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Kanye West - Wow! Lyrics and Video

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'Wow!' Lyrics - Kanye West
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(Intro)
Introducing
Mister I Ain’t Know You Did That
And Mister Oh That’s My Favorite Shit
And Mister Damn! I Wish That Was A Single
And Uh Like Noreaga said it goes…

(Hook)
I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow

(Verse 1)
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Yall niggas want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town, how your wife gon say
She never sold drugs a day in her life, but she still wanna pump the Ye
And yall mad cuz yall not knowin, cuz these canaries so yellow
When yall pull up whether to stop or keep goin
I got G’s, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves
Tats showin, tucked in strap showin
How he get seven tv’s in that ‘lac ‘lac
3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back, back
While you in that hatchback
And tryin to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya daps back
And try to get publishin, all you get in your ass capped
And that’s that

(Hook)
I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow

(Verse 2)
Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock star
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-town go-getting pimps, we mob-stars
Gingerbread man even says “You’re a monster”
Remember that, uh-huh, that’s that Shrek shit
Remember back in ’92 niggas used to catch reck shit
Remember that track I tracked for you bout 3 months ago
Uh-huh that’s the one, now cut my check bitch
And I ain't feeling that Lexus – more that CLK
See me like “damn! A CLK!?”
Yeah that’s how we eating and, keep us looking peace and then
I ain't know he rap as good as he do beats, and then

(Hook)
I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow

(Verse 3)
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Yall niggas want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town

Now niggas forcing me to keep the heater
Black strap, shite handle, I got jungle fever
You know the rules, five up close, one gon leave ya
You don’t know about Kanye? Son gon teach you
What’s the first thing that popped in yo mind when I was poppin this rhyme?
You don’t picture me poppin a 9
See you paralyzed from the top of the spine…

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Kanye West - Out Of Your Mind Lyrics and Video

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(Intro – Sample)
Look here, let me tell you something
I’m tired of arguing, I’m tryna share this with you
Okay? I’m tryna give this to you, you know what I’m sayin?
If you can’t get with the indoor pool, the outdoor pool
No music studio bowling thing
You know what I’m sayin?
Umm, you know? This is yours
But you don’t like that then fine
You can leave, you can always leave
I’m not holding you here

(Verse 1)
I got a girl at home but she don't cook
I have my condoms in the stove cause she won't look
And she never ever go to the grocery store
So I figure its safe to pull a grocery ho
She was buyin Alize out the liquor isle
She said “I hope it’s not too ghetto”
Rocked all gold force back in style
I kept her number on file for my girl be actin wild
Like last week I told her take me to the mall
But she don't drive
My other girl picked me up at 3:05
She got a brand new car, 16
Now the car only 1 years old, oh
Man but the body look grown, whoa
Before I catch a case I better take my ass home
Where the problems is, arguments be Daly like Carson is
But the problem is..

(Interlude)
Fuck you, you know what I’m sayin? Fuck you
Okay, fuck what you have
This indoor pool in this
Look fool that’s material bullshit
It don’t mean shit, it don’t make what’s in the motherfuckin heart

(Verse 2)
Hold up, wait a second man
That's that thrift store info, that's all second hand
Why don't you talk to the mouth of the horses 'bout my Porsches
Condos in front of the golf courses
Instead you stay up, countin every second like a fake Roley
I'm real, so you know I move real slowly
The way the censorship'll go off, you know me
I ain't call you, you wanna know why?
Im in Noha, Hon aloha, pushin jet skis so I
Couldn't return the pages on my Motorola
Nextel, my cell, it don't work down there
What happened in Cancun? Stays down there
What's happenin here? Made me wish I stayed down there
Take a seat, why you always makin a beef?
You know these walls too thin in this apart-a-ment
Now everybody hearin our arguments
But the problem is..

(Interlude)
Why are you acting like this?
I let you have some fly shit
Some nice beautiful shit
You act like they gon leave you
You can tell em look here, let me tell you something
You know? I’m tired of arguing

(Verse 3)
Man, boo you know what I do
So don't trip when I come home after 2 or 3 or 4
I ain't messin with them girls no more
It's weak, the benz coupe is so sweet
When I roll down the street, tears roll down her cheek
She said, “You must love that car more than me
And nigga I was with you before the cheese
So you need to work on your pri-or-ities
If she went with Fabolous I bet that she would be
A-R-G-U-I-N-G and please
I'm not actin like this cause I'm getting spins on
W-K-R-P in Cincinnati
You think I'd get my voice so deep like
W-K-R-P in Cincinnati
That's how much of a fuck I give
You seen cribs? That's how the fuck I live
As far as this?

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Kanye West - Have It Your Way Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
Don’t want nobody to die, don’t wanna have to vibe
But in this game I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way
Have it your way

(Verse)
It’s gonna be a lot slofs in your flowering
And gat clinger, bat swinger, bullets flyin, niggas dyin
Moms cryin, don’t want it, they’re coming
Blood gushing from their arms, legs, head and stomach
I feel the hatred, when I turned around like the Matrix
Coming for me, and a ray of bullets headed dead for me
First the one, and then came the 2 and 3 and 4
5, 6, 7, shots from a mack 11
Platinum producer killed by haters and now you on channel 7
You do peace for 2 Pac, now coming out to spring from heaven
You know my piece is harder than grease is,
With no wrong way to eat yo face like a reset, Jesus
Soon as the second I get some Chi niggas
Quit they fuckin jobs and they could hang full time
So give me the gat, I hit em with that
Cock back, pat pat
Let me tell you niggas something familiar
Broke niggas don’t want your cash, they wanna kill ya

