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Kodak Black – Corrupted Lyrics




[Intro]
Yes, Yes I’m your blessing ma
Mama I know
Sometimes I act crazy but I’m still your baby
The projects made me like this you can’t blame me

[Verse]
Mama I’m still your baby but the streets corrupt me
I’m sorry I fell in love with guns, I fell in love with thuggin’
I’m cluthin’, I keep that Colt .45 everyday like Tony Dungy
I shoulda just listened to what you said but I don’t really like instructions
I don’t be wantin’ to hear nothing
Cause I was lookin’ up to my cousin
They was in and out of jail, that was all I seen
So I knew what I wanted to be as a youngin’
Mama said she hate my stumblin’
Why I gotta be so grumpy
When it comes to anger don’t rush it
You gonna end up in a dungeon
I hate my attitude but I love him
Cause I don’t really be with that fuck shit
Mama I’m fried, I be just trynna vibe
I don’t really be trynna get no [?]
Sittin’ back sippin’ on Hennessey
Niggas trynna drain out my energy
Ain’t no bad vibe in these premises
I can feel the vibe you envy me
Trynna stay level-headed keep my head straight
But the devil he don’t want to see me go the better way
Deep in my heart lookin’ for the love I had
My heart was gold but these dirty streets turned it black
I was a good lil’ nigga life turned me bad
Can’t show sympathy, I might get whacked
On probation but I know I got to stay strap
Went on a lick geek, I forgot my face mask
Went on a lick geek, turn up on a nigga ass
When they let me out VA, I had 30 stash
Poppin’ fraud cause this rap shit wasn’t bringin’ cash
Always takin’ care of my mama cause she all I had
You would think a boy roller bladin’
How I skated so much around my vacations
I coulda got draft to the Patriots
NFL, run up on me get deflated
Drop some but I caught a lot of cases
I don’t rap, goin’ up top on a safety
I pray that y’all [?] save me
Lately, I been goin’ back crazy
Maybe if you be my lady
I might stop all this ragin’
Baby can you be my lady
I just been sittin’ here thinkin’
Wonder if you could be my lady
I be goin’ through some phases
I don’t even know what phase is
Everybody round me changin’
I was just talkin’ about this to my partna them
I just gave a pussy ass hoe a compliment
Thought she was a thousand, I just start to like the bit
9 dollar bill that ain’t real she counterfeit

[Outro]
My nigga I was so close of wifin’ it
I ain’t brought it in, she’s triflin’
All along she was just a body bitch
She a slimey bit, she a grimey bitch
She conniving, she a slumpey bitch
Don’t go out like that, she a nat
Fall back Black she a nat
Don’t go out like that she a nat




Young M.A – Kween (Freestyle)




[Intro]
Oh man, what’s wrong with these niggas man?
Motherfuckers thought they was gon’
They thought they was gon’ count me out man?
Like I ain’t a part of this shit
Like I ain’t go hard for this shit
Like I ain’t the god of this shit
Yeah, I said it
It’s MA
I know these niggas hating, but I inspire these niggas on the low man
I believe that shit
I inspire you niggas

[Verse]
Surprise motherfuckers
Open your eyes motherfuckers
M.A where you been?
It’s about time motherfucker
I just been on my grind like a motherfucker
I apologize
Now I’m back on these beats doing homicides
I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise
And I had to put that joy back in my momma’s eyes
Devil tried to bring me down but I don’t run, I rise
I bet if they was in my shoes they’ll probably run and hide
They don’t really want the truth they rather run with lies
You damn right I’m touching money and I’m touching lives
I got the crown too
I’m a queen, I’m who they bow to
If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too
It’s Brooklyn, I run the town too
They hold me down, I hold them down too
A new year, so It’s round two
I can’t believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer
That’s like saying you drove a whip without no tires
That’s like saying you had it lit without no fire
Moral of the story is they all liars
Funny guys, bummy guys
I know Flex ‘gon spin this about 20 times
I’m up now with my watch on sunny side
Now all I see is carrots like a bunny’s eyes
I’m in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes
I’m still dwelling on the fact that I’m countrywide
Shout out to my VA niggas them my country guys
9 years, I was raised on the countryside
Now I’m 25 getting checks
Doing more, saying less
Working more, playing less
Giving more, taking less
I just wish niggas was focused more, hatin’ less
On the grind, waitin’ less
Being real, fakin’ less
You don’t sound believable they won’t believe in you
That’s why I really speak about what I really do
Yeah I’m hot but I keep it cool, humble shit
And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle shit
I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel shit
This New York, we ain’t supposed to do that mumble shit
We don’t run we run shit
On some son you shit
M.A coming for they heads on some frontal shit
I’m back focused, money ain’t folding
Yeah I took a break, but I ain’t broken
They say, "I’m changing"
I say, "I’m growing"
And I say, "they all full of shit" like a colon
They talk about me like they past perfect
Like they present pretty, like they future flawless
Like this world ain’t got drug addicts and alcoholics
Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion
Like me being gay is so fucking important
We all sinnin’ nigga, I don’t give a fuck what you call it
The only man that can judge me is the man above
Too much hate y’all need to open up a can of love
How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug
Saying I’m a thief somebody must’ve hand them drugs
They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for ’em
They thought I ain’t have something in the stash for ’em
I see a crown damn right I’ma grab for it
Where I’m from, we just take it we don’t ask for it
On my way to success I got a map for it
And for my dreams, yup, I’m still running laps for it
You can see it in my eyes, it’s still hunger there
I’m still looking to the sky ’cause my brother there
Went from stashing OCs in my underwear
To 2016 being my fucking year
Now I’m back here another year
And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it’s nothing there
Don’t get mad, get money, get on your grizzy
I don’t respond to you niggas because I’m busy
My eyes low because I’m tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy
Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys
Hair still frizzy
Loud still pissy
How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60
Independent at my own label
At my own table and I’m so grateful
What don’t break you make you
So to them motherfuckers throwing stones, thank you


