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Saba – Nice For What Freestyle lyrics




[Intro: Big Freedia]
I wanna know who mothafuckin’ representin’ in here tonight
Hold on, hold on

[Pre-Chorus: Lauryn Hill]
I keep lettin’ you back in (you back in)
How can I, explain myself?

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Drake]
Care for me, care for me, you said you’d care for me
There for me, there for me, said you’d be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me, you said you’d die for me (Murda on the beat)

[Verse: Saba]
I’m about to change my lines tell ’em adios
Pivot gang down for life, Shawty Lo
Aye, run this shit untill I get a charlie horse
Aye, fe fe on the block she look like mardi gras
Aye, married to this shit I mean that’s common law
Kinda raw plus I got that soul like a commodore
Aye, commandeer I’m about to take this shit back
Aye, at yo’ head you ’bout to get yo’ head snatched
Aye, what they do for cash look like fear factor
Aye, but I ride ’round ’em surround ’em like I’m Cleopatra
Rack it up, rack it up I just got paid at the show this shit addin’ up
Thinking of packin’ up
Like I could retire right now and they had enough
I had my managers, I tell ’em we should go U.S. to Canada
They hit me back like ‘Saba consider’ but then they calendar
Shout out the el illest
Shout out the critics who wait for the beat to drop
Shout out TheNeedleDrop
Don’t care what you writin’ ‘cuz I know that we on top
If that show up, then how he up when you ain’t up?
My dirty vans, I just clocked in I’m on this work
I panoramic, see the bigger picture first
I Ray J in the booth, because I hit it first
Just did another right now records give us merch
Boy, all I drop is classics in my city merch
Can’t lie, I’m pretty public for an introvert
Didn’t cry, I’m right back to it if it didn’t work
And I, look like I serve the block
I know you heard the todd
The greatest, I soon to occur to ya
We never heard of ya
Murda on the beat but I’m not a murderer
I’m who you learn about
History repeat and I feel it’s like so many me’s
Niggas talking we hear bits and piece
And it look like dinner, it’s a feast
Middle finger to the CPD
Yelling “free my niggas” ’till they free
I don’t wanna kick it in the street
They can catch a boot like Tennessee
Tell ’em paid in full like Eric B
And I’m telling you to care for me




Lil Baby – Fit In lyrics




[Hook]
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind

[Verse 1]
I had a carbon I was fifteen
We was trying to steal and rob everything
I can’t even talk about what I seen
I’m never telling the laws a thing
Made it out alive, can’t even lie that shit was awesome nigga
Shootouts I ain’t had no bullets I had to call some niggas
Lost lil one in the middle of the summer, that shit was awful nigga
As soon as we found out some witness who tell us who did it, we gon’ off them nigga
Had to cut off a couple niggas I thought was with me, tried to cross a nigga
These niggas think they can just come and kick shit in my city, it’s gon’ cost them nigga
Jumped in the game and went got me some millions, no cap
I made a wave for us
Them bitches were fucking with me when I didn’t have no money, now they can’t wait to fuck
Every one of my lil buddies mama know we thuggin’, that’s why they pray for us
I was in the back of the back like Rosa Parks
Me and my dogs on Tec, a four or more
Grind every day like it ain’t no tomorrow
I was just broke, ain’t going back
I’ma run mines up to the max
I want the cheese, ain’t fuckin’ with rats
I wanna fuck her I give her a rack
If she don’t give me head ain’t texting her back
I’m a dog I go deep in the cat
Remember one time I ain’t had jack
I had a hunnid I bought me a pack
I took the pack and went got me a bag
It started rolling and coming in fast
I had the old heads hanging back
And I’m rich now and that’s why they mad

[Hook]
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind

[Verse 2]
Putting on for the hood like I’m White Boy Marco or something
Super fast car, super bad broad, everybody know a nigga getting money
Couple homies switched up on me when I blowed up now look at them funny
I put the four on my back with no shirt on
I let the homies get bags for the low low
We sending bricks out the spot this the o-zone
I’m the man, rest in peace Shawty Lo
I take the whole gang on the road
Long way from in front of the store
They don’t wanna fly they wanna hit the road
They wanna take pistols to all of my shows
We thuggin’ in public wherever we go
I did some shit that ain’t nobody know

