Tag: YG


YG Angry Everyone Praising Eminem While Ignoring His Trump Diss Track




YG is not amused that while everyone is praising Eminem take down of Donald Trump while pushing aside his own Trump diss track from a year ago.

Eminem freestyle at last night’s BET Hip Hop Awards Cypher is the trending topic in hip hop today and while the Detroit legend is getting a lot of praise for his word play and for taking on the President, YG is saying he did the same thing last year. During the 2016 Presidential Election, YG and Nipsey Hussle release a single “F**k Donald Trump” and even performed it while touring. So you can understand his frustration now that Em is getting all the attention.

“So we don’t get no credit for dissing TRUMP a year ago?” YG wrote on Twitter. “Mann, F**K TRUMP 4reals tho. F**k this internet sh*t. It’s really f**k em.” Although, he is seemingly angry that he is not getting credit for the movement in hip hop, he is still pushing the “f*** Donald Trump” narrative on social media and hopefully it will translate into more record sales for him.

YG has since deleted most of the tweets while adding just moments ago, “OK that was the drank talkin.” Seems he is saying that he was a bit intoxicated while he was tweeting early, but he still feels the same way about Trump.

Ok that was the drank talkin

— YG (@YG) October 11, 2017




Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG)




[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(4 Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
[?]
Yeah
[?] (so)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly to a play with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (skrt)
I’m on jet ski’s with naked bitches
Give my last city naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4 Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard, when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Hook]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)


Stream Fergie Album “Double Dutchess” Feat. Nicki Minaj, YG & Rick Ross


Fergie drop her highly anticipated sophomore album “Double Dutchess” and you can now stream and download it on iTunes/Apple Music.

The album comes with 13 tracks and includes guest appearances from the likes of Rick Ross on “Hungry,” “Nicki Minaj on “You Already Know,” YG on “L.A.LOVE (la la),” and her son Axl Jack on the single “Enchanté (Carine).” Fergie also released a music video for every single that she released thus far which means that she will likely released a visual for all the songs on the album.

The album “Double Dutchess: Seeing Double” is the followup to Fergie debut album “The Dutchess” which was released over a decade ago and hassince been certified five times platinum. That project spawned a number of hits that the Black Eyed Peas singer known for including “Glamorous” and “Fergalicious.” Fergie is also dealing with some personal problems of her own with her recent separation from husband Josh Duhamel. She recently opened up about her debut album saying that it was her most honest effort yet.

Stream and download Fergie new album “Double Dutchess” on iTunes/Apple Music below.


Lil Durk – Young Niggas (feat. Meek Mill)


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
A 100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk work ’cause I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve up been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas under Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Ain’t win yet, don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
K round stick, and we on whoever wherever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga


YG – Pop It, Shake It Lyrics


[Verse 1: YG]
This is not just another dance sooooong
This that, “Baby did you leave ya man home?”
Kuz I’m tryna party like I’m grown
I’m tryna get the lap dance with my eyes closed, yeah
You my type, my type and I’m starving
I think you fit my appetite
Kan you live up to the hype?
I be cautious, I klean you up with the Wet Wipes
She a stripper, but she bad tho
Got back on her feet
She was doing bad though
Made it out the struggle
I respect her hustle, yeah
Fuck it, put her in a mansion, yeah
Fuck it, make sure the Rollie matching, yeah
If you an independent woman, yeah
Mercedes Benz, Celine bag
You ain’t ever gotta tell her
And she know she bad

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Verse 2: YG]
Dammmn, yeah she moving kinda fast though (fast though)
Tryna keep up, but I don’t wanna crash though (crash though)
Baby got back though
She the type you sneak out the back door
Show me what you working with, drop it down, do a split
Damn girl, you bad as shit
She a vegan, but she still thick
I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, westside
G bitch, big spender, big tipper
Grab the ones, bring the liquor
Lemme rap to ya in the basement, Big Tigger
And Jay got B and I’m YG, pop that on me
Jay got B and I’m YG, girl pop that pussy on me

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Bridge: DJ Mustard]
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something, go head
Shake something, baby, shake something
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something
Twerk, twerk something, lemme know you worth something

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it


Charles Hamilton – Zombiefunk Lyrics


Faded off my ass, talking to the glass. Look at shorty walking pass with that ass. I just want to pay attention. Not even worry about passing my class. You see, life is a test and the club is high school. Just like the industry show me love because I do all the things that my enemies wish to see within them. I mind my business. But they’d like to be like me. Like I’m Spike Lee or they’d like to like me. I don’t roll that way. What, are y’all gay? Please stay away while a nigga just play. You hear the sample? There is none in it! Just isn’t this track. So sit back and relax with the fact that I’m jamming. Hamilton on his composition, stanza shit

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

I treat my wrist like it’s the face of a hater. Spitting in the face of a hater. Face full of craters. That’s why I stay away from the limelight even though I’m nice. I’m the gothic Drake. You gotta stay awake when listening to me. Especially when I’m spitting these frees. I’m the bee’s knees, mind your business. When I’m spitting I’m the shiznit. Gotta love the rhythm, I’m such a composer. Love it until it’s over. Such is when you’re sober. Oh, what you said about me? Your head is crowded, B, with thoughts of another nigga. You gotta love the nigga, even though he’s some sucker nigga. You paid for it – What is he, YG? Please stay behind me when I do my thing

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

I got Control like Kendrick with a sentence. My sidekick says I’m demented. My psychiatrist likes this shit. She likes to vibe with it, she’s on my dick. Sorry miss, just give me my prescription. Or just listen when a nigga spitting. I’m out the psych ward, I’m in the mic booth. So I do my thing, word to my tooth being loose from the nastiness that I spit from behind this shit. My tongue is like minuses, a minus sign. Behind your mind when I rhyme like this. Think about it, if my tongue was tracks, what you want back? That old flavor! So I got no neighbors, I’m so hot. And I don’t got no haters, so don’t plot

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded


MIKE WILL MADE IT – Gucci On My lyrics


Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom
Mike WiLL Made-It

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

Offset! Ayy!
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like caw-caw

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga


Mike WiLL Made It – Gucci On My (feat. 21 Savage, YG & Migos)


[Intro: 21 Savage]
Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom

Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 1: 21 Savage (YG)]
Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

[Chorus: 21 Savage (YG)]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 2: YG (21 Savage, Kamaiyah)]
G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

[Chorus: 21 Savage (Quavo)]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop (rah)
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

[Verse 5: Offset]
Offset! Ayy
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like ca-ca

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Outro]
Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga


Nasty C – Check (feat. Erick Rush) (Bad Hair Extensions Album)


[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Oh yeah
I know I’m jiggy, I put it before Jigga
I got the country asking if I’m working for Jigga
My life ain’t been the same since the season
Before, cause I turned it into a gold bitch
And I owe it to no nigga
My business stay undercover like watch from the cold head
And my bitches stay undercovers and play with the scrotum
My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is the gold-digger
My first song was Get Going, now I’m a go-getter
Ohh which one of you has-bins got some advice to give?
Then just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live
If I made them hate me now, well this summer i’d get me killed
I heard so-and-so just made it out to one-hit-wonder ville
Oh which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans
New niggas hate me cause I turned their Pops into fans
Old niggas hate me cause their baby mamas got snapped
And I’m known, it is your gut to a chance
I went from a ‘having loser’ written on my forehead
To losing sleep and having bitches on their four legs
To only wearing shit if it’s imported
To only smiling back if you important
Connect the dots, I’m connecting flights to Paris
And now we slack, we living on the place
And then I flew my nigga up to Spain
Google dictionary, hated just to tell girls our names
Learned how to say

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 2: Erick Rush]
Look, I burst around
And make you break your fuckin’ neck
Niggas coughing dimes, the only thing I cough is a cheque
Ask the people who got it, they’ll tell you straight up to them necks
You tried to play poppa, only just played yourself
Whoa, congratulations you could’ve been half as basic
I know I lack patience but still the mass is await me
I know I try to pace it but look how fast she got naked
I mean… I been Magic since when they still had McGrady
Lord look how you made me
How can one be this wavy
Now when they debating about the best
You know they say me
They hire me on sports, I never needed any training
Then I met Nasty C, and be both started heavy-weighting
Man check out the muscles, instrumentals get tussle
Pounding all these beats til I get bruises on my knuckles
I’m that one cousin up to what niggas done no
Do it for my city, my YG niggas dunno
I was trapping hitting leaks to early mornings
Losing sips and having bitches on four their legs
Puff a lot but only if this spliff is pouring
When I’d hit the spliff to get the hits in motion
Living in Durban, I connect the flights in Paris
My parents always ask about my plans
I’m ’bout to fly my nigga out here just to see what changes
But I swear about a week or two we probably go insane make him…

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque


The Game – Same Hoes (Sam Californie) Lyrics


[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it’s the same game
Call that bitch a crew hop
Got me feelin like 2Pac
I see the same hoes, oh oh
I see the same hoes, yeah yeah
I see the same hoes, oh oh
I see the same hoes, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Game]
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Let her fall in love with the dick
I came through, 50 Bentley’s
Got my witness, got her digits, while I’m whippin
Lames on the side, nigga name on the thigh
Be the same whack bitch with them flowers on the side
I told her bye bitch, bye bitch
You can never fuck with my bitch
She rock Tom Ford
And I see you in them busted ass Concord’s
Tryna smoke my weed like a motherfuckin lawnmower
Everywhere I go, every video I see
One minute she with Drake, next minute she with me
Heard she fucked with Kendrick and my nigga YG
Heard she had two abortions last week
She a ratchet, get it cracking every time she on her feet
That bitch mouth a magnet to the motherfuckin D
Word the D y’all
Word to the motherfuckin D
Especially when (Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Look, I would never fuck you cause you broke
And you can never fuck cause you a ho
I see you poking out that ass, I’m like so
I’m runnin laps in these streets, bitch I know
We out here buyin Benz’s, out here buyin Rollies
Yo pussy getting beat the fuck up like Sodi
My nigga Chuck told me, my nigga Ty told me
Had yo ass on Adams fucking all of his homies
Took her down to ‘Shaw then got ran my brodies
It’s a cold ass game so I play it like Sony
Nigga I solely swear to never love a bitch, fuck a bitch
I be on some real Nipsey Hussle shit, fuck is this?
2014 sucka shit
Hoes out here sucking dick, got ‘eem sprung and struck it rich
And after that she fuckin split
Pulled up on some fucking crips, some real B dogs and shit
And all we do is dog a bitch
I chase loot, not my balls and dick
She eat good when she with you nigga, she’ll starve with Nip, aye!

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hu$$le
Dolla $ign
And all we see is these same hoes
Uh na na na na na
Yeah yeah


YG – My Nigga Remix lyrics


[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I said that I’mma ride for my motherfuckin’ niggas
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga

[Verse 1: YG]
First thing’s first I love all my niggas
This rap shit cracked and I involve my niggas
You lookin’ for some lean, lemme call my nigga
He sell it for the high, I need all mines nigga
Some niggas smoke smoke, some niggas drink drank
Got niggas on the block with the Glock that don’t think
I said, “that’s a nigga back up,” they in a bucket lapped up
I got to act right if you niggas wanna act up
He talkin’ like a snitch no, that ain’t my nigga
He trippin’ off a bitch no, that ain’t my nigga
Take a nigga case, yeah that’s my nigga
Know him since I was eight, yeah that’s my nigga
Fucked my first bitch, passed her to my nigga
Hit my first lick, passed with my nigga
Fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas
I ride for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I said that I’mma ride for my motherfuckin’ niggas
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Just know I’m down with the niggas down for me
I got two words for you, love and loyalty
It was me and my nigga, trippin’ on a half a B
Then we used to hit a mall and buy everything we see
Me and my down ass nigga get twisted
Nigga get to trippin’, knock the gravy out your biscuit
Just know I fucked with you the long way, my nigga
So when I see you out I’m like, “Hey, my nigga!”
Drink that act right by the case, my niggas
Drink that act right and get straight with my niggas
Me and my nigga ridin’ dirty trynna chase them figures
Who got the yopper, who got the yola? Don’t matter, go figure

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I said that I’mma ride for my motherfuckin’ niggas
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga

[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
My nigga got cake, my nigga got weight
My nigga fronted me, he the reason I’m straight
My nigga got a house, my nigga got a lake
My nigga we eatin’, my nigga get a plate
And we’re still hittin’ licks, my nigga, my nigga
Runnin’ off a nigga shit, my nigga, my nigga
I fucked a nigga bitch with my nigga, my nigga
If a nigga talkin’ shit then he ain’t my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
YG my nigga and I ain’t goin’ in, ain’t trynna leave my niggas
Shawty seein’ me and want to leave with a nigga
But it wasn’t enough room cause I came with my niggas
My niggas, my niggas
I need a set of wings cause I’m too fly, nigga
And I’m all about my business like a suit and tie nigga
I ride for my niggas (Believe that)

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I said that I’mma ride for my motherfuckin’ niggas
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga

[Outro]
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
Yeah…


Lil Durk – Young Niggas


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
A 100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk work ’cause I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve up been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas on the Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Ain’t win yet, don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
K round stick, and we on whoever wherever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga


Lil Durk – Young Niggas Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told them I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk verses, I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told them I’m the one nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas on the Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Anywhere yet don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
Came ’round stick, and we on whoever whatever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told them I’m the one nigga


Tiny C Style – Black Ice


Black out on a nigga and give him the whole thang
City under siege, cold world and a dirty game
I needed green, that was the reason I sold ‘cane
I switch lanes, forever moving, ain’t shit changed
The bitch pussy good, got my high like an airplane
Well off, to the motherfucking Jets mane
My flow futuristic, just like the Jetson’s
I ain’t platinum yet, but believe me I’m on my way
Like a nigga on the chain who got less than 30 days
Got a play to make a hundred in less than 30 days
Repeat it 12 times, that’s 1.2
Tuck a mill away, and then go invest the two
Keep in mind businesses, between no debt due
On the road to success, hot pursuit of the loot
Stand for something, don’t fall for anything, was taught as a youth
This message is being brought to you, by a young OG
I’m certified out the LBC
Tryna touch what I never touched, see what I never seen
My niggas flockin’, moving work just to get the green
Multi before I die, long as YG

[Outro]
Back like I never left
Well off G’s
JLR niggas
Yeah
Tryna touch what I never touched, see what I never seen
I’m tryna touch what I never touched, see what I never seen
Multi before I die
Yeah


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