Young M.A – Kween


[Intro]
Oh man, what’s wrong with these niggas man?
Motherfuckers thought they was gon’
They thought they was gon’ count me out man?
Like I ain’t a part of this shit
Like I ain’t go hard for this shit
Like I ain’t the god of this shit
Yeah, I said it
It’s MA
I know these niggas hating, but I inspire these niggas on the low man
I believe that shit
I inspire you niggas

[Verse]
Surprise motherfuckers
Open your eyes motherfuckers
M.A where you been?
It’s about time motherfucker
I just been on my grind like a motherfucker
I apologize
Now I’m back on these beats doing homicides
I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise
And I had to put that joy back in my momma’s eyes
Devil tried to bring me down but I don’t run, I rise
I bet if they was in my shoes they’ll probably run and hide
They don’t really want the truth they rather run with lies
You damn right I’m touching money and I’m touching lives
I got the crown too
I’m a queen, I’m who they bow too
If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too
It’s Brooklyn, I run the town too
They hold me down, I hold them down too
A new year, so It’s round two
I can’t believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer
That’s like saying you drove a whip without no tires
That’s like saying you had it lit without no fire
Moral of the story is they all liars
Funny guys, bummy guys
I know Flex ‘gon spin this about 20 times
I’m up now with my watch on sunny side
Now all I see is carrots like a bunny’s eyes
I’m in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes
I’m still dwelling on the fact that I’m countrywide
Shout out to my VA niggas them my country guys
9 years, I was raised on the countryside
Now I’m 25 getting checks
Doing more, saying less
Working more, playing less
Giving more, taking less
I just wish niggas was focused more, hatin’ less
On the grind, waitin’ less
Being real, fakin’ less
You don’t sound believable they won’t believe in you
That’s why I really speak about what I really do
Yeah I’m hot but I keep it cool, humble shit
And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle shit
I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel shit
This New York, we ain’t supposed to do that mumble shit
We don’t run we run shit
On some son you shit
M.A coming for they heads on some frontal shit
I’m back focused, money ain’t folding
Yeah I took a break, but I ain’t broken
They say, "I’m changing"
I say, "I’m growing"
And I say, "they all full of shit" like a colon
They talk about me like they past perfect
Like they present pretty, like they future flawless
Like this world ain’t got drug addicts and alcoholics
Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion
Like me being gay is so fucking important
We all sinnin’ nigga, I don’t give a fuck what you call it
The only man that can judge me is the man above
Too much hate y’all need to open up a can of love
How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug
Saying I’m a thief somebody must’ve hand them drugs
They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for ’em
They thought I ain’t have something in the stash for ’em
I see a crown damn right I’ma grab for it
Where I’m from, we just take it we don’t ask for it
On my way to success I got a map for it
And for my dreams, yup, I’m still running laps for it
You can see it in my eyes, it’s still hunger there
I’m still looking to the sky ’cause my brother there
Went from stashing OCs in my underwear
To 2016 being my fucking year
Now I’m back here another year
And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it’s nothing there
Don’t get mad, get money, get on your grizzy
I don’t respond to you niggas because I’m busy
My eyes low because I’m tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy
Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys
Hair still frizzy
Loud still pissy
How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60
Independent at my own label
At my own table and I’m so grateful
What don’t break you make you
So to them motherfuckers throwing stones, thank you


Missy Elliott – I’m Better (feat. Lamb)


[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 1: Missy]
He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you don’t know nann hoe

[Bridge: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 2: Missy]
Missy so hot, I’m from VA
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so grande
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

[Bridge 2: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 3: Missy]
Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

[Bridge 3: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better


Substantial – Lasting Impression (feat. Wayna) (The Past Is Always Present In The Future Album)