[Hook]
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind


Gucci Mane – Work in Progress (Intro) Lyrics


[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
Hah
It’s Gucci
Hah

[Verse]
I was piss poor, sleeping on the dirt floor
And we couldn’t pay the rent so it’s a notice on the door
The neighbors been noticed so what I’ma front for?
Using pennies for the bus like what I’ma stunt for?
Mama workin’ like a dog but we still broke
We lighting candles in the house ’cause the lights off
The best thing that ever happened, I got kicked out
Bought me a Chevy, got a grill, now I’m gold-mouthed
I lost my daddy last year, I couldn’t even cry
‘Cause it’s so hard to shed a tear, he didn’t even try
The only person in the world I could fully trust
Was my older brother Vic, that’s just how it was
Top in the trunk, this for Bankroll and Slim Dunk
I miss that girl Beasley, she was a real one
I had an artist that I treated like my own son
Gave him the shirt off my back and my own gun
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, Mister Don Don
It’s been rainin’ so long, when the sun comin’?
I’m drop top but put the top up when the storm comin’
Sometimes I think about my past, it make me start tripping
I was gifted with a talent that was god-given
But I was so hard-headed I would not listen
Sometimes I sit and I reflect about that cold prison
And doin’ pull-ups with a nigga got a life sentence
They gave my nigga Grant life, he only gained on me
Five years later, how we in the same room?
You go to jail, that’s when you see who really love you
I don’t think nobody love me like my auntie Jean do
R.I.P my auntie Jean and uncle Goat too
How you gon’ judge me? you don’t know what I been through
I think these killers need a hug, I need a hug too
You send a slug, I send a slug, you know how thugs do
But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too
I’m just a work in progress, I’m not even through
But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too
I’m just a work in progress, I’m not even through

[Outro]
Wop
Hah
Woo


IDK – Pizza Shop Extended (feat. Yung Gleesh, Doom & Del The Funky Homosapien)


Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, “Fuck you, pay me”
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this


Mike WiLL Made It – Perfect Pint (Ransom 2 Album)


[Intro]
Wop
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Gi-gimme some space
Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
Grade A bitches treatin’ me like a saint
This money doin’ somethin’ to my brain (my brain)
This money doin’ somethin’ to my ego (my ego)
This drank got me talkin’ like Z-Ro
These pills got me feelin’ like Neo
And this freak in my ear tryna go
I-I’ll turn your crib to a ho house
I’m a rockstar, drank ’til I pass out
Drank ’til I motherfuckin’ pass out
Drank, drank ’til I motherfuckin’

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints
Really wanna know, I’m hoping they come to life
‘Cause right there on the stairs is where
We poured our first perfect pints
We poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
I’m in the trap saran wrappin’ with the Vaseline
You know clean lean jump like trampoline
Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
I fell asleep and had a dream ridin’ on M.L. King
Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
They were screamin’ "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop’s free
Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me
Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
Now I’m back on top like I’m ‘posed to be
But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Kung Fu Kenny, look look
Who the fuck you talkin’ to, you ain’t me
Salute me when I’m walkin’ through, you ain’t me
Everything I do is with the extras
Flip me couple million for investments
And my hood love me unconditional
Your hood love you ’cause you on the instrumental though
This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
They screamin’ Compton, must be two sides
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I’m flexin’
VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
Everybody a Crip ’til they black and blue
Everybody a Blood ’til they hemorrhaging
Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy
Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Holding onto memories
Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
I be rollin’ every time that I arrive


