground
Yeah nigga I’m the man now
Trippin’ thats a man down
Trippin’ in this bathhouse
She quick to pull her pants down
Gotta keep my distance cause these girls think I’m they man now
Circle don’t get bigger
No new niggas on my campground

[Hook: Issa Gold]
Nigga grip, apply the pressure load the clip with sixty rounds
Niggas pull it on the set but yeah I bet they see me now
Niggas flip up off the shit but bet that shit come back around
Spent a check upon the set I think we blew like fifty pounds
Put the bag out, I can’t do the cash out
Never was a trick in Spanish, shit for me to smash out
Smokin’ ’till she pass out
She sippin’ to the last drop
Pimpin’, see me walkin’ with a limp
Yeah I’m the man now


Too many years – Kodak Black lyrics


Lyrics Kodak Black – Too many years

I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind.

‘Cause I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind.

I told my mama we gon’ be fine
So I’m up all night way after sleep time
I’m just thinkin’ ‘bout Lil Kuda
Gave my dog a dime versuri-lyrics.info
He put a buckshot in a nigga’s behind
No daddy so I grew up to the street life
But my son, I’ma keep him in the beehive
Scheming on a heist, I need to change my life
Been geekin’ all night, I’m going senile
With two niggas toting three 4-5’s
I seen a nigga play gangsta, then he broke down
Lost a lot, lost his mind in the courthouse
I’m on XXL, I’m in New York now.

‘Cause I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind.

I keep thinkin’ ‘bout my niggas
I think I need a jigga
I would keep on falling victim
Lost up in the system
Miss my brothers and my sisters
Damn I miss my lil one
I know sometimes I be tripping
But I just miss my niggas
I got codeine in my liver
I gave the judge a piece of me
I’m too street for the industry
But I think that’s where I need to be
‘Cause verbally, mentally, and physically I keep that heat
Me and my brother fit in
We smoking one with PnB
Niggas say they f*ck with me
But lowkey they be easin’ me
b*tches don’t mean shit to me
People tryna sentence me
How a youngin’ posted on the street, gon’ call it Sesame
1K ‘til the death of me, don’t put your life in jeopardy.

I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewinddd.
Kodak Black lyrics
Video years


Kodak Black – Too Many Years (feat. PnB Rock)


I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
‘Cause I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
I told my mama we gon’ be fine
So I’m up all night way after sleep time
I’m just thinkin’ ‘bout Lil Kuda
Gave my dog a dime
He put a buckshot in a nigga’s behind
No daddy so I grew up to the street life
But my son, I’mma keep him the beehive
Scheming on a heist, I need to change my life
Been geekin’ all night, I’m going senile
With two niggas toting three .45’s
I seen a nigga play gangsta, then he broke down
Lost a lot, lost his mind in the courthouse
I’m on XXL, I’m in New York now
I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
I keep thinkin’ ‘bout my niggas
I think I need a jigga
Why we keep on falling victim
Lost up in the system
Miss my brothers and my sisters
Damn I miss my lil one
I know sometimes I be tripping
But I just miss my niggas
I got codeine in my liver
I gave the judge a piece of me
I’m too street for the industry
But I think that’s where I need to be
‘Cause verbally, mentally, and physically I keep that heat
Me and my brother fit in
We smoking one with PnB
Niggas say they fuck with me
But lowkey they be easin’ me
You bitches don’t mean shit to me
People tryna sentence me
How a youngin’ posted on the street, gon’ call it Sesame
One K ‘til the death of me, don’t put your life in jeopardy
I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind


Hard to love – Matthew Koma lyrics


Lyrics Matthew Koma – Hard to love

I rule the world from my sweat pants
I got a bitchin’ collection of headbands
I don’t wanna go out and see your friend’s band
Tell me when you had enough, enough, enough’s enough
I’m OCD with panic attacks
I got a thing for Japanese dry snacks
My voice was on like every fuckin’ house track
Tell me when you heard enough, enough, enough’s enough.(hard to love)

But hear me out this time my love
I’m tryna be someone you want
Your friends will tell you “Whitney, are you taking drugs?
You see something no one else does”.

‘Cause I’m hard to love
I’m hard to love
Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to love
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee
My heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to loveee.

Day and night at the studio
When I get home I reek of weed and I’m moody though
You say you can’t pick up and follow when my tummy rolls
I got a red eye to New York, tomorrow we’ll talk
And if you want a true gentleman versuri-lyrics.info
That’s a sport that I don’t got any medals in
I’m a sole that your shoes oughtta settle in
Show me a little bit of trust, just a touch.

But hear me out this time my love
I’m tryna be something I’m not
Your friends will tell you “Whitney, are you taking drugs?
Smoke ’em from his little black plugs”.

‘Cause I’m hard to loveee
I’m hard to loveee
Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to love
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one
Plus I’m just hard to loveee.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby
So why don’t you thrill me
Versuri-lyrics.info
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby
So why don’t you thrill me.

Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to loveee
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee.

Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love.

But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus, but I’m hard to loveee.
Matthew Koma lyrics
Video love


PnB Rock – We Can Try Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Aye
Bad lil shawty she from New York city, aye
Met at my show she was supper pretty, aye
Got her number text her like you should get with me, aye
She said send a uber and she gon get wit me
She came with some of her friends
They linked with some of my friends
We smoked we got high
Caught each others vibe
We chilled and we rolled up again
Said she wanna be a dancer and she wanna be a actress
I said she can have it all, just as long as I can have her, yea

[Pre-Hook]
Girl you know you the one
And I can’t even lie
A nigga play if he wants
When it come to you I would die
Yea I know we just met
But I swear I got a better side
I don’t wanna fall in love
But fuck it tho we can try it
Yea uhhh
Fuck it tho we can try it
Yeahh ohhh ohhh

[Hook]
Maybe we should try it
Don’t you be so silent
We can see just where it goes x2
Maybe we should try it
Don’t you be so silent
And we can see how far it goes
We can see how far it goes

[Verse 2]
Don’t be shy let it be
Shawty I got what you need
I usually don’t be on no cuffing shit
But girl you got me on some other shit
You got all these bitches hating
Cause I’m the one that they be chasing
I can stare at you no blanket
Let me change your situation
Shawty don’t play cause I got you
I’m like 6’2 you like 5’2
It ain’t never hard for me to spot you
Hit the bape store you know I shop for you
Don’t trip cause I got you
I’m like 6’2 you like 5’2
It ain’t never hard for me to spot you
Hit the bape store you know I shop for you

[Pre-Hook]
And girl you know you the one
And I can’t even lie
A nigga play if he wants
When it comes to you I would die
Yea I know we just met
But I swear I got a better side
I don’t wanna fall in love
But fuck it tho we can try it
Fuck it tho we can try it x2
Ouuu ouuuu

[Hook]
Maybe we should try it
Don’t you be so silent
We can see just where it goes x2
Maybe we should try it
Don’t you be so silent
We can see how far it goes x2


Juelz Santana – D-Up (feat. Jim Jones & Migos)


[Intro: Offset]
You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!

[Verse 1: Offset]
Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother bitch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
Fuckin’ that bitch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so fuck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 488 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my bitch she a barbie (barbie)
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye)

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Juelz Santana]
Championship on my ring
I make my bitches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
Fucking your bitches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb fucks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
Fuck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, bitch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

[Verse 3: Jim Jones & Quavo]
I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)


Horrorshow – My Time (Bardo State Album)


[Intro: Solo]
This is my time
This is my, this is my, this is my time
Spitting my rhyme
Spitting my, spitting my, spitting my rhyme
Yeah I’m hitting my stride
Hitting my, hitting my, hitting my stride
Yeah, this is my time
This is my, this is my, this is my (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Solo]
Ain’t a damn thing funny
Some of these dudes seem to print money but they’re counterfeit
But I don’t really blame ‘em
It’s all in the game man, shit, that’s just how it is
But it do piss me off
When they run around town and they flaunt like they’re proud of it
Well you can catch me with the clique
Holding up two fingers while I tell ‘em snap out of it
Like I was being rude to the waiter
As if I’d do that, I’m a smooth operator (Operator)
None greater this side of the equator
Never cater to lowest common denominator
And we prolly never gonna make the top ten
Thinking that’s the object, then you’re wrong then
They got us locked out, so we got it locked in
So come and pop in, we can get it poppin’
Now my body filling up with the toxins
Running out of time, running out of options
Sooner or later I’ma be up in a coffin
But this is now homie, not then

[Pre-Chorus: Turquoise Prince (Solo)]
‘Cause this is my time
I can feel it weighing on my mind
Knowing it will only slow me down
(I don’t wanna wait) I don’t wanna wait
(For another day) Not another day
(I don’t wanna wait) I don’t wanna wait
‘Cause I’ve got

[Chorus: Turquoise Prince]
One foot in the grave
One foot in the car
One accelerates
And one takes me too far
One step towards the light
Still blinded by the dark
One foot in the grave
I’m right back at the start

[Verse 2: Solo]
Look
I ain’t like these rappers (I ain’t like these rappers)
They just take the easy way out
Me, I like a challenge (Me, I like a challenge)
Put the grey disc in, then I hit spin, ever since
I been tryna find a balance (Tryna find a balance)
Hoping that it all weighs out (Weighs out)
But if you’re thinking anybody gon’ remember
Where they were on the day when your CD came out?
No way, sending shots like I’m buying José
Oh word, it’s your year? You don’t say
Gotta watch out for the fakes
They just do a good impression like a Monet
In the zone like I’m throwing strikes
But it ain’t happen overnight, did it?
We been putting in the overtime
Hoping that it coincide
So I’ma start where I am
Use what I have, do what I can
And when the road zigzag, whiplash
I’ma just stick to the plan
Supply and demand, I wanna be king of New York
I wanna be big in Japan
I want the world playing this shit saying
"This right here is my jam"
See this is my time, this is your time
Can’t nobody stop you from speaking your mind
You ain’t small time, you are all time
But we could all do with a little more time
This is your time, this is my time
Come and roll up, see the dead star shine
Till all round the world, they feel the vibrations
Toast the libations, ’cause time’s a wasting

[Chorus: Turquoise Prince]
One foot in the grave
One foot in the car
One accelerates
And one takes me too far
One step towards the light
Still blinded by the dark
One foot in the grave
I’m right back at the start

[Outro: Solo]
From the front to the back and the side to the side
Everybody in the house raise your hands, get ‘em high
‘Cause the hands on the clock never stop ticking by
And say this is my time, say this is my time


D Up – Juelz Santana feat. Migos lyrics


Lyrics Juelz Santana – D Up

You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!(d up)

Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother b*tch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
f*ckin’ that b*tch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a b*tch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so f*ck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 48 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my b*tch she a barbie (barbie) versuri-lyrics.info
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye).

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

Championship on my ring
I make my b*tches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
f*cking your b*tches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb f*cks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
f*ck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, b*tch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shottt).
Juelz Santana lyrics
Video up


50 Cent – In Da Club (Int’l Version)


Go, go, go, go go, go, go, shawty
It’s your birthday
We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday
We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday
And you know we don’t give a fuck
It’s not your birthday!

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll twenty deep, it’s twenty knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they want to show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they want to fuck
But homie ain’t nothing change hold down, G’s up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you’ll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I don’t walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love ‘Pac
But holla in New York them niggas’ll tell ya I’m loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I’m feelin’ focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I’m still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend want to get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look, nigga, I came up and I ain’t changed

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you’d be happy I made it
I’m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumping in the club it’s on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain’t concerned
I’m a tell you what Banks told me cause go ‘head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let ’em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

Don’t try to act like you ain’t know where we been either, nigga
In the club all the time, nigga, so it’s a problem pop off, nigga, G-Unit!


Si tu novio te deja – J. Balvin letra


Letra J. Balvin – Si tu novio te deja

Yo vivo dia y noche pensando en ti
y tu perdiendo el tiempo con el
dime donde estas que yo te quiero ver.(si tu novio te deja)

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarte.

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarte.

un culito asi no se encuentra en ebay
este bicho tuyo te lo tengo en la allawey
mas ninguna tiene break versuri-lyrics.info
yo soy un picher, pero a ti te voy a hacer double play
yo se que eres fina pero en la cama sasha grey.

fumando y bebiendo bley lo siento pero
ahora el se va con drake
te llevo pa new york un fin de semana
un polvo antes de acostarse y otro por la mañana
hay un chorro e bobo que te tienen ganas
pero dile que tu eres del rey como lana.

yo siempre me maltrato viendo tus videos tus retratos
dile a tu novio que ya se le vencio el contrato
conmigo se donde vas con tus arrebatos.

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarte.

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarte.

llegare siempre sabe cuando y donde es
me trajo otras amigas que tienen novio tambien
cada que toco en PR ellas suelta su gato y caen donde papi
cuando me extraña quiere que le meta, de sorpresa llega a medellin
con el siempre pierde, conmigo win, te pienso to’ el dia bien nasty
miles de mujeres, miles en botellas, no es chimba si tu no estas aqui
dile la verdad al bobo ese que no le da los niveles y que tires a ver si puede
a tu jevo avisale que este fin de semana la pasas con to’s tus bunny y no con el
yo no juego avisale que encontaste reemplazo y que espere pa un rato.

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarte.

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarteee.
J. Balvin letras
Video te deja


Josh Turner – Hometown Girl (Acoustic)


She grew up around here on that southwest side
Where the corn grows up to the road side
Went to high school here, got that Panther pride
She’ll be cheering them on every Friday night
She couldn’t hide her beauty with a baseball cap
Couldn’t help but shine with a heart like that
New York called when she turned 21
But she never forgot where she came from
I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
Her mamma’s mamma was born right here
And her roots run deeper than that old town square
She’s a good girl but she’s not uptight
She can rise and shine and she can hang all night
I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
She’s got an old soul, she’s the salt of the earth
When she gives her love she knows what it’s worth
There’s a lot of pretty girls out there to me
But there’s nothing like the one right across the street
I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl


Aladin 135 – Passport (feat. Chynna Rogers) (Indigo Album)


[Refrain : Aladin 135]
Baby, j’fais le tour du monde
Cette nuit ensemble on va s’éclipser
Aux problèmes j’suis ta solution
J’m’endors dans l’avion, j’suis épuisé

[Couplet 1 : Aladin 135]
On veut se remplir de midi à midi
Pour te voir j’ai l’passeport, babe
Si je la trompe je peux lui dire, peux lui dire
J’suis aux quatre coins du globe, hey
Dis pas qu’ton gars manque d’oseille
On a d’jà assez d’problèmes
C’est vrai j’ai pas l’temps d’ler-par, ni l’temps d’traîner dans des bars, hey
On veut se vêtir de Louis Vui, de Louis Vui
Non romantique t’sais qu’tu peux ranger les bougies
Oui j’en ai eu des déceptions, des coups
Mais la dépression c’est que dans les movies
Je les vois craquer à lean, quand je tise
Veulent me dépasser ils pinent dans leurs lits
J’ai du respect pour petite dans le din
Plus que salope qui se kill dans le shit

[Pont 1 : Aladin 135] (x2)
Je les bouge où je veux
Je les joue pour de vrai
Mon passeport me fait passe-partout
Peu importe où je vais

[Refrain : Aladin 135]
Baby, j’fais le tour du monde
Cette nuit ensemble on va s’éclipser
Aux problèmes je suis ta solution
J’m’endors dans l’avion, j’suis épuisé

[Couplet 2 : Chynna Rogers]
I was supposed to let the XXX posted with a rifle
It’s just me and my XXX
I just wanted to make it home tonight
XXX call tonight
Kicking down the XXX
Now we’ve landed in New York
International love with the Louis
She likes XXX bougie
Out of control XXX
XXX some movie
XXX
Tell us some love that you wouldn’t believe
XXX never seen
XXX never seen

[Pont 2 : Chynna Rogers] (x2)
Yeah, same shit everywhere
So I play the game everywhere
Passport, need a passport
So I can take a plane everywhere

[Refrain : Aladin 135] (x2)
Baby, j’fais le tour du monde
Cette nuit ensemble on va s’éclipser
Aux problèmes je suis ta solution
J’m’endors dans l’avion, j’suis épuisé

[Couplet 3 : Aladin 135]
C’est fluide, fluide, fluide
Dans les airs je plane
Si on s’crash, crash, crash
Qui va prendre le biff ?
On nous chin, chin, chin
Raconte d’la merde
Tu prends chaud, chaud, chaud
On est cher, cher, cher
Missiles allemands sur les clichés
Ils parlent on sait même pas qui c’est
Sur eux on est venu pisser
Ils parlent de moi, ils font XXX
J’suis dans l’avion, j’suis épuisé
J’ai un bagage bien équipé

[Refrain : Aladin 135]
Baby, j’fais le tour du monde
Cette nuit ensemble on va s’éclipser
Aux problèmes je suis ta solution
J’m’endors dans l’avion, j’suis épuisé


Bibi Bourelly – Ballin (On The Late Late Show With James Corden) (Live)


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got fired from Old Navy
Landlord keeps on knocking
Swear that nigga hates me
Sleeping on this old couch
But shit, I’m not complaining
‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
Like there’s moulah raining
[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord
Yeah, yeah
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
Gormet
Heart them ramen noodles
Freak it with the hot sauce
I do McDonalds too though
And when I wanna go out
Good Will gotta do though
Sweet talking the bouncers
18 bucks, I need 2 more

[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

[Verse 3]
Jumped the gate, subway station
All the seats are taken
This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
I spend my very last savings on some Takis
I’m good at simbis crib
I don’t need no hotel lobbies
I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
We wear designer clothes from thrifts
My hair might not be laid and did

[Chrous]
Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord


Eduardo Leveck – All Monsters lyrics


Show the messege
Show the prays
Trying the best
How one day in New York
Pay the round, or
Wait from the heel
Fuck the others
Hope I me salvs

We are all monsters
Monsters, we are all monsters
We are all monsters, we are all monsters
Mo-mo-monsters, monsters, we are all monsters
We are all monsters, we are all monsters

One the choice
Please don’t feel
We’re are cracking
Till are please and realesed
All the payments, broken, richs
Till are welcome, back and see

We are all monsters
Monsters, we are all monsters
We are all monsters, we are all monsters
Mo-mo-monsters, monsters, we are all monsters
We are all monsters, we are all monsters

We are all monsters
Mo-mo-monsters, we are all monsters
Mo-mo-monsters

We are all monsters
Monsters, we are all monsters
We are all monsters, we are all monsters
Mo-mo-monsters, monsters, we are all monsters
We are all monsters, we are all monsters


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