[Chorus]
Maryland, yall got me cuz (Yeah!)
Sub & The Stuy come rock with us (Yeah!)
DC, yall got me cuz (Yeah!)
HiPNOTT in the spot come rock w/ us (Yeah!)
Eh, VA yall got me cuz (Yeah!)
You know this joint ji crank come rock with us (Yeah!)
Worldwide get live with us (Yeah!)
Turn the volume way up come rock with us (Yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Can’t end before it begins
No one does it alone and we too old to play pretend
This is for my supporters fans family and friends
Wifey for sticking by me like we was Siamese twins
Last line was generic, my status ain’t that’s apparent
Came up on the low like I be shopping in clearance
And I do, ‘cause my biz more important than my appearance
Shouldn’t judge by the cover but you can tell this shit serious!
The past is always present in the future!!!
I ain’t going nowhere but up
Was naming your favorite rapper ‘fore you was lookin’em up
Advising some legends ‘fore you acknowledge my presence
Marathoning these sprinters while minimizing my effort
Maximizing my gains a rapper thats gots some brains
Flew my family out the country for $200 and some change
I be stacking them miles I’m frequently on them fliers
When you stay above the clouds it’s easy to take it higher
Lets go… go… go… go… go… eh!
Battle tested and approved
Yall were bodied in your party, asphyxiated your crew
Kinda shit we use do when dudes battled over rhythms
Beatbox, lunch table or a trash radio system
Handclaps, DJ… but eventually I moved on
‘Cause unlike bammas nowadays I make pretty good songs
I never shuck and jive for muthaphucas live
I make the type of music that help people reconstruct their lives
I know yall love right, so keep it on repeat…
Still climbing like I don’t know a peak
Flowing like you disabled, you sounding like you don’t know a beat
Rockin the ark when paired with loops dirtier than Noah’s feet
Couldn’t pay’em to notice me, now they pay ‘cause they know it’s me
Heads turning like rotaries, knowin’ he’s awesome totally
Exes who still ain’t over me realigning their ovaries
Respected globally, now they lovin me locally
Urban legend, surely reppin MD you better know it, we here!

[Bridge: Wayna]
How lucky to be
Apart of legacy
Now you can come with me
And we could be…
Legendary!

[Verse 2]
These songs are one part of my legacy
But time will tell what will come from these youngins that met me
Tan, yellow, white, red, ebony, armed with verbal weaponry
Topple obstacles that stand between them and destiny
Haters, fakers and shottas, light takers and coppers
Who wanna eff up your chakras but don’t let none of that stop ya
Gotcha…
Live our dreams while we’re awake now that’s the mantra
When you carried the weight remember who was there to spot ya!
(Keep pushing… take it from tippy!)

[Chorus]
Wayna, you got me cuz (Yeah!)
I appreciate you, Queen for rocking with us (Yeah!)
Kokayi, you got me cuz (Yeah!)
My brother from another mother be rockin’ w/ us (Yeah!)
QN5, yall got me cuz (Yeah!)
Still holding me down, they rockin’ with us (Yeah!)
Worldwide get live with us (Yeah!)
Let The Stuy take us home come ride with us! (Yeah!)


Chris Brown – Dat Night Lyrics


[Intro: Trey Songz & Young Thug]
Yup!
Ay, I fucked round and made them niggas
God damn open ’em all up tonight, know what I mean
Breezy!
I swear to God
Trigga
Matter of fact, ay, ay call the sheriff, man

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
All my bitches, all my bitches
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Damn, fuck the situation, fuck them bitches hatin’
Fuck a pillow talkin’ nigga that be instigatin’
Frustrated, now I know why they all hate me
I fuck these bitches and they know that I make pretty babies
Detroit got me back on my back fuckin’ black bitches
Tippin’ 4 and I’m pourin’ 4 of Actavis
She know every time I turn up, I keep fuckin’ up mattresses
Tryna ask me why I don’t nut
Percocet make the dick like a magician
Funny ass nigga, why we laugh different?
Cause I cash different
I’m tryna get my bitches, huh
You gotta pay for that last minute, bitch

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Toronto
I can get the pussy eyes closed with a blindfold
It’s a war zone, nigga, we be in Chicago
Lot of mamas cry, niggas die in Chicago
Know some Bloods ’cause nigga livin’ in LA
It’s a lot of things ain’t forgiven in LA
Know I’m from the third, I be reppin’ that VA
You ain’t got the money, you can never beat the case
Fuck the judge, fuck feds nigga, tryna get up off that poor
Niggas say they tryna eat, can’t get shit up off my fork
I hopped off the porch, hopped in the Porsche
Then hopped in the Benz, I fucked all her friends, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ay, make her suck dick on the patio
I might eat that bitch up like some ravioli
I get a rush in designer zone
Why a young nigga tellin’ they telly tellies
I fuck her good, I don’t tell them nothin’
Nut in her hair, make it good and fussy
I get it in with a bigger budget
And the inside my car look like peanut butter
Trap it when you walk baby
I done came from rags to riches, did all baby
When we done, she say it’s hard to walk, yeah yeah
Fuck her in the light, I don’t do nothin’ dark, yeah yeah
Fuck you thought, red bottoms bleed when we walk, uh
Put my food in ya drawers
Bedroom dim like walls
Young rain teach her how to chopper, yeah
Attached to my lights like moths, yeah
Favorite colour red, hot sauce, yeah
Wanna see me dead can you drop me, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Young Thug]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy