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Rick Ross Asks Birdman What Will It Take To Pay Lil Wayne





Rick Ross keeps his foot on Birdman’s neck in a new video where he asked the rap mogul to pay Lil Wayne.

Last week, Birdman went on an epic rant on Instagram Live cursing out his critics including Rick Ross while telling them to stop speaking on his feud with Lil Wayne. As we all know, the Cash Money honcho owes Weezy millions of dollars and has even shelved his last album Tha Carter V. While Wayne has not said anything since that rant, Rozay responded with one simple message, pay that man his money.

“Am riding with a couple homies we gonna go grab a bite to eat,” Rick Ross said. “It just ran across my mind like damn I wonder if Birdman paid that man [Lil Wayne] yet, pay that man. Pay that man that man sold a million the first week, god damn what that man got to do to get his money, what that man got to do for you to pay him. Sell 10 million in the first two days then you don’t pay the man, god damn that man let you sweet ni**as ride around for a very long time man. Go and get a loan and pay that man.”

Rick Ross posted a couple more clips of himself calling out Birdman for his reputation of not paying people he worked with. The MMG rapper even dared Birdman to come at him. “You know where am at I am about to get me some lemon pepper wings,” he said. During his rant, Birdman claimed that Lil Wayne is his son and he will make sure that he is straight because he took Wayne from nothing and made him into something. But according to Rozay, he used Weezy to make millions and then refused to pay the Young Money rapper what he is owed.

#rickross to #birdman pay that man his money

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#birdman have some things to get off his chest #lilwayne

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Rick Ross Responds To Birdman Epic Meltdown Over Lil Wayne Beef




Rick Ross has shared his reaction to Birdman’s epic meltdown on Instagram Live today over Lil Wayne’s beef.

Rozay was perhaps the main person who Birdman was speaking about in his expletive-laced rant. Basically he was telling the MMG Bawse not to speak on his business when he knows nothing about it. Last year, Rick Ross famously dissed the Cash Money Records honcho on an entire single “Idols Become Rivals.” Birdman never responded to the diss record at least not until now and Rozay thinks its too little too late.

“Boy, you a year late, and five years late paying that man his money,” Rick Ross said. “Pay that man his money. We know you ain’t right. Stop with the jokes, n***a. Bring that shit. Bring it. Have no fear. All that talkin’ sh*t, nuh-uh, all that shit don’t work round here baby. We’ll put you in check n***a, we’ll put you somewhere else.”

Birdman owes Lil Wayne millions and that was one of the topics of contention from Ross on his single “Idols Become Rivals.” Baby has made a name for himself not paying his artists and seems Lil Wayne has had enough and wants to leave Cash Money. He is also suing his longtime mentor and friend for $51 million. Rick Ross ended the video saying “Shut up and pay n***as” in reference to Lil Wayne. Let’s see if Baby will respond to this latest threat from Rozay and will he call his name just like the Bawse did. Maybe they can sit down and talk about this and resolve the issue like two grown men, but don’t hold your breath because it also means that Birdman will have to pay Weezy what he is owed.

Nevertheless, we all hope that this feud doesn’t get physical and stays on social media and in the music.

#rickross responds to #Birdman

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#birdman have some things to get off his chest #lilwayne

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Rick Ross Baby Mama Take Shots At Him Over New Baby


Rick Ross has a new baby girl with fitness model Briana Camille and his previous baby mama is throwing shots at him.

The MMG hip hop legend has a son with Tia Kemp and the two are currently locked in a child support battle. According to Kemp, Rick Ross doesn’t have a regular relationship with their son and she doesn’t know why. She claimed that he doesn’t visit him or even told him that he has a new baby sister. Nevertheless, she congratulates the new parent on their new bundle of joy.

“Congrats to them,” Tia Kemp said. “I just hope he treats the baby better than he treats my son.” She also blasted Rick Ross for not contacting their son on his 12th birthday this month and also his previous birthday. She claimed that their son now suffers from depression and anxiety because of whats going on with Rozay and have to be getting counseling.

“It hurts me to see my child hurt,” she told Bossip. “Can you imagine having a celeb father, and when he’s in town, he goes all these other places, but can’t come to one of your football games? It’s sad.”

Rick Ross gets criticized from fans on social media last week when he posted a video of his baby girl surrounded by stacks of cash. Some folks are saying that dirty money has no business being so close to a newborn. Tia Kemp echoed the same sentiments calling the move by Rozay tacky. “This is so ignorant on so many levels not to mention the filth & germs on the money he is laying up next to her skin,” one fan wrote on IG, while another fan added, “Where is this baby’s mother why did she allow this fool to put these dirty money so close to the toddler and even touching her skin, this is so upsetting and it’s not my baby.”

You can watch the video below.

#PressPlay: Looks like #RickRoss is making sure his baby girl is already set ?? #BrianaCamille

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Boss – Lil Pump lyrics


Lyrics Lil Pump – Boss

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Walk in the trap like a boss, oooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, oohhh.

Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
f*ck a nigga b*tch don’t care, damn
Throwin’ up racks in the air, damn
Told that b*tch Lil Pump yeah, ooh
Damn, I just broke my wrist
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me s**t
Pop 4 xans then I f*cked a nigga’s b*tch
Never wearin’ slippers, I always flippin’ bricks
Aye, yeah I came up with the sauce damn
Damn, yeah I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top
Gave my mom 2 Glocks
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Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh.

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh.
Lil Pump lyrics
Video Lil Pump


Amine – Redmercedes


[Pre-Chorus]
With my niggas in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck you, pay me
Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
If the ladies show up, then we show out
With my girl in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck me, baby
Leather seats so she wetter than a pool now
When that thing go up then she go down

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

[Verse 1]
Wood grain Nada, yes I’m the Baba
Don’t rock Prada, what’s a stylist
I’d rather make my clothes, merch by the boat load
Banana club popping, yep I’m super biased (true)
Tint so black, look like my complexion
Neo I’m the one like I had direction
Rims look like they were shipped from heaven
Trunk so big it could fit my reverend (yeah!)
And that nigga’s pretty big
Engine so fast, every block is a trip
Baby girl wished that I copped the two seater
But I had to get five ’cause my niggas want to ride

[Pre-Chorus]
With my niggas in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck you, pay me
Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
If the ladies show up, then we show out
With my girl in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck me, baby
Leather seat so she wetter than a pool now
When that thing go up then she go down

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

[Verse 2]
Looking out my rearview, all I see is haters (hatin’)
This is just a preview, I’ll use my gas for later (maybe!)
Black ice, black seats, yeah I’m bumping Blackstar
Rednecks tell me that I got a nice car
Gotta make sure that I keep my baby clean
This game keep me hungry like I’m Katniss Everdeen
Just got the whip washed
Shining like it’s pish-posh
Engine sound like it needs an ad-lib from Rick Ross
No I ain’t M.M.G
But my next purchase might be an M3 (sheesh)
Sicker than most, look at the folk
Trippin for dollars so holler for gold
Picking apart my problems
Like when Peter Piper picked his nose
Whip looked like it got dipped in a cherry coat
Mercedes’ same color as the hair on a Lil Boat (Lil Boat)

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type


Rick Ross – Trap Trap Trap (feat. Young Thug & Wale)


[Intro: Rick Ross]
Beep
Beep
I’m sittin’ at the red light
My ankle monitor beepin’
Hadn’t been charged
I think I see the beeper
Bounce

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
First one on the block, woah
I need mine off the top, uh
Over town, he got shot
Muddy died in [?]
Couldn’t save one Hummer
Hit ’em up, hmm, hmm
See the look on my face (woo!)
Like [?]
Niggas hate on my sound
‘Til I went the [?]
Then I earnt the Lombardi
Ain’t no fuckboys allowed
Only fuck if she exclusive
Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
To tell the truth I didn’t ask
When it come to bitches I’m Gucci
I’m the wrong one to rob
In the jungle I’m Nas
In the label I’m Russ
In the trap I’m Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can’t dial for the packs
I sent you right back loaded

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I was tryna bet the whole map, Vegas, stay in the trap
Niggas talkin’ ’bout raidin’ the trap
Man I’m ’bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin’ ape shit)
Nigga watch your babies in the trap
Nigga cook a whole base in the trap
Young nigga slave in the trap
Nigga run base, base in the trap
I’m ’bout to get this shit movin’, yeah
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
I’m ’bout to get this shit cruisin’, yeah
Stand at the store ’til you’re woozy, woozy
Let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
Movie, movie, movie
Bitch I’m richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
So many different meds on me
Fuck around, call the fed on me
Boom boom boom your head, homie
Draco got a lot of lead on it
You dead

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 3: Wale]
Wale though
I ain’t nothin’ like the trap niggas
Goyard backpack nigga
Uber crates ’til the feds pull up
Woo woo, cataracts, nigga
I’m the type, holla at the wife
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
Adios, do a hundred 20
All she want is good dick and advice
[?]
[?]
Famous here but I’m humble
Double M the empire
Renzel got me all day
Kyrie, he LeBron James
Tired niggas say Folarin [?] SportsCenter every day
I ain’t nothin’ like them trap guys
I mean I kinda do bag dimes
I kinda never do back down
Leave a nigga high via rap lines
Get a beat, leave it baptized
Mob ties, but it’s black lives
Black lives, nigga, trap lives
Gimme five on the black side

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap


Summer 17 – Rick Ross lyrics


Lyrics Rick Ross – Summer 17

You scared to die nigga?
Open your eyes wide.(summer 17)

Im out on bars so I gotta beat it
All the dope boys say they wanna be me
I got a lick boy, I got a lick
2017 trust me boy , this one is it
I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn
Pool of b*tches f*cking me, I got em’ taking turns
My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade
May runnin’ in the bank a residential thing
All my niggas mad they like f*ck the world
Back to standin’ on the Ave with a couple birds
If you a killer well I’m tryna see
Cause calling the police is the only thing free
I had to park that purple Lamborghini​
And pull that chevy back on out the ..
I’m from the city where they kill for nothin’
And all Renzel do is push a button

I want my niggas rich by summer 17. (x4)

I pulled my pistol then I say my name
I know you scared but repeat your game
You off to hell when you see them flames
Now pray for me cause I had did some things.
..
Got on my necklaces as I’m sittin in the draw
Im livin reckless and it never stop
Thats why im beefin’ with a nigga that live right up the block
A body fall I might just ..
Your moneys gone thats why im runnin’ round
They put my rhymes in the New York timesss.
Rick Ross lyrics
Video 17


Choices – Tracy T feat. Rick Ross lyrics


Lyrics Tracy T – Choices

Came through red eyes no jet lag
Geeked off the money this a 100k cash
Niggas they be talking but this’ what the K said
Prrt prrt get the pigeon no J peck
My glory, gave everything I had but what you got for me?
Took the stairs no elevator ..
Game did force it
Just another nigga want the Bentley and the Porches
Trynna travel over seas shit that ain’t work f*ck it that ain’t work
No tour no .. I’m back on the turf
Probation hating a nigga trynna bet theyself
Baby mama been spiteful ‘cause I never was there
But see they wanted to be some but I’m the one that they blame
Know these hoes ain’t playing fast all a part of the game
I got a M for dumb shit and not a problem with pain
Cause in the end pain came with everything that I gained.(choices)

Everybody got choices
Want them Bentleys or the Porches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the ..)
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choices.

Everybody got choices
Even playing field could have all had Rolls Royces
Diamonds and pearls have more oysters
The money counting scream heard more voices
Plain jane protects cost more than that hollow shit you niggas flex
I tell shit what’s next
Tell you how to dress and where the cocaine invests
Nigga grab your vest
Young niggas ain’t playing and they aim ain’t the best
That’s what I call Generation X
E-pills or the D get the whole alphabet
Push! G63’s we put baby mothers at ease
Drug dealer disease
Addicted to the money like the air that I breath.

Everybody got choices
Want them Bentleys or the Porches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the ..)
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choices.

10 commandments on these 36 ounces
Real life I got 36 houses
To the mansion in the mountains
Couple ice Mountain Dew and them bouncers
All black when I deal with these accountants
Off balance then you f*ck with my allowance
All facts get you whacked for a thousand
The bottles all black stacks on the couches
Fi-fi-five hundred for the drive-by
On the plug with in a motherf*cking ..
You come and take me from the sideline
Condo right next to Lady Gaga
Branzino on a grill
Sip surrop spending millions on the pills
In the city no ..
ATL my first trap was in Mechanicville.

Everybody got choices
Want them Bentleys or the Porches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the ..)
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choicesss.
Tracy T lyrics
Video Tracy


Eno – Xalaz (Xalaz Album)


[Hook]
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash

[Part 1]
Onkel verteilt miese Nacken, Xalaz
Bei Faxen fliegen Flaschen, Xalaz
Ihr seid Diebe von Handtaschen, Xalaz
Öffnen Shisha Bars zum Geld waschen, Xalaz
Rede nicht viel, lade und schieß, Xalaz
Lebe mit Stil, Dsquared-Jeans, Xalaz
Lege die Line, deine Freundin will zieh’n, Xalaz
Gebe jetzt Speed, Rapper können nicht fliehen, Xalaz
Handy vibriert Rapper fragen nach feat, Xalaz
Doch meine Antwort ist : "Kollege Chief !", Xalaz
Zeitverschwendung ich muss Patte verdien’, Xalaz
Ich bleib in Deckung, wenn wir kommen und dich kriegn’, Xalaz
Links, Rechts Kombo wie Kimbo, Xalaz
Million auf Konto wie Rick Ross, Xalaz
Sie küss’n meine Hand, nennen mich "Big Boss", Xalaz
Hol’ deine Freundin, sie gibt big cock, Xalaz

[Hook]
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash

[Part 2]
War 5 Jahre schwarz, heute Student, Xalaz
Mach Platz, sieh’ zu wie ich deine Crew bang, Xalaz
Wiesbaden, hier hilft kein Cousin, Xalaz
Setze Meilensteine, Wu-Tang, Xalaz
Eure Chicks’n wollen schmusen, Xalaz
Du bist unterwegs am chusen, Xalaz
Im Q7-S line cruisen, Xalaz
Kinder wollen Blog zum schufen, Xalaz
Schuff, schuff nach Amca, Xalaz
Kush, Kush, baller Ganja, Xalaz
Puff, puff du bist Stammgast, Xalaz
Druff, Druff ich bin anders, Xalaz
Anders, so wie Tupac, Xalaz
Alle mann schreien: "Eno zu krass", Xalaz
Anders, so wie B.I.G., egal wo immer VIP

[Bridge]
Abstand, red’ nicht du Sippii
Kalash, lade und geb’ ihn
WBL City, dein Kontakt ich ripp’ ihn
Für Feinde hier gibt es Tritte auf Rippen
Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz

[Hook]
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash


Tech N9ne – I Get It Now (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)


[Intro]
Industry does not, feel you
I’m sick of this shit
Blind bitches wish
N9ne’s wickedness away