Ace Hood – Married To The Game letras

November 3, 2016

Lyrics

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Rip Shawty Lo

[Verse]
I did this for my niggas, for my son and my lil daughter
Wishing everyday that someone bring me back my grandma
Sick of all this bullshit I’m sick of this drama
And I dont want to impose or drop you off with all my problems
And they tell me hold my head and they tell me to be strong
In a room full of my people but I still feel so alone
And they tell me to keep on, my eyes are on the throne
Just hope you ain’t the one who hides his hands but throw the stones
I gotta get back in my zone, I gotta rewrite all my wrongs
I gotta show all these niggas who sleeping the reason that I am the chosen
Fuck it I’m back on my god flow, I do this shit with my eyes closed
I got the I got the god glow, I keep the stick in the console
Throw the crosses on my dashboard, many nights I wanna fast forward
Fresh stamps on my passport, all I’m thinking bout is thank you lord
These niggas wanna hold me, these niggas can’t control me
These niggas wasn’t raised right how you call a lame nigga OG
Had a visionary since 14 young nigga with a big dream
Hit the scene I was 18 with the cash flow niggas all know
Spitting all this real shit, record labels gotta deal with it
Underrated is an understatement all these haters coming out the pool pit
I’m the guy with the big smile cause I know I got a full clip
And I know long as God with me I can strive reaching at a higher temp
I’m a fly guy nigga why lie but the truth hurts but the pain heals
Long has a nigga got WiFi we can puff past on they dawg ass
Ladies love me like I’m LL, chocolate sunday on the hashtag
Niggas doing shit half assed, glad put them in a trashbag
Where the money? Where the money bags? Straight to it got a sun pass
Bae calling for the D
Know I got a couple though like the honey badge’
I’m in Arizona like the Cardinals
Beat the odds like I’m Harpo
Niggas claim they got this and that but know its tough to see it like it’s Waldo
Rip my homie Shawty Lo legendary up in Bankhead
Praying everyday my people safe and every other day another murder case
Black man gotta dig a grave they just let the cops get away
Damn shame but the time change nowadays niggas shoot back
Feel like I’m living in combat
Feel like I’m living in combat
We just asking where the love at, nigga
Breathe

[Outro]
(dj esco, ET)
We must say a prayer for our people (esco terrestrial)
Just fighting to be equal
Preach preach preach preach
Amen


Joe Budden – Freestyle

October 12, 2016

Lyrics

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Intro: Styles P (Talking)

Real MC shit you know
Jedi’s on deck pay attention
Fuck y’all niggas talkin’ bout?
Verse 1: Styles P

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva
Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it
You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier
He’s hot headed, he’ll leave you as masses on fire
I’m the ghost rider that’ll kill your ghost writer
Make him OD on heroin, he’s a dope writer
If you had it written don’t you tell me that you spittin’
Imma say you bullshittin’ and go suck a dick
And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin’
Yeah, I’m 41 but you ain’t got to act dumb nigga
I ain’t got a problem killing 41 young niggas
14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga
I was movin’ work at like 41 slums nigga
Told my nigga Budden we don’t always get along
But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion
We know we got bars and these little niggas don’t
Let’s lock ’em up, just slaughter ’em, make it look disgusting
Cut from a cloth that God made
Waring in the devils’ land when I want to war knockin’ ‘I Pray’
Could kill MC’s for like 5 days
I’m talkin’ Monday through Friday
Go and pick up then dump ’em on the highway
Yeah, you should know that the ghost here
Space ghost, kill ’em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

Verse 2: Joe Budden

A nigga vision is so clear
Even through the mystici , keep the pope near
Was big out in L.E.S., this ain’t Joe clear
Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe’s ear
So the venom is caged, I’m underpaid
I can only give ’em minimum rage
I came up when all they respected is violence
If you know, it’s something to be said in my silence
Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands
Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling
Got football numbers when the squad was pinched
Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went
Listen, the fame you can keep
Some niggas became sheep
But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech
All I hear is niggas talkin’ bout Game and Meek
I’m in the crib thinkin’ this entire game is meek
This shit has changed Ghost
They lowered the understanding
Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion
But you and ‘Kiss told me we gon’ make it
Say whatever you want about him he don’t fake it
You rarely see me out, I don’t be most places
In bars it’s still shit that real G’s hold sacred, yeah
That’s probably why they adore me though
Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo