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Bow Wow - We Bout That (Eat The Cake) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled)

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'We Bout That (Eat The Cake)' Lyrics - Bow Wow (Ft. Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled)
Here is We Bout That (Eat The Cake) Lyrics by Bow Wow Ft. Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
YMCMB, Cash Money Billionaires
more cake. more money, more hustle
we the business, Rich Forever

[Verse 1: Bow Wow]
Smoking kush in my condo
ballin hard, bitch you aint know?
retro 6′s new show laces
at K.O.D. throwin ones in strippers faces
yeah that Ciroc justr got me feeling good
you are stuntin who? boy I know you wish you could
Cash Money, Young Money
I got retarded paper, I'm talkin dumb money
tatted up is an Ohio thing
I aint Tity Boi but IUm rockin 2 Chainz
pour it up, go head and roll it up
walking out the club, drunk as fuck

[Hook X2: Bow Wow]
Hey, stuntin hard yeah we bout that
you say you getting money huh? well I doubt that
all I do is ball, errday
throwin cake in a niggas face, eat it anyway

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
…GB on that drink heavy
I run in your fuckin mouth like the tooth fairy
yeah bitch its Tune, I'm dope in a spoon
I drive a fast car, that bitch go puu…
what the business is? All my girls pretty
Pussy, money, weed keep the world spinnin
I ball out like the 9th inning World Series
in name of the Father, Son, the Holy Spirit
and the weed strong, like a pro wrestler
What my pockets on? Nutty Professor
hit the strip club, throw like 20 racks
I aint trippin baby, Im gonna get it back
I'm Young Money

[Hook X2]

[Verse 3: Bow Wow]
I'm on one, yeah Im hot now
tell them hatin ass niggas pi, pipe down
doing a buck twenty on the highway
thick red bone looking like Beyonce
do it for the O, I gotta represent
I hear them clowns talkin stupid they aint talkin sense
I got my mind on my money
dont no how to Dougie, but all the bitches love me

[Hook X2]

[Bridge X4: Bow Wow]
I told ya'll before, nobody cant touch us
Y.M.C.M.B. (unfuckable)

[Hook X2]

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Bow Wow - We Bout That (Eat The Cake) (Ft. Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled)



Raekwon - New Day Lyrics and Video (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

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'New Day' Lyrics - Raekwon (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)
Here is New Day Lyrics by Raekwon Ft. Freddie Gibbs

[Intro: Raekwon]
talk this one out man
know what I mean?
nothin I dont deserve it man

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
whats good scientist? talk to me kid
hows life working?
keep your money up dead killers murkin niggas
I'm strong been through mountains
I;m like Martin once Spartan
gaurenteed to blow up your start week
my measurements is ordinance
little bit flashy, naw Im lyin I'm all cashmere with glasses
yeah I'm flashy dont come through flashin that shit
light a whole big blunt to this shit
we sit around the table here it goes
its yours, mines, his, hers, what?
this what it does
just keep it in the family all love
lets put the plugs together and cake up
build up the buzz
I write for real niggas who down
bring your hound with you
throw em a jewel with a meat on it
now did you analyze it like a 27 inch
give me the wrench
so we can throw a niggas some heroin and gina finch?

[Bridge: Freddie Gibbs]
yeah, whats the mother fuckin sign baby?
Gangsta Gibbs aka Eastside slim aka Freddie Cane man
be
be heaven in the mother fuckin bitch
know what Im sayin?
nigga dont do it this year
nigga rappin and shit you know what Im saying?
nigga goin tour overseas shit nigga
aint really rob no niggas
still sell dope though nigga

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
yeah ugh,
bitch Im from the ski mask school house
life stay complicated and toxicated and gooned out
and niggas aint graduated but they can relate with they tool belt
that 2 for 10 crack stems, needles and spoons out
ooh, I need some paper
ooh my fingers itchin
I wish Santa Claus would put a brick under my tree for christmas
a new wig for my bitch and two choppers off in my stocking
baking soda you a lockin you copin droppin the process
signed my life right on the dotted line
wrote it in blood got my uncle wiping down my ties
told em Ima thug, niggas know I rap for most of my days
I rap with my blood, before I see my platinum album
I see my day with the judge fuck it
when I die tell my mama Im in the mafia
…. by the school scoop me up from the party
a party you wanna stop but you cant give up the sport
little stole pyrex and fort
shouts to H New York, nigga

[Outro: Raekwon]
Talk to me big homie, whats the signs?
you know what it is, we under that building heavy
all condom mother fuckin
military shit on nigga
you know what Im sayin?
we organize nothing but real mission
we put it down in a special way
make errybody comfortable
if you get out a line
you gon see, I aint gon talk to you
I'm just gon write it out
you know what Im sayin?
but all this is mother fuckin real and not cosmetic
no loose shit over here nigga
we wear full size shit
full size gear, full size clothes
you know what Im sayin?
we traveling in a great way
and we out for the best
I shot every real nigga out there take care of themself
take care of yourself, thats number one
you know what Im sayin
cause these kind of lines right here
you might not hear no more
these is raw rhymes, these is raw lines
this is like, nigga Im a prophet
ya'll ready know man

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Raekwon - New Day (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

ASAP Rocky - Ghetto Symphony Lyrics and Video (Ft. Gunplay & ASAP Ferg)

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'Ghetto Symphony' Lyrics - ASAP Rocky (Ft. Gunplay & ASAP Ferg)
Here is Ghetto Symphony Lyrics by ASAP Rocky Ft. Gunplay & ASAP Ferg

[Intro]
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entree, gin and juice thats Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way
Pussy on a sunday, fitness on a monday
My new crib came with feng shui
And my closet is like a runway
Come be fiancee, she fuck me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge
Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Boogie ass bitch made wait to fuck for two days
Finally got it today, swear to god my mood changed
Top off like toupes, drop off, touche
Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a nigga G
Riding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Whippin whitney, my mama as a witness
Bitches Lickin' and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle
She know it's dismissal
Spread the news I'm official
Now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive
Forget it, war ready, already tested
Tears and blood invested
‘Til my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down the lonely mile, phony smile
Warrants, police on me now, still touring
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain, in it's purest form
Don't complain I came to reign
From here forward, still noid
So crib got clear doors
Burning planes in my air force
And all I can see is clear ports

[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg]
Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna kill em' like Big Boi
These rappers is all my entrée,
Eat em' like cookies, chips ahoy
Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed
Know a couple niggas that I’d kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Body get found by a lil' fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a roid
Smoke punch make a nigga trip collide
Quit talkin' fast, you could grip the nine
Damn, look at how the hollow tip hit his spine
And the motherfuckers come in to cry
You niggas have a sour dipped in wine
Guess that’s why the ground sip the wine
Pourin liq so I soak in different shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul gets cold, all my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies
Tryina come with this for their freakin lives
How many times in your eyes has a nigga died?
Never!
Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga

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No Malice - Smoke, Mirrors Lyrics and Video (Ft. AB-Liva)

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'Smoke, Mirrors' Lyrics - No Malice (Ft. AB-Liva)
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When I was a child
I thought as a child
I talked like a child
I even reasoned like a child
But when I became a man
I put away childish things

It's like the blind leading the blind
They caught up in the shine
The tokens of success is not clearly defined
The watermelons gone and all that's left is rhyme
And yet you keep beating, beating
But in the back of your mind there's somewhat you rewind
Ever wonder why they continue to let you dine
Place a glass ceiling, continue to let you climb
Place drugs in the hood and pretending to let you grind
That little job they pretending to let you find
Boxed in, they continue to let you mime
A little deal they continue to let you sign
It's been more and spil wine
I gotta speak to my kind
Call me 8:45 cause both hands on the 9
It's from the heart and it's so sincere in every rhyme
I could let the wheel go, the Lord steers every time
Shit, if no child left behind,
black faces on the first 48 look like mine
Yeah, cause when that nigga in a bind
The ones in position from my view look like Shyne
Damn, and we the culprit in the crimes
In the pulpit, niggas lying, they just pokin' at the lion
‘Til my soul start flying and then frying, I'ma be defiant
It's written on the wall like a Mayan

You know, the truth is a funny thing
I mean, it's a double-edged sword
It separate bone from the marrow
Spirit from the flash
And if it's a lie, then say it's a lie
But if it's the truth
And that saw hits you
All you better do is say ouch

It's of a biblical proportion, what you are witnessing?
Spiritual abortion, slaughter of innocents
Guilty as charged, destruction of a lineage
I pray father God, you allow me to repent of it
And any crime scene that bear Malice's fingerprint
I pitched those keys like a tent, without thinkin'
Even served our own mamas, without blinkin'
Walking dead, clueless, no inkling
Within a twinkling, seeing what I was made of
While y'all speculate Clipse break up
Well think it not strange if I'm Abel to his Cain
Hell, even Esau had a Jacob, I ain't trippin'
And what's with all this swag I ain't feelin'
Gotta get that money, huh, nah, I'm chillin'
And I ain't sellin' my soul for no million
Cause that daddy rap daddy they crack the black ceiling
Why such blasphemy and anger toward a God which none have seen
Hmm, leads me to believe
That there's a wee bit more to this Jesus thing
And they use his name to sell them pies
Cause it take a lot of truth just to sell that lie
Yes, even now I repent
Of the circus acts, same clowns, different tint

I mean, if we gonna kill the kids
Then let's kill the kids
Pop that molly, right?
I mean, load them choppas, right?
Homeboy, the line's been drawn
And if you find it evil to serve the Lord
Then choose this day
Whom you will serve

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No Malice - Smoke, Mirrors (Ft. AB-Liva)

Kay Cola - Damn Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jay Ant)

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'Damn' Lyrics - Kay Cola (Ft. Jay Ant)
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Remember it, like, like yesterday
I blew you a kiss and,
And then you blew me away, away
You had me smiling all day, ey, ey, ey
Never forget when you took em out
Around the town, I didn’t wanted to end, no
Cause you blew me away, ey, ey, ey,

[Bridge]
In the back of my mind
I knew you were the one
In the back of my mind
I knew that you were gonna make me fall in love
I’m floating out

[Chorus]
There’s no way to describe it
It’s just damn, dam, damn,
Damn, damn, damn
There’s no way to describe it
It’s just damn, dam, damn,
Damn, damn, damn
There’s no way to describe it
It’s just damn,

I be like damn, damn, damn
Like martin said to gina and pam
I just wanna stunt like jean claude van damme
And you can stunt with me,
I’ma ask in advance
Cause when this paper come, you can come too
However, whenever, it’s notihng to me
These other niggas tryin, they fuckin with me
I be on my job, these niggas be lying
They ain’t on they job, they ain’t even applyin
So what is there to ponder about
Set them niggas free and let them wander about
We want the same thing, you ain’t gots to lie
Plus you beautiful as fuck and you ain’t gots to try
If fuckin you’s a sin, then I gots to fight
You ain’t even have to, but I gots try
You got them lips, put these lips on mind couldn’t miss
We can shake the world with a kiss
So imagine what could happen if we

We keep it cool we, we never change it
Only gets better, something we can’t throw away, ey, ey
That’s why we’ll always stay, in love
See what we have is not from this place
Out of the planet, somewhere out of space
Out of the galaxy,

[Bridge]
In the back of my mind
I knew you were the one
In the back of my mind
I knew that you were gonna make me fall in love
I’m floating out

[Chorus]
There’s no way to describe it
It’s just damn, dam, damn,
Damn, damn, damn
There’s no way to describe it
It’s just damn, dam, damn,
Damn, damn, damn
There’s no way to describe it
It’s just damn.

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Kay Cola - Damn (Ft. Jay Ant)

Black Thought - Rage Is Back Lyrics and Video (Ft. J Period)

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'Rage Is Back' Lyrics - Black Thought (Ft. J Period)
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Don’t even ask how do high feel
Ask how do I feel, prolly how the sky feel
Jokers come in sideways like a side field
The grapes are raft in the twine like vine still
Psychically I’m ill, walking through a mine field
With a straw stickin out a molotov cocktail
21 grams of souls on a rock scale
Probably burn like flamin coals on a hot grill
Yo if the actin life is absolutely not real
Then you diminished and you’re finished
It’s a done deal
Beyond that, my heartbeat is like a drum still
It’s like I’m living on a run with the gun still
Well bring the ammo that, heater taking care of that
Cause these words get it against birds and candlewax
It’s all stuck inside of your head like it’s arrowwax
Whole scene something outa hollywood, miramax
Hush, yo don’t nobody say a flockin word
Just put the sign on the door, the do not disturb
I’m bout to show these people how to kill a mockin bird
You hit this whole network like mark zuckenberg
Yo witness is confirmed when gunshots occur
Apparently the trigger man smoke lots of urb
And he can bring it to minds, disguise that’s the word
But guaranteed that be the last one you ever heard
You deaf, dumb and blind, I’m in for size like I’m underline
My definition is I’m undefined, cause I’m one of a kind
At the top of the line, at the top of the food chain when it come to the rhyme
And I’m cynical, cause I’m at the pentacle
Jokers is ridiculous, they the ones I ridicule
If somebody acting like they want it, I’ma get it do
Have em in the middle of the drama like a inner lude
Yeah that way you buck 10, so … often
Yo I don’t need new friends, I don’t trust them
You best keep a weapon like a shirt tail
Tucked in, because I’m taking the ends out like puc fin
These new just in, mass destruction boy
Presented to you by black inc production, yeah
Righteous hustling, trife corruption,
Look how these og’s with the mikes is musclin
And I fight for justice but minus the red cape
Dollar short, yeah lame suckers is scared straight
They know I’m hotter than a box with a bread bake
In broad day, period to… red tape, yeah main
Yeah main, yeah the rage is back, yeah the rage is back
Come on, yeah the rage is back yo, the rage is back
Yeah the rage is back.

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Black Thought - Rage Is Back (Ft. J Period)

Grafh - All Gold Everything (Freestyle) Lyrics and Video

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'All Gold Everything (Freestyle)' Lyrics - Grafh
Here is All Gold Everything (Freestyle) Lyrics by Grafh

Gold all in my chain, gold all in my rang
I ain’t got no credit, got one house
And 2 cars all in my name
Nigga got gold all in my watch
Gold all in my plane
Got gold all in my skin tone
I got gold all in my veins
I’m a golden brown ghetto nigga
My mama talkin bout change
What y’all be talkin bout strange
You talking bout them, you talkin bout lame
You talking bout me, you talking bout g
You talking bout cheese, you talking bout gangs
My watch be talkin bout bling
My gun be talkin bout bang,
Nigga this ain’t no fuckery
If you real nigga then fuck with me
But don’t fuck with me, cause I don’t fuck with niggas
That fuck with niggas that don’t fuck with me
This for them hood bitches, them bad hoes and good bitches
Them ugly hoes that you think they cute
On twitter cause they take good pictures
Hood vicious, straight violent
This watch, now that’s great timing
Shout out to them bad hoes
On instagram with they page private
Spread your legs, I’m stage diving
I treat the pussy like a steak omlet
I break your legs, I break your heart
I break the law but never break the promise
Check book, 8 commas, I lend you bread so you can pay a homage
In the club, my dark ass shades
I can’t see through em like fake diamonds
Sexy mama, I got expensive problems
Shoot game… I drop the work up
In front of you niggas, I mean benny hana, fendi, prada
I’m fresh bitch, I’m fresh bitch
Fuck a yes man, I need a yes bitch
That do what I said, and I say it’s trill
I say get to french, I say french kiss
I’m the fresh prince, I’m too strng
I’m high as fuck, I’m too gone
In the 2 seater with the roof gone
And the top go back when the roof yawn
Everythang in my chains is too long
My tool drawn, know it’s too long
I ball out get my swish on
Your coupons, I freestyle about 2 songs
Normally I don’t give a fuck who’s song
But my nigga trinidad, said take the beat and put a bruise on
So I spit on it, the same way
That I treat tits that I drew on
When I fucked the bitch with my jewels on
Ass thick with my timbaland boots on
With one 4 watch, 4 gold chains, 4 finger rangs, I kill em
Yo wife be, spend the night with me
And I treat the pussy like dinner
And this song for them fuck niggas
That’s hating on this winner
They talking on that gangster shit
But they hard prolly pump glitter, kill em

Gold all in my chain, gold all in my rang
Gold all in my watch, don’t believe me just watch
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, don’t believe me just watch
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, don’t believe me just watch
don’t believe me just watch
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, don’t believe me just watch
don’t believe me just watch
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my rang
Gold all in my watch, don’t believe me just watch
Don’t believe me bitch!

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Grafh - All Gold Everything (Freestyle)

Memphis Bleek - Mula (Freestyle) Lyrics and Video

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'Mula (Freestyle)' Lyrics - Memphis Bleek
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Brooklyn we shout,
Kay G nigga, get loud
we out of here, uh uh

Nothing more important than a mula
ain't nothing more important than a mula
you already know what it is my G,
let's get it!

Hook:
Ain't nothing more important than a mula,
Ain't nothing more important than a mula
praise God hallelujah, praise God hallelujah.
Ain't nothing more important than a mula
set my little king he gonna want to be the ruler,
back in the mula, whole click full of them shooters,
and I..prison so I'm screaming hallelujah.

Black nigga selling white call it segregation,
I'm a slave to the whips all of them caucasian
I make that thing go, this niggas you quicker than Jane go
..and do more hard, I might be wait in the pain hoe,
shout out to my bank roll, I show my pockets love,
'cause they hold me down,
you know this broke hoes when they stick me up,
plus I'm on that new shit, you know that beat that do say,
plus I got this game cook, my..you're looking like two flame,
eat nigga, eat nigga, you already know this blick nigga
I go hard in the streets nigga,
you only go hard in tweets nigga,
you do, and your new lady, huh
that's my own bitch, niggas buy a new Mercedes,
but do my own whips.
Now I'm f*cking no biffing nigga,
niggas know I'm straight livin' nigga,
I don't give a f*ck about diesel nigga,
I pull-pull it right through cleavage nigga,
reach your whole ass, running your spot with no mess,
and I wanna meet your boss 'cause I wanna meet your boss
and I wanna give you p**sy niggas out here no pass,
and this money honey, all season nigga,
go against the click, will kill you for that treason nigga,
and name is terms, give me your reason nigga,
we will find out just when you and your bitch be sleeping nigga.

Hook:
Ain't nothing more important than a mula,
Ain't nothing more important than a mula
praise God hallelujah, praise God hallelujah.
Ain't nothing more important than a mula,
Ain't nothing more important than a mula
praise God hallelujah, praise God hallelujah.

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Memphis Bleek - Mula (Freestyle)

Fred The Godson - The City Lyrics and Video

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'The City' Lyrics - Fred The Godson
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I’m too pac and two spots the block is secured
Stacked up to a fiend me, I’m the one you should call
But shawty on tour, juicy couture over law
And the drough when it’s fire bet I can talk em to fall
Rhymes spreaded, I said it with a style
Commerce you dealer, I gave em coke and a smile
From poverty, no cold, it was foul
Now they admire me, I’ve been broke in a while
Wild, can’t be talking to me
After my show, I have to be forced in the van
Came to new york, christopher walken to me
Figgy and pumble, christopher’s walking to me
Slick talking tatty, bare arms, from iran, hope you ready
Grave yam yankee fitty cap, fred the god and I came to brign the city back

[Hook]
You know I bees in the city
You drive v’s to the city
We push keys to the city
Mayor minds hope give me the key to the city
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now turn up

New york life is lawless
I got the city turnt up like the stocks dumped on mike and harris
Works the purest, same color is …
Girl here from school, she studyin the art of chow
Forget the vest I wear liff up
Tbm the best, they will clip em
Heard you got sour around, well we’ll stick em
For that 7 pounds with the wesson I will smith em
7 pounds will smith, big bronx uptown and we still spit
We back flowin and y’all know I got lines around the block
Like the tunnel back open
Speaking of tunnel, you know the sun is span
Call me harry and turman cause I got tunnel vision
Blue yankee fitty cap, fred the god and I came to bring the city back

[Hook]
You know I bees in the city
You drive v’s to the city
We push keys to the city
Mayor minds hope give me the key to the city
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now turn up.

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Meyhem Lauren - The Laurenovich Angle (Fuck Pitchfork) Lyrics and Video

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A pitchfork’s a devilish tool, we don’t use those
Real shottie under the seat, get your goof froze
Crack jokes after the crime and drop knowledge
87 credits, sold drugs and dropped college
Career criminal, but volunteered at the youth center
Try to drop jewels on the kid and let the truth in him
Real new york sits you out of town is where to get it
My resume is realistic so I fuckin live it
It’s a thin line between the critor and the critic
What you see is what you get so motherfucker gimmick
My life is real so everyday it’s different, can’t predict it
Stayin with the thoughts that’s reflected in my rhymes
Somedays we lift books and other times we hold 9’s
Shit, I’m no more contradictory than my life is
Played through wild spices, no point, control vices
Stay sharp, rap with preciseness, I’m priceless
The relevant

Fagot ass journalist niggas like
If you always spit the same shit
Niggas say always want dimensional, he’s no diversed
Bla, bla, bla,
Then when you hit em but all angles
Let em see you a real person, different side of you
Fucking smart dumb niggas can’t even analyze that shit
Get the fuck outta here man
You write about us

Fucking character, my only style is straight forward
Sometimes I drive slow and other times I straight floor it
Either way you see me whippin both I’m still me
I let my stories speak for themselves I’m so g
That mean gally, picture pitchfork’s pissin me
Fun love and fight when it’s on I move facingly
Renaissance man, fresh fall from forgettable
Unfiltered version of my life, I’m unspittable
Sit, have a sit, marinate in my mind state
Crush competition, makin tribute to the crime rate
I think life’s a bitch, literally I’m on a blind date
How could someone annalyze the rim if they defy fate
People like myself be on the top cause we design fate
Whole life, took matters into my own hands
That nigga still fuckin with old plans, we graduates
Swing swords, shooting up spots to tame savages
Kelly Kapalsky, call kelly kapalsky
You guys really got that one man
But you never loved …that’s what that song’s about
I’m just a grown man obsessed with saved by the bell
Pat yourself on the back for such genius and analyzing that fucking song
You guys really know it all over there man

Crafted cleverly, kelly kapalsky’s cocaine
Cobol comprehension causes confusion no brain
If you critic copy ended you don’t understand much
…silk shirt inside of me, son, fuck the lottery
Official how it’s gotta be, my city is in …
Fly talk, watch cameron floats over your dome pieces
My niggas flown heats these own streets cause I’m a know beast
Moved double most the time, rock polo poster shine
International,…niggas supossed to grind
I visit 3 worlds about, every 3 hours
So my vision’s unclear to these …cowards
Confused, wondering like an owl without vision
How my…running wild like a world with prison
I infuse the olive oil, you drizzle on your mill
Hit these devils with they own pitchfork
And let em squeel
It’s laurenovich
Analyze that you fucking genius ass niggas man
You really know it all man
You real great guys over there
Man shout out to the whole staff
You got some real excelent writers writing for you man
You guys should quit journalism and be detectives
Such genius be a waste on a motherfucking blog.

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Mistah FAB - Who U Gone Turn To Lyrics and Video (Ft. Trae Tha Truth)

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'Who U Gone Turn To' Lyrics - Mistah FAB (Ft. Trae Tha Truth)
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Damn my nigga, it was good just a week ago
Who would have thought that she went to chris
And I would see her go
I kept the cold but nowadays no one believe in those
I had to back this how I seen it when you hit the door
They say when it rains it pours
Bitch I’m under water
So every midnight I return to my heavenly father
I realized nobody knows you when you hit the bottom
They give you 30 but soon as she come around I got em
I used to feel like fuck the world, nowadays it’s still the same
I never cried myself to sleep, I stayed and took the pain
Real shit, fuck niggas with they fakin ass
And fuck bitches in the dark, they so a shakin ass
It’s hoe it now but I know one day all this shit will pass
I feel they only lookin down cause now I’m on my ass
They used to try …and took me out, it’s on the gas
I would have heard them if my stupid ass wasn’t skippin class

[Hook]
When thangs get hard man, who u gone turn to?
thangs get hard man, who u gone turn to?
Better hope them niggas that you with never burn you
Better hope them bitches that you with never burn you

When my mama died feeled like my world turnt up and down
Daddy died, father side, I don’t even talk to them
God up in heaven, wish man I could take a walk with him
It’s often them that follow him, who offer then support for men
Religion cause confusion to these children of this orphanage
In the ghetto we are orphans, in the ghetto’s hell, of course it is
Of course it is, smile, you used to keep high the tears of pain
Grinding for so damn long with nothin to show of years of game
My peers remain, stuck behind some prison chains
Recipients of life, just for living strange
Life sentences, damn they was giving maine
Stuck in the cell, was hard to hide this hidden pain
Forbid in vain, forget in fame
Lil nigga got shot, cause he hit the block
All with a bigger chain
Hell is hot, on my block it will burn to you
Cause when it’s hard man, who u gone turn to

[Hook]
When thangs get hard man, who u gone turn to?
thangs get hard man, who u gone turn to?
Better hope them niggas that you with never burn you
Better hope them bitches that you with never burn you

You know they way what go around come around
So you know my time is coming yo, yeah.

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Big Noyd - Naturally Born Lyrics and Video (Ft. Large Professor & Kool G Rap)

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Yeah, yeah
so now you know Queens is in the building,
but niggas be chillin' at the round table building,
the robberies and killers, yeah man
they ran up in the spot,
knew the glock was in the ceiling
sad niggas in the hood, get done for the millions
they bust get some rap, some be dealing,
but watch out for them thugs, you don't wanna f*ck with em,
'cause niggas real blame me, you have to f*ck and kill em,
they living like light just quite disast with em
just niggas strong out, had your gun out when you see em,
that do money hungry and do what ..want them
you stick it for 500 and flip it to a G
put dope in the bags and sell it in the streets
you know as a hustler, watch it, her clutcher,
diggin your pockets, turnin around and ..butcher,
money game when your game is street hustler,
yeah, bad motherf*cker,
I'm a naturally born hustler,
we don't get caught up in between.

Hook:
Boss, got a hustler to hustler,
some hustlers naturally born with street..
I'm a naturally born hustler
I'm a queen stand represent to the foolest.
Boss, got a hustler to hustler,
some hustlers naturally born with street..

Bangin' on them past, hangin on them ass, ringing on that ass,
rip hard the street slash my professional,
yeah we still sparing in.., beating niggas
leavin them like garden investitures,
tryin to stay up while everybody doing bad,
make a little lag, get low down like both stags,
it's too many brothers,
walk around get smuthered for the every day word
play game out the..not so cash underneath lots of ash,
we're all fathers used to play flame box and flash,
for the cameras, light bar vila with the hammers,
too much beef, forget the motherf*cking sandwich,
from both finish with no folks and no friends
the pain of having chocking about you more trends,
well I maintain on them blocks with oceans of love,
lost four still keeping it rob, get that money thung.

Hook:
I'm a naturally born hustler
Coming for queens where we don't get up in between
Boss, got a hustler to hustler,
some hustlers naturally born with street..
I'm a naturally born hustler
I'm a queen stand represent to the foolest.
Boss, got a hustler to hustler,
some hustlers naturally born with street..

..but tell them niggas get that money
call me eventually true against I talk with the dummy,
dummy, he ain't running no..show at,
think is a game, till I fuck one of your..
I'll make your eyes go back,
..the queens..on the boulevard,
you can let your room scream or you can get bullet scar,
you're like..stay here, is nothing to pull the job
'cause niggas know the shit, come out that map fully hard
but no far very take notice, you notice and learn to focus your harm
niggas watching what time, niggas only rely, no harder desamble,
real dirty with it, niggas who leave your ass for somebody to find you,
here you get no weber on the front it,
you even hustle enough the.., the man is shaking down something
..shake body way on the way down something,
for real telling you boy you'd better move at the function.

[2 x Hook:]

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Phreshy Duzit - GangSigns Lyrics and Video (Ft. Rich Flyer)

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[Intro:]
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

Red flags, blue straps, no white stripes
Just bang-bang, watch for them blue bright lights!
Neighborhood fuck, paper going up
And bitches out here lying, if they think they give a fuck
Daa! Never that, I'm a clever cat!
Cash, I'm ahead of that
Uh, I never chase shit!
I rather get money, than talk money!
Round the clock, drop some hundreds in the sack money!
Brooklyn boy, getting Brooklyn cheese
For my Brooklyn bitch, on the Brooklyn needs!
Different day, same shit!
If a nigga got a piece, meet the neighborhood cliques, bang!
Raised in the ghetto, grew up in them buildings
Surviving mother fucker ain't killing at the killing
And we made it out alive, we got to make a killing
Feeling like a million bucks, what a feeling!
Live it up!

Hood:
Yeah! fuck it, I pay!
High off like three blunts, like fuck it, I'm blazed!
Woke up so fucked up, been fucked up my day!
Fuck what you heard, I'm like, “fuck what they say!”, yeah!
Hey, gang signs (gang signs)
Throw ‘em up (throw ‘em up, throw ‘em up)!
Gang signs, West Signs
Throw ‘em up, throw ‘em up, yeah, yeah!

Fuck ya, I need free time
Fuck me, I need me time!
No time for the bullshit
No time for the feelings!
Maybe to fuck, but that's all!
Only here for assholes
Trying to get this money, bro
Trying to get these packs on!
If I had a bitch named Becka
I ain't really respect her,
So what past to my niggas,
And that's what a fuck I left her!
Good girl in a nice city, nice friend she a bad…
I don't even get mad, hoe
I just try to get mad millies!
Girls in the… wanna fuck with everything!
G, got the flat tummy with the belly ring!
Roll around in that maybe
I'm this, you say maybe
Now, all these hoes on me
Shit changes like crazy!
But I ain't changing! She's good!
See, I move around
I'm still hood!
You still love me, don't that feel good?
Fuck, trade it all, I still would, bitch, yeah!

Hook:
Yeah! fuck it, I pay!
High off like three blunts, like fuck it, I'm blazed!
Woke up so fucked up, been fucked up my day!
Fuck what you heard, I'm like, “fuck what they say!”, yeah!
Hey, gang signs (gang signs)
Throw ‘em up (throw ‘em up, throw ‘em up)!
Gang signs, West Signs
Throw ‘em up, throw ‘em up, yeah, yeah!

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Da Brat - Talk To Me Lyrics and Video

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[Hook]
You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
My favorite language money, can you afford me?
I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
I get big deals,
So what you got to give?
You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
My favorite language money, can you afford me?
I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
I get big deals,
So what you got to give?

You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
My favorite language money, can you afford me?
I speak that authentic, hard in it
Lyrics still spark in it
Clearer, rollin paper in the middle of probation
Ain’t no riddle for you to figure out
I still chase it to the day my death certificate show up in the paper
I’m reppin ahrd for my people who rep hard for me
It’s da brat, who the fuck you are supposed to be?

[Hook]
You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
My favorite language money, can you afford me?
I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
I get big deals,
So what you got to give?
You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
My favorite language money, can you afford me?
I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
I get big deals,
So what you got to give?

I’m overtaken by this beat in my head
I told the mike that if I ever get forsaken
Just leave me dead
How much more patience do I need to have
Cause everyday I’m makin bangers dj’s need to grab
It’s so easy for me to do this, I just cheese and laugh
Happy like a motherfucker that I’m free at last
If you don’t like it, you can eat ass
You invisible like a need in some steep grass
I smoke up

[Hook]
You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
My favorite language money, can you afford me?
I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
I get big deals,
So what you got to give?
You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
My favorite language money, can you afford me?
I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
I get big deals,
So what you got to give?

I’m kinda like a venom when it come to me killin the track
Givin these niggas a little bit of some naked feel
Special delivery brat
Conversate where that paper at
Confiscate the ben frank stacks
You talk to me while handling me them hunneds
Stand in front of me while I count my money
If found you a pay, everybody runnin
Used to be such a fuckin lady, now such an effin woman
I don’t stop I keep comin, I rock, I rock
You ain’t never heard about me
Heard something, no hood bitch, I’m not, I’m not
So let’s sit down and speak my favorite language
And shut this town down

[Hook]
You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
My favorite language money, can you afford me?
I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
I get big deals,
So what you got to give?
You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
My favorite language money, can you afford me?
I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
I get big deals,
So what you got to give?

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Wynter Gordon - Levitate Lyrics and Video

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Stare at the light over me it’s alright
And it’s hanging
I wait for it to come down
Sound of my heart it’s a lot beating faster
It’s banging
I wait for it to slow down
Loud as I climb hear the voices behind
I keep climbing, oh I’m climbing
I’m not falling,

[Chorus]
Levitate, give yourself away
We could be flying,
We might fly away
Levitate, give yourself away
We could be flying,
We might fly away, levitate

Fear in the air and I’m anxious and scared
But I’m rising
I think I’m gonna fall down
Moment to wait till I’m happy and safe
So I’m reaching, I think I need to come down
Burning down air in the way of it all
It’s finding, I keep trying
This is flying, oh

[Chorus]
Levitate, give yourself away
We could be flying,
We might fly away
Levitate, give yourself away
We could be flying,
We might fly away, levitate

Take me up, till I can’t see the ground
Little people, look so small when I look down
Wanna go, so far away, out there in space
Floating away
Take me up, till I can’t see the ground
Little people, look so small when I look down
Wanna go, so far away, out there in space
Floating away

[Chorus]
Levitate, give yourself away
We could be flying,
We might fly away
Levitate, give yourself away
We could be flying,
We might fly away, levitate.

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JMSN - Make It Last Lyrics and Video

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You're running out of time, yeah
so make it last all night, uhh
out of mind and out of sight
make it last, make it last, uhh
make it last, make it last, uhh
make it last, make it last.
Make it last all night.

Make it-make it last
gonna make it, make it last
make it, make it last,
gonna make it last, make it last,
make it, make it last,
gonna make it, make it last,
make it, make it last,
gonna make it, make it last.
Yeahh!

Uhh uhh
Yeah!
Uhh uhh

You're running out of time, yeah
so make it last all night, uhh
out of mind and out of sight
make it last, make it last, uhh
make it last, make it last, uhh
make it last, make it last.
Make it last all night.

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Kat DeLuna - Always On My Mind Lyrics and Video (Ft. Costi)

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Wooow!
Welcome to the craziest party!
Put your hands up!
Put your hands up!
If you’re feelin’ like crazy tonight
Put your hands up!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Put your hands up!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Put your hands up!

When I see your eyes
I don’t know why
Feel the love inside
Baby I don’t know why
Baby love me right all through the night
Make me yours tonight
When I see your eyes
I don’t know why
Feel the love inside
I don’t know why
Baby love me right all through the night
Baby you’re on my mind
Baby always on my mind
Baby you’re on my mind
Hold me in your arms tonight
Baby you’re on my mind
Baby always on my mind
Baby you’re on my mind
Hold me in your arms tonight

Put your hands up!
You’re on my mind, baby
Always on my mind
When I see your lips
I don’t know why
Craving one more kiss
I can’t deny burning love inside
All through the night
Ye! Ye! Ye!
When I see your lips
I don’t know why
Craving one more kiss
I can’t deny burning love, burning love inside
Oh! Oh!
Baby you’re on my mind
Baby always on my mind
Baby you’re on my mind
Hold me in your arms tonight
Baby you’re on my mind
Baby always on my mind
Baby you’re on my mind
Hold me in your arms tonight
Damelo, damelo
Yo tengo un novio
Que me quiere
Put your hands up!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Ye! Ye! Ye! Ye!
Baby you’re on my mind
Baby always on my mind
Baby you’re on my mind
Hold me in your arms tonight
Baby you’re on my mind
Baby always on my mind
Baby you’re on my mind
You’re on my mind, baby
Always on my mind

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Future ATL - Back At It Lyrics and Video (Ft. Maceo)

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Gangsta grib, gangsta grib,
May I ask you, may I ask you.

Hook:
Back in this bitch, back in this bitch,
but my sack in this bitch, sack in this bitch
you know we got the gas bags of the shit,
nigga you ain't running up with us, no you ain't growing shit.
Back in this bitch, back in this bitch,
but my sack in this bitch, sack in this bitch
you know we got the gas bags of the shit,
nigga you ain't running up with us, no you ain't growing shit.

I grind it up from..love the six,
feels low with me, got the block hot
they watching me like mad lock
got the change car, call it flip flop wont' break the frame
they flip flop, gotta watch you
gotta watch them boy, glock cock when I serve em boy,
she the fuck nigga make em no no, them broke boy,
back in this bitch nigga straight coolin,
benz on the beach we can make a movie,
turn up, that's all the young know
we do this shit on a regular, won't show all for the hoe,
we play this we grind hard, rubber benz them benz no bands
on InstaGram got on the street, let my young nigga running no benz
trap booming

[Hook:]

I pull up, pull up winner that's a far shit,
young nigga get money never speech,
take a nigga hoe, make no pitchin spit,
all the..or the president,
cover bitch I'm rolling with a lot of diamonds
3.65 do a lot of grinding,
tell a lot of kush that's the oh Jesus,
drink it on the sir got a nigga leanin,
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up,
whippin know that brown call it Coca Cola,
ball main designer and my new Givenchy
on ..bitch down and Chanel vintage.

[Hook:]

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Future ATL - Keep On Shinin Lyrics and Video (Ft. Casino)

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[Hook]
100 racks, no diamonds, I don’t know where my mind went
I can’t tell the time, I just keep on shining
100 racks, no diamonds, I don’t know where my mind went
I can’t tell the time, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining

I just keep on grinding, stacking up my loud good
I just keep get money, I put on my…
Rackin on them bejamins, I blast all like …
I keep real my mess key
…by feregamo, shoes by chanel
Cook that good dope and knocking I ball the bell
Crooked bitch my rollie, flooded my wrist is
Sauce on my shoe game, put sauce on my bitches
All the boy is stylish, I ain’t got no diamonds
Everythang around me, just can’t even stop shining
Shine like my young niggas, they ride with a …nigga

[Hook]
100 racks, no diamonds, I don’t know where my mind went
I can’t tell the time, I just keep on shining
100 racks, no diamonds, I don’t know where my mind went
I can’t tell the time, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining

Bedrock, fred flintstone
Catch me barney rubble when I lay my jewels
Michael jackson high, call me thriller
Playing poker for a hundred bands on the dealer
…ass jordan, put the rocks around my neck, I call it ice age
Put the stars around my wrist, that’s that china white
I don’t …bottle on the ice, freeband
Fuck what were you thinking, got no cash
Me and future with me, know I got the bands
100 thous for the car, no tag, ..he ain’t go to class

[Hook]
100 racks, no diamonds, I don’t know where my mind went
I can’t tell the time, I just keep on shining
100 racks, no diamonds, I don’t know where my mind went
I can’t tell the time, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining

Spend 100 racks on blue jeans, got good weed, got good lean
Got 5 cars they all foreign, got foreign bitches in my cockpit
Got litter … got…rings,
I turnt up, I blinked out and I’m baked up with a blank check
Drop top with no head on,
My cup cream with that low key
I turn it up you go to sleep
I wake you up…i pull up in that v12
I got a hunned bands in my …
I’m only act, no sea shell
on touch sand, I touch bands
A cayenne, an expedition, I fill em up wiht a bunch of fish
Our times gonna lace up, my mind stays on stacks
My niggas movin them pets, I run the stacks like tracks
Man, never gonna look back

[Hook]
100 racks, no diamonds, I don’t know where my mind went
I can’t tell the time, I just keep on shining
100 racks, no diamonds, I don’t know where my mind went
I can’t tell the time, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining.

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Future ATL - Chosen One Lyrics and Video (Ft. Rocko)

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I told you bro,
There will never be a crew full of millionaire

[Hook]
Bought a phantom cause I always wanted one
Made film with them bitches ain’t no one on one
Got this watch and this watch is like a 101
All my niggas millionaires it ain’t just one
Have few chains on, I don’t have a one
Bought a few houses and I never sleep in one
And I can have 10 cars and I wouldn’t drive one
And when you make it from the bottom
You’re the chosen one

Bitch niggas since birth, louie v chinchilla
Bought a brand new rove, drive it like a 4 wheeler
Soldi gold ap, flooded out with them kush up
Sounded just like molly, woke up with a new bugatti
Free lil kurtwood, young travis
Free my nigga white … howard up to
I woked up to … jimmy chius
You got goons around you nigga
I keep shooters around me fool
I’m young rich nigga from the bottom
I came up and I can’t loose!

[Hook]
Bought a phantom cause I always wanted one
Made film with them bitches ain’t no one on one
Got this watch and this watch is like a 101
All my niggas millionaires it ain’t just one
Have few chains on, I don’t have a one
Bought a few houses and I never sleep in one
And I can have 10 cars and I wouldn’t drive one
And when you make it from the bottom
You’re the chosen one

Hey bro we from a different breed
Different animal, different beast
Street niggas, teacher say we’ll come out sinners
I say appeal, I’m too real, hey
You don’t understand, explani

Get to by association, that’s a lie
How dare you make that accusation
I’m an a1 nigga, check my verification
Do whatever to protect my reputation
That shit you tell em that
Multi…bizness on a hustler
Pump it up inflation, run your numbers up
Whip it, extra point escalation
How you spell dedication
What you know about determination
Salute the bet …nomination
…my certification
Got a job for a hater, where your application
All the hate shit, really have my ration

[Hook]
Bought a phantom cause I always wanted one
Made film with them bitches ain’t no one on one
Got this watch and this watch is like a 101
All my niggas millionaires it ain’t just one
Have few chains on, I don’t have a one
Bought a few houses and I never sleep in one
And I can have 10 cars and I wouldn’t drive one
And when you make it from the bottom
You’re the chosen one.

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Future ATL - Freeband Taliban Lyrics and Video (Ft. Stuey Rock)

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'Freeband Taliban' Lyrics - Future ATL (Ft. Stuey Rock)
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[Hook]
Dirty money, check that shit in rubber bands
Foreign whips, it call me by a couple grands
Foreign bitches, only tell em bring a friend
Hunned deep, every g, fuckin taliban
Thuggin in money, bad bitch’s upon me
No need to be stunting, money keep on comin

That dirty money like diddy, my bad bitches they pretty
My chains will leave you dizzy,
I’m staying up on my grizzy
I’m stacking money like 50
I’m more versace than biggy
I’m popping bands like diggy, my night … future simmons
I’m most requested in clubs, I’m making girls fall in love
I’m popping bottles of bud, if I make it rain it’s gonn flood
Once I make it rain it’s gonn thunder
I’m ballin like oklahoma
I’m chasin after them come up
You got benjamins then I want em
You got franklins then I need em
That … girl is a diva
I might just have to freeze
She gonn … she believe me
Making moves is like steven
A foreign bitch from new zeeland
Her friend don’t even speak english!

[Hook]
Dirty money, keep that shit in rubber bands
Foreign whips, it call me by a couple grands
Foreign bitches, only tell em bring a friend
Hunned deep, every g, fuckin taliban
Thuggin in money, bad bitch’s upon me
No need to be stunting, money keep on comin

Drop that money, flip it like a cogwheel
Bitch tell me how that foreign car feel
Smokin purple got the whole car filled
So much money, why the fuck I rap still?
Money all in my pocket, rubber bands keep poppin
Thinking hustle, hustle, hustle
Like nah nigga I ain’t stoppin
See my jug …keep boomin
Drop top and I’m coolin
I’m foolin, nah, nigga out here doing what we doing
See the young niggas is poppin now
Pluto we ain’t comin down, nah
No we ain’t comin down
Scooter say it’s all about the cash money
Stripper bitches love shaking ass for me

[Hook]
Dirty money, keep that shit in rubber bands
Foreign whips, it call me by a couple grands
Foreign bitches, only tell em bring a friend
Hunned deep, every g, fuckin taliban
Thuggin in money, bad bitch’s upon me
No need to be stunting, money keep on comin

I’m strapped up, the cannon in my pack
And just let it out, I remix it, pack it up
Then I put it back in the band
I’m super future, I’m jammin the roof
And panoramic the coupe
Got brain damage, I’m a freeband gang bandit
I’m … salute me, I’m going crazy
I get blowed until I’m faded,
I trap until they rate it
I hustle I ain’t made it
I’m scorching on fire blazin
You wish you were that fresh
You see how I’m dressed
Got a foreign bitch on deck
She know I got that check

[Hook]
Dirty money, keep that shit in rubber bands
Foreign whips, it call me by a couple grands
Foreign bitches, only tell em bring a friend
Hunned deep, every g, fuckin taliban
Thuggin in money, bad bitch’s upon me
No need to be stunting, money keep on comin.

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Future ATL - Freeband Taliban (Ft. Stuey Rock)

Future ATL - Everything Ours Lyrics and Video (Ft. Young Scooter)

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'Everything Ours' Lyrics - Future ATL (Ft. Young Scooter)
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[Hook]
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all these bitches ours

I’m leanin like I’m on the 5th of henny
I be trippin like they here from the beginning
I’m in the space girl you know sky’s not my limit
I keep some racks on me like I be playing tennis
My girl she waking up and she ain’t shoppin in this
She strangin out we at the harvard and we spendin
I’m in that lamborghini no it’s not no really
You see this ice on me and on my windows
She want that rubber, I’ma go and put it in her
I’m on that dolla, I’ma jump right on in it
She on that miley cyrus thing go bout the bindess
She told her friends I’m bragging on no way of hittin it

[Hook]
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all these bitches ours

I got money, I got power, I was born with respect
I know how them bands look, with your dope I gotta check
Threw a 60 on my wrist, 120 round my neck
Just to flex last Sunday, 50 thous on a bet
30 thousand dollar rollie, got a draped up in …
20 thous dollars flights, free bands riding jets
A lot of rappers get extorted, gotta pay for they respect
We record on gold mikes cause we don’t make nothing but hits
And I got your bitch with me, she the driver on the licks
6 bricks on 6, niggas bout them frankelins
I’m a certified plug nigga I always got it in
I supply all the drugs, tell me what you tryina spend

[Hook]
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all these bitches ours.

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Future ATL - Everything Ours (Ft. Young Scooter)

Future ATL - Missing Lyrics and Video (Ft. Big Bank Black & Young Scooter)

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'Missing' Lyrics - Future ATL (Ft. Big Bank Black & Young Scooter)
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Hook:
We grab a funeral on your..
fuck around her and I'm missing
drop top off coop,
the brains all is dismissed.
Gas purple on your hair nigga,
you fuck around and call I'm missing
got a brand of new Bugatti nigga,
and my..came on this.

I ain't seen em, how you seen em,
hell Lord I know you miss em,
last time a niggas aw he's the world start dissin
and disrespect the fail try to go against the mall,
I'ma say 7 30, what's the last touch she saw
heard the kidnapped the boy, but it could be a rumor,
investigation crap seen, they found the body bout..
his partner down the roll see me death threats and shots,
he flood in that system just staff for the dot,
a 20 dollar car maker, y'all nigga go hard,
going ..on myself and I get ..
you gonna fuck around and fuck around and fuck around you miss,
this the first and last time I warned you by this,

[Hook:]

Hundred round that chopper nigga, hundred round that chopper,
..get you smoking
like a back of dope, yeah I get it
..you're running up, cut your foot on,
I get this key don't flip em nigga,
and f*ck your hands off,
I half and grab a mollie knock your man off
a whole brick of boy they knock your fam..
they turned up right my way,
they turned up not my way,
brrr, they pulling up this brand everything
they pulling up and spread everything
they gonna flip your top for a whole day,

[Hook:]

I had to realize, these niggas talking like hoes,
playing p**sy nigga gang don't get no brain exposed,
nigga know like I know, never cost family and folks,
give me soft with your head, we make the fuck nigga for,
f*ck nigga decent then we ain't playin attention
you ain't gotta respond, just know we're sending them killers,
roll the coop, you wanna be in the loop,
just know the circle too tight, we don't f*ck with niggas like you,
a bag of their gas, some make me all niggas smash,
4 brick and a half, nigga whipe out all fast,
so keep it cooler nigga, what you're doing look nigga,
follow rules little nigga, and salute little nigga.

[Hook:]

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Future ATL - Missing (Ft. Big Bank Black & Young Scooter)

Future ATL - See It To Believe It Lyrics and Video (Ft. Test & Sisqo)

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'See It To Believe It' Lyrics - Future ATL (Ft. Test & Sisqo)
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[Hook X6: Sisqo]
Gotta see it to believe it

[Verse 1: Test]
Gotta see it to acheive it
fuck a club, fill up arenas
yesterday, lil mama he wont give me none
she got a ..,she wanna turn around and give me some
Versace all up in my optics
G all in my code
plane ticket read out where the fuck I wanna go
(bitch Im gone)
turnig hard leaving large in another country
where that bad spanish bitch? I need that honkey donkey
t.. off them packs, oh yeah thats me nigga
jump out this rap shit, thank G-O-D nigga
cause we supposed to be locked up
for all this shit we be rocked up
I pull up they pop out, I'm thankful (turn up)
Seeing is believing (what you tell em?)
Ill tell look at his
Bentleys in the front and the rear
you know I aint lyin (gotta see it to believe it)

[Hook]

[Bridge: Sisqo]
look, regardless Im a real money maker
I take my niggas with me they some real participaters
so everybody shine Gotta see it to believe it
now everybody flyin Gotta see it to believe it

Verse 2: Future]
Rockstar, you wouldn't believe it
I woke up with 5 bitch in the evening (you gotta see it to belive it)
I'm on the paint and lean and Im just speedin
my scarf around my neck, ellezinor Mcqueenin
scars on my back, so many skeletons
pockets so fat, I walk with an elephant
and nothin change bout my keys and my residence
Im a free band President
I'm in London and France, like Im back in the hood
they treat me like an astronaut and its understood
Im outta here, aint gon never come to Earth again
everything on me designer, I was born to win
dark ass frames, I'm like Michael Ja
left the trap and the Phantom
and they aint comin back

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Test]
its clear to say i got my swag from my dope boy
been out here on my own so I already know boy
been down and there I was, been caught up in a slump
I finna be the shit and bitch Im bout to take a dump
I'm just bossin on bitches niggas
skeet skeet on bad hoes
breaking down my bad habits
count money, trying to count more
everytime they play my song I see my mama cry
raised a happy Dad a son had made it thankful that I tried
its gotta be God, its gotta be ya'll (niggas)
its gotta be me, I'm thankful for (For what?)
everything I get, huh? even if its a little bit
I make her turn a lot, I turn and make the shot
Swoosh, ( turn up) and the crowd goes crazy
he just won the game hes amazing

[Hook]

[Bridge]

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Future ATL - See It To Believe It (Ft. Test & Sisqo)

Future ATL - OGD Lyrics and Video

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'OGD' Lyrics - Future ATL
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[Interlude]
yeah once again ya'll understand
Free Band The Movie,
in theatres now ya'll understand
ya'll better go reach and grab it
jumping off the shelf like singles & pringles
I-C-C double P with an R International
road country paid rappers understand what Im sayin?
hold up nigga, dont be lookin down
look around understand, new movies in town
im tahm bout globe to globe
ya'll know they coast to coast
you no God damnit,
the astronuat kid been all around the world with rappin hand notes no trouble
you love emcees been having trouble with them mixes and shit
Free Band movie thing, straight up that ladder ya know what Im sayin
I know ya'll ready god damnit ready to hear this shit
I know ya'l starvin like marvin
for understand futuristic God damn me song
from the Free Band Gang
if aint Free Band, than it dont claim
all the false claimin niggas puttin
Free Band behind this, Free Band behind that
guess what? ya'll better call the mother fuckin wizard
and get it cleared
cause ya'll too n.. not to hear
ya understand me?
one more time for the March of Dime
ya'll know what it is
ya'll swim in all this water
and the sharks gon miss ya
but guess what? Free Band gon getcha
Free Band, Free band, ya'll know what it is
OGD, OGD Im out

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Future ATL - OGD

My Crazy Girlfriend - Marriage, U Wanna? Lyrics and Video

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'Marriage, U Wanna?' Lyrics - My Crazy Girlfriend
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[Chorus]
Light me up, tie me down
Don’t want your love, passed around
Light me up, tie me down
Don’t want your love, passed around
Marriage, you wanna?
Marriage, you wanna?
Marriage, you wanna?
Marriage, you wanna?

Oh my, this california love will get you so high
You’re always thinking of me and you know, know why
Don’t you wanna put a ring on it?
Make me wanna sing on it
Light me up, and blow me down
In your car roll me round
Well say you wanna take me on a flight, show me now
Everytime we lip lock, you make me drip drop
You and me forever keep your love up in my safe lock

[Chorus]
Light me up, tie me down
Don’t want your love, passed around
Light me up, tie me down
Don’t want your love, passed around
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna

I wanna, wanna get away with you
Take you to a private island, babe
Roll you in, white sheets through every night and day
Body smoking like reefer, reefer
And your face is fine as monalisa
Huh, you’re a blue dream when you’re taking off your new jeans
Movie on the shoot screen, rolling that make you scream
I always, keep one lit,
You got me gone, with one hit!

[Chorus]
Light me up, tie me down
Don’t want your love, passed around
Light me up, tie me down
Don’t want your love, passed around
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna

I light you up, tie you down
Don’t want your love, passed around
I light you up, tie you down
Don’t want your love, passed around

[Chorus]
Light me up, tie me down
Don’t want your love, passed around
Light me up, tie me down
Don’t want your love, passed around
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna
Marriage, you wanna? I wanna, I wanna, wanna
You wanna have this?

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