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckin’ killer B
There’s about to become a distillery
The majority don’t really feel a G
With the paint and a dark soliloquy
Music, they said killed the fee
Me, Krizz, and Makzilla free
So I’m gonna have to keep it real with me
Fuck them straight with agility
They callin’ me crazy
Don’t wanna play me
So I make the music that will target their babies
And open ’em up to wicked shit
They wanna know how hip is this
This never been no hipster shit
So the fakers see me and dis the ‘fit
I ain’t cool like the late great Biggie Smalls, the illest
So I went the route of a killer clown comin’ to pillage a village
Steady tryin’ to get ’em all to feel it
But I learned you can’t please everybody
When my mother was livin’ they used to say "your son is scary Maudie"
I don’t give a flyin’, dyin’
Spy inside of al-Qaeda, they lyin’
When tryin’ to diss Tech N9ne
And when they all shall buy us
I don’t fit the part for main stream cause I’m rougher
Only time they wanna look like me is Halloween motherfucker
I realize I’m not inviting

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Interlude]
Y’all can’t tell I’m fuckin’ myself up more and more on purpose?
I love scarin’ the hell out of y’all, haha

[Verse 2]
Stick the masses, whack it off in the casket
Sound like they wrist broken like put the fuckin’ lotion in the basket
How is he livin’ lavish when he rap really fast and he mask it?
They don’t get it when I gas it
They laugh at it, mad it ain’t ratchet
They wanna wear clothes just like A$AP Rocky, like Yeezy and Drake
That’s what they identify with, not with a nigga with the clown paint on his face
I get it that I’m wicked
When I spit it they be comin’ to get ’em a ticket
Talk a lot of shit at the gate and they got to zip it
When I’m bustin’, they open up to somethin’ different and dig it
I get it, I never looked like the average black dude
Track shoes, gold teeth, and covered in tattoos
Yak, booze, reeking and chiefing the sack through
Speakin’ about reaching them hardened hat screws
Jack move
Yes I’ve become a big boss
But I’ll never be cool as Rick Ross
That’s okay, N9ne’s been rhyming
And now he’s shining
Perfect timing

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Outro: Tech N9ne & Woman Speaking in Reverse]
So what I’ve come to realize is I will never fit in
So it’s my duty to make sure that I stand the fuck out
Meht etinu lliw eh esuac’ ,meht sthgif reven eh yhw s’taht ,meht ekil gnihton s’eH
If this thing does not kill you
Grind back to back tracks
Find racks on racks
N9ne’s stacking that all day


Lil Bibby – Squad (feat. 21 Savage)


[Intro: Lil Bibby]
I.Trez on the track
What they say they say?
They say you ain’t goin’ hard like you used to
Man what’s goin’ on?
They say they want that mothafuckin’ 2013 feel, man
What’s goin’ on, man?
They say you ain’t goin’ hard, Bib

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
I say I don’t rock with niggas, ’cause they’re fake and they’re fraud
All my youngins pull his card, and they down to catch a charge
See you talk it, but I live it, yeah all my niggas with it
When it come to the money, I’m a savage, I go get it
I just be countin’ them faces, I just be flyin’ to places
Used to record in the basement, young Hov in the makin’
Bibby Ross, I’m the boss, buy it all, fuck the cost
Every king take a loss, goin’ hard, never soft

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Niggas actin’ like hoes
My watch VVS’, nigga and my teeth gold (bling)
I’ma shoot that choppa like a free throw
Bitch I’ma shoot that choppa like a free throw (21, 21)
You put a ring on that bitch and she a freak ho
I got three trap spots and I got four bowls
I got five AKs and I got six Uzis
I got seven bitches gettin’ ate in the jacuzzi (21, 21)
Young Savage and I taste like candy, wanna chew it?
Bitch I get that check, and you know a nigga blew it (21, 21)
Pull up on your street like Doe and cut the lights off (bitch)
VVS diamonds shinin’ when them lights off
Make you take your ice off (21)
She got a fat ass, and her nigga soft
Bitch I rep that double M like Rick Ross
My bitch bad, she say I’m poppin’ like her lip gloss
Got a big dick, finna fuck her lips up

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds


Mr. Mauricio – Paper Plates (feat. Rick Ross, Yo Gotti & Troy Ave)


[Intro: Rick Ross]
Ricky Rozay aka Pharaoh Dinero
Mauricio, I got this, nigga, sit back

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
A.I. on the crossover
Name a nigga floss more
The crib worth 30
The record label burnin’
Hottest team on the turf
Fat Trel, put in work
Trill nigga still on the rise
Throwback, black car, can I
Got these sticks back in ’96
Cocaine cowboy, howdy howdy, bitch
Trappin’ so long ’til it’s in the pores
Made a hundred racks before you hit the chorus
Maybach, 5 lives in the Taurus
Niggas froze up when they saw us
We the ones started out the poets
Poor student, natural born poet

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Blue SL, got the centerfold
Sittin’ passenger, got a centerfold
New model Benz, new model bitch
We just livin’ life, dope dealer rich
Who got it? We got it
Who done it? We did it
One hunnid, we livin’
Get money, do business
Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me
I’m still in the streets eatin’, paper plates

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
The chopper make a nigga Milly Rock
I’m tryna buy the whole city block
I got fed allegations, nigga
And you a mothafuckin’ city cop
Mauricio! Let the beat drop
I’ma Smurda bands to the Lamborghini lot
SKRRRRT! Closed lips, we don’t talk a lot
Nigga used to whip it out the coffee pot
Can’t remove black youngster
This money turned a nigga to a monster, I am
I got the game from my mama
Hundred round, nigga I’m the drummer
Battle of the bands
I’ll never take the stands
Told you niggas I’m a general
Got the soldiers on command

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Blue SL, got the centerfold
Sittin’ passenger, got a centerfold
New model Benz, new model bitch
We just livin’ life, dope dealer rich
Who got it? We got it
Who done it? We did it
One hunnid, we livin’
Get money, do business
Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me
I’m still in the streets eatin’, paper plates

[Verse 3: Troy Ave]
Dope boy Troy, you ain’t nothin’ like me
I buy a pack of white tees and pack some white keys (coke!)
One when it’s hot, one in the pot, sizzle
You can find either one in the drop, riddle
I just bought a Benz with the price of Lamb’
But show the new ‘Rari, I was like, "Damn!"
I could fuck up the hood, they won’t understand
Backdoor, the feds might come for a nigga, man
I’ma do it, fuck it, I’ma do it
I just had a half a million and I ran through it
350 on my condo, I paid cash
A hundred on the car, another 50 just for laughs
Hahahahaha I’m laughin’ straight to the bank
And I don’t give a fuck what a pussy nigga think
And I will shoot a nigga dead if they even fuckin’ blink
I’m the wrong one, but the right one to get you play

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Blue SL, got the centerfold
Sittin’ passenger, got a centerfold
New model Benz, new model bitch
We just livin’ life, dope dealer rich
Who got it? We got it
Who done it? We did it
One hunnid, we livin’
Get money, do business
Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me
I’m still in the streets eatin’, paper plates

[Outro: Yo Gotti]
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes


OnCue – Boy On the Come Up


[Intro]
Simply barbaric, barbaric
Barbaric!
Let that word resound, from hill to hill, from valley to valley, across the broad land
Hear me!

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’m big headed but you small minded
I try and get it, hey, whole team grinding
Fuck what they say, yeah I put my time in
Aw, I need a Louis lining, Michelin star dining
Imma be honest
I was eating Little Caesar’s with the buffalo ranch
Fuck all you geezers, yeah, you fuckin’ old men
Flow barbaric, let my fam come then
Guess she know all my lyrics so she taking off her pants
Cuey be that next shit, Imma cop a X6
Flex on my exes, they already think I’m sexist
All that corny shit you call your raps don’t impress us
Better pay attention, watch how I finesse this
Goddamn, all you rappers are lucky that I fell off
Better switch plans, next six months Imma go the hell off
Yeah, I’m dropping all these records like it’s motherfucking light work
You’re dropping all your records, praying, hoping that it might work
Yeah, I’m showing now like Ds in a tight shirt
Wanna get like this? Then you better fix your life first

[Bridge]
I’ve been on a wave, mama asking how its going
Told her I don’t play, she said the fuck boy’s are fake cause my boy on the come up
I’ve been on a wave bitch, know you see me glowing
You stuck on that same shit, so save it (yeah, your boy on the come up)

[Chorus]
You already know, hey, you already know, hey
Yeah, your boy on the come up
It was written in stone, yeah, everything will go, oh
Yeah, your boy on the come up
You already know, yeah, you already know
Yeah, your boy on the come up
It was written in stone, yeah, shit’s about to blow, oh

[Verse 2]
Said fucking shit, my shit been booming
And money talk, talk that I be fluent
If it’s not, then please keep it moving, I’ont got the time
Yeah, you wasn’t there, wasn’t there when I was losing, all starving then
I mean, barely no food, and I swore to god
I’ll come back to prove I was always right
I see your name in my missed calls now
Hey, girl, you got me pissed off now
I lift off, so you criss cross now
Thinking that you Kylie, you my Rick Ross now
Imma go from summer to the winter, hey
Born a loser but I turned into a winner, hey
Learned it by the finger, if you’re tryna take my dinner, hey
Look what I spit, I repent, I’m a sinner, oh
Ain’t no option when your back against the wall
Break down the motherfucker, hammer or a saw
I keep going ham, oh baby, I keep going off
Go grab your camera, cause your boy about to ball
This persisistence, talent – that’s a win (?)
Way back when, when I put you on my shit
You turned up your nose, but I stiffed up my lip
Can’t hold it in, baby, goddamn I’m the shit

[Bridge]
I’ve been on a wave, mama asking how its going
Told her I don’t play, she said the fuck boy’s are fake cause my boy on the come up
I’ve been on a wave bitch, know you see me glowing
You stuck on that same shit so save it (yeah, your boy on the come up)

[Chorus]
You already know, hey, you already know, hey
Yeah, your boy on the come up
It was written in stone, yeah, everything will go, oh
Yeah, your boy on the come up
You already know, hey, you already know
Yeah, your boy on the come up
It was written in stone, yeah, shit’s about to blow, oh


Curren$y – All On One Tape (Andretti 930 Mixtape) letras

October 4, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, Lil Snupe, Big L
2 Pac, Biggie, Lil Derrick, Pimp C, Yellow Boy (?)

Got me feelin like
This weed got me feelin like
This money got me feelin like

[Verse 1]
I’m hella high and these niggas so jive
Hate in they eyes as I drive by, but never will I ask why
It must just suck to be a never fly, underling
This is a boss thing, and these are boss rings
Sunshine on my fingers through the windows of the Gulf Stream
What you know G? Hoe, you don’t know me
41 millimeter Rollie, tryna be low key
Please, them bitches spotted me soon as I slid in
I had my girl with me it ain’t make them hoes no different
They was still tryna get it
But you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
Might be down with it, if she dig ya
I’m outside with the killas, talkin peace
In the breeze, smoking weed but next week I’m Snow Beach Polo Skis
Four inch freeze, me in the prime of my life
I made the hustle and my bitch become sister-wives
And now the love is intertwined, money on my mind’

[Outro]
Got me feeling like 8 Ball, MJG and Too $hort was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like, Jay-Z, AZ, Nas, Rick Ross, Scarface was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
Tha Dogg Pound, Nipsey Hussle, DJ Quik and MC Eiht was all on one tape dawg, Lord
Got me feeling like OutKast, Cam’ron and Lil Wayne was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
All on one tape
Like they was all on one tape Lord, got me feelin like
Soulja Slim, Pimp C — all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
2 Pac, Bigge Smalls, Eazy-E was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like
And Dilla did the beats
Max B
And then DJ Screw slowed it up
Dom Kennedy
Then Jam Master Jay did some scratches on it
Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Slim Thug, Gunplay
All on one tape Lord


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