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T.I. and Tiny Leads Protest Of Houston’s Restaurant in Atlanta For Discrimination




You can always count on T.I. to lend his voice for a cause and this time he himself was impacted.

The Southern rap legend lead a protest against the famous Houston’s Restaurant in Atlanta over their alleged discriminatory practices against African Americans. The restaurant has been accused of racial discrimination on social media and a lot of the local celebrities have backed up the claims made by other patrons. TIP took to his Instagram page yesterday to let his fans know that he will be taking action against the famous food joint.

“Ok so I’ve heard 4 different stories from 4 different sources about discrimination against US at 2 separate Houstons Steakhouse locations in my city. Tomorrow we get answers. #HoustonsWeHaveAProblem,” T.I. wrote. The Hustle Gang rapper made good on his promised so he along with his wife Tiny and a group of individuals converged in front of the Houston’s Restaurant location on Lenox Road. The group had plaque cards that reads no to racism and yelled “Whose City! Our City!”

In 2015, a local Atlanta attorney sued Houston’s Restaurant for racial discrimination. T.I. posted a screenshot of that news where he added in the caption, “This is nothing new. Just wanna show support to all the people who’ve ever felt profiled or discriminated against at this establishment. WE WILL NOT accept this in our city. You may not care for US personally… BUT U WILL RESPECT THE POWER OF OUR DOLLAR!!!! #ShutItDown #HoustonsWeHaveAProblem #BoycottHoustons #USorELSE.”

This is nothing new. Just wanna show support to all the people who've ever felt profiled or discriminated against at this establishment. WE WILL NOT accept this in our city. You may not care for US personally… BUT U WILL RESPECT THE POWER OF OUR DOLLAR!!!! #ShutItDown #HoustonsWeHaveAProblem #BoycottHoustons #USorELSE

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#BoycottHoustons #HoustonsWeHaveAProblem #ShutItDown #USorELSE

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Wendy Williams Claps Back At T.I. While Dissing Tiny




It didn’t take too long for Wendy Williams to clap back at T.I. for ripping her on Instagram this week and this feud could go to a whole new level.

The Atlanta rapper ripped the talk show host this week when he posted a very unflattering photo of her along with some scathing remarks about her body. Wendy Williams is famous for her P shaped body and often get called out on social media for talking smack about other people and TIP wasn’t having that either. So he offloads what was on his mind the best way possible.

“Ok now as much sh*t as this sister talk about people,” T.I. said. “(Myself included) I know what y’all expect. But I’m not gon do the obvious & fye her ass up. NOPE!!! I’m gon be respectful because regardless of her flaws she’s still a independent black business woman that’s had to fight her way through life to get where she is.”

Speaking with the NY Daily News, Wendy Williams responded to T.I.’s message to her and she will surely get a response from Tiny. “I was just in Barbados with my husband on vacation,” she said. “The paparazzi caught me. T.I. referenced my lack of behind. I wanted to say ‘I could buy one like your wife and so many people have done.”

T.I. is known to be very protective of his wife, so he will surely respond and Tiny just might add her voice to the conversation. Wendy Williams seems to be perfectly okay with her body and Tiny seems to be a confident woman whether or not she spend money to get it the way she wants it. The whole feud could head in a direction none of these folks want it because they all have a good platform to reach millions of eyes and ears with whatever they want to say about each other. Did you know know that hundreds of thousands of people are displaced in Florida and Texas because of hurricanes?


Young Thug – Do It By Myself


[Hook : Young Thug]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

[Verse 1 : Young Thug]
Hand me that molly, pass me that molly
I’m sneaking, I’m looking mischevious
These bitches gon’ show me they ’bout it
And they not strippers, they ass is so real temperpedic
Pop one pop two then I go try it
Then I’mma fuck that bitch inside like someone knockin’
I’m covered in green like a goblin
And I fly around this little bitch like I know they can’t stop me
Pass me the deuce
I’mma hit ’em in the club with the deuce
Index finger making love to the deuce
Smoking one when I show [?] how to do
Mink for everybody come in the crew
Not a single nigga dub in the crew
Slimey snakes now she lovin’ the zoo
Fuck with TIP so I bought me some AKOO
Treat her nice and now she love it
Ass so big I want to hug it
Her mouth gon’ open like a buggy
No pistol I got that hoe bustin’
Got these niggas goin’ out and cussing
[?]
I promise I ain’t cuffin’ that bitch, ain’t in custody
Im not pillow talking about nothing

[Hook : Young Thug]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

[Verse 2 : Young Thug]
27 Hunnit’ for Balmain
I put them little bitches right on, and go fuck with the line
Bitches can’t step on my garment
They do just what I say, and you know I’m leading them on
Braid my hair back, call it crochet
Im gangster like cliché, and you know I’m bringing it on
Yeah I’m bringing it on, toast and a cheer cause I’m bring it on!
Packer yeah, Packer yeah, cheese on ya head like a muthafucka Packer yeah
Po up a four, man we need us some ice and we need us some sytrofoams shit
Suck on that dick, till you make that muthafucka stand like a tower yeah
Fuck that lil’ nigga, don’t get mad he broke
Thats why he acting sour, yeah
Nigga need to go and get they self some money
Nigga nigga thought the words from my bunny
I took Molly, now a whole in my tummy
Foreign bitch got me speaking ebonics
Pull up boy, you know all my cars they running
Buffalo car, my sofa like Jumanji
Bring that shit to me, fuck the price its nothing
I don’t need help I can …

[Hook : Young Thug]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

[Verse 3 : Rula Da Messiah]

[Hook : Young Thug (x2)]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no


Young Dolph – Foreva (feat. T.I.)


[Intro]
Hey who is that?
Who is that right there?
Hey whats up lil’ mama?

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
She a good girl but she bad so I’m confused (damn)
Fuck it, I’ma shoot my shot got nun ‘ to lose (fuck it)
I said "what’s up my name is D"
She said "nigga you lyin’, yo name Dolph"
Okay you know me? Then let’s go pull off
Jump in this coupe and let’s go and get lost
Took you to my hood but you was scared
I started laughin’ then you got mad
Bet you never been with a nigga like me
Give a fuck about bitches count skrilla like me
We started off havin’ fun though
You asked me where I keep my gun though
Uh, I don’t wanna talk about that
Why that ass so fat and why you walk like that?
I’m just a lil nigga out here havin’ it
All of my niggas, they savages
Guess what I did last weekend ?
Bitch I made your boyfriend’s salary

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I can’t say no
Bitch real thick like clay though
I got Hi-Tec in my faygo
Heard you got strippers on payroll
Nigga I got killers on payroll
My lil mama mad at me, said she don’t like the way that I’m livin’
She hate to see cough medicine, say she don’t like the way that I’m sippin’
I was drinkin’ this shit 10 years before I met you, lil mama you trippin’
Wait a minute, hold up it’s me
Wait a minute, roll up the weed
Wait a minute, roll up my sleeves
Got a pocket full of blue cheese
Kickin’ shit in the trap like Bruce Lee
When I walk in they be like "who’s he?"
When I walk out they be like "what the fuck?"
What the fuck is that lil nigga drivin’?
All my niggas, they ridin’
All of these bitches be lyin’
Lil fly nigga plus my bitch fly so together we flying

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Pussy nigga hatin’ pulled up beside me
She pulled out a purse,rolled the window down told the pussy nigga bust a move, ain’t shit to try
Stayed down for a nigga on a gun charge
Went to jail with a nigga on a dope case
I told the girl how much I love ya, I’d die for ya, wouldn’t think twice, told me "boy go pull weight"
And when I told her ballin’ on these hoes ain’t shit to do
10 million dollars on the crib, all that for you
When you ain’t even got to ask me where I’m puttin’ my dick
Cause odds are you gon’ be with me when I’m getting seduced
You know penthouses full of your WCW’s
And St. Regis, Four Seasons, Londons, and W’s
And Rolls-Royces, Benzes, i.e. BMWs
Spend that cake if I’m in love with you hey
Hey you gon’ find it hard to get
Someone goin’ hard at TIP
But lil boy we started that
Closer where we are, and you a part of that
And apologies if you gave me your heart
And I turned around, gave you a heart attack
God damn, I’m a dog for that
Breakin’ up? Came too far for that
I keep it real though

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever


Chris Brown – Dolce

October 29, 2016

Lyrics

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They say, “Fuck you, where your friends at?”
We say, “Fuck it, where the bands at?”
We say, “Bitch you by the car? No”
I tell the bitch I love the bottle
Bitch you be busy, why you callin’?
See that bitch is poppin’ bars now

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say

Baby, you the finest, booty bouncin’
That’s why I put you in designer, I’m movin’ mountains
Haters get the fuck from round, we don’t fuck around
You know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down
Hasta luego
Play with the bricks like they Legos
Too drunk, I’mma fuck up my kidneys
Come check out my brain like Play-Dough
All my killers, they do what I say so
All my bitches stay down, you don’t mess with
Got a bitch who just do what I need
Hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind my babies
It’s hard to tell if she really loves me
Or is it the Dolce
I’m too fucked up at the moment
To even recognize your face, we was too fucked up

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say

She blowin’ my phone up
She want that dick first thing in the morning
Skrrt off in the foreign
Just give me some head, that pussy is borin’
Sellin’ pussy like it’s real estate
Puttin’ jugs on the interstate
Old clip out the H-Town
On the southside with my nigga Trey
You niggas is foolish, you soundin’ so stupid
Just left from my jeweller
Like what is you doin’?
Just got back from tour, I’m livin’ like Lucious
I be drunk off the D’ucé
Two hoes, call it two play
Man down at the trap house
Tell ’em take mine, we done that play
OHB, that’s the set nigga
Father sellin’ them bricks now
Got a redbone on the westdie
That bang head like TIP nigga
I’m good wherever I go
I’m stacked up and they know
With the top down on my king shit
I got the keys nigga, like Hov

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say