(Hook)
Don’t want nobody to die, don’t wanna have to vibe
But in this game I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way
Have it your way

(Verse)
Oh I get it, this year niggas don’t dance
They just rock bulletproof pants and steel pants
Now everybody got a gun in they hand
Yea bitch nigga, run to yo man
Streets, with them, you try the area, fuck where they land
Niggas close they eyes and don’t aim
Like my bitch when she pop champagne bottles
I tell you bout them damn models
They can’t cook the lick but they’ll lick a dick and swallow
Look out to living my life bro
Bulshittin when I write songs
But she talkin bout havin ice on
And I could barely keep my lights on
Niggas play me like Tyson, tryna take my life songs
You are not nigga to fuck out the box, full Glock, forgot the box
Cock, who the fuck tryna box right now?
I feel like my old city on my back
I feel like next year my whole city on the map
For the name

(Hook)
Don’t want nobody to die, don’t wanna have to vibe
But in this game I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way
Have it your way

(Verse)
I’m from Chi Town where the rap’s the realest
My crack’s gorilla
We got the millers and we’ll be at yo scrilla
Close yo doors, lock your windows
We be at em execs for them, back in and checks now
We on the court and we got next
Steppin out of summer, we got bands, we got next try
It’s kinda like trading places, huh? I never plug
But I’m guilty by association, the gangsters show me love
For that track I did, yea I know
The rest of album whack and shit
It’s Kanye to that with that platinum shit, ya punk bitch

(Hook)
Don’t want nobody to die, don’t wanna have to vibe
But in this game I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way
Have it your way

I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way

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Kanye West - Jesus Walks Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
I need to recruit all the soldiers
All of God’s soldiers
We at war
We at war with society, racism & terrorism
But most of all we at war with ourselves

(Hook)
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down
(Jesus walks with me)

(Verse)
You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless
Where restless (niggas) might snatch your necklace
And next these (niggas) might jack your Lexus
Somebody tell these (niggas) who Kanye West is
I walk through the valley of the Chi where death is
Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives: yeah, yeah, now check the method
They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us
Saying “we eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast”
Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit? What's the basis?
We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases
A trunk full of coke rental car from Avis
My momma used to say only Jesus can save us
Well momma I know I act a fool
But I'll be gone 'til November I got packs to move I hope

(Hook)
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down
(Jesus walks with me)
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now
(Jesus walks)
And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs
(Jesus walks with me)
I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long

God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now
And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs
I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long

Jesus walks with me

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Kanye West - Home (Windy) Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
I wanna tell you a story about… it’s like a love story
Kinda hurts though

(Hook – John Legend)
Go ahead roll it up and pass it round
Cause lately's been a whole lot of bullshit going down
A lot of soldiers ain't make it through this year
So let’s just celebrate that we still here and
Whoooooooaa
Never leave me alooooooooone
Tell em holla at ya boyyy cause I'll be comin home
I'll be comin home
Ooh, never leave me alooooooooone
Tell em holla at ya boyyy cause I'll be comin home
I'll be coming…

(Verse – Kanye West)
My homie called me like what up man
Not from Florida but what up fam
It's been a whole lot of hatin again
And if they hatin on me damn what up then
I met this girl when I was three years old
And what I love most she had so much soul
She said excuse me lil homey, I know you don't know me
But uh my name is Wendy
And yo, I like to blow trees
And from that point I never blow her off
Niggas come from out of town I like to show her off
They like to act tough she like to tow em off
And make them straighten up they hat cuz she know they soft
And when I grew up she showed me how to go downtown
And at nighttime her face lit up, so astounding
I told her in my heart is where she'll always be
She never mess with entertainers ‘cuz they always leave
She said it feel like you walked and drove on me
Knew I was gang affiliated got on TV and told on me
I guess that's why last winter she got so cold on me
She said Ye, keep makin that platinum and gold for me
But if you really cared for her
Then you would have never hit the airport and followed your dreams
Sometimes I still talk to her
But when I talk to her it always seem like she talkin bout me
She said you left ya kids and they just like you
They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you
But they just not you
And I just got through
Talkin bout what niggas tryin to do just not new
Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong
I guess you never know what you got till is gone
I guess that's why I'm here and I can't come back home
And guess when I heard that when I was back home
In the interviews I'm representin you makin you proud
Shoot for the stars so if you fall you land on the clouds
Jump in the crowds
Spark ya lighters and wave ‘em around
If you don't know by now I'm talkin about Chi-town

(Hook – John Legend)
Go ahead roll it up and pass it round
Cause lately's been a whole lot of bullshit going down
A lot of soldiers ain't make it through this year
So let’s just celebrate that we still here and
Whoooooooaa
Never leave me alooooooooone
Tell em holla at ya boyyy cause I'll be comin home
I'll be comin home
Ooh, never leave me alooooooooone
Tell em holla at ya boyyy cause I'll be comin home

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Keys Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Told you I know the keys
Like what it be on em
I know keys!
Look around at the round table
I know keys!
And we here nigga

(Hook)
I know keys!
That’s a thousand pounds a year
Gonna have to weight it up for you to scale
‘Cus I know keys
I just love Puerto Rico
With Ava and Samantha and Alicia
‘Cus I know keys
I got 5 different cars
Nigga I got 5 different broads
They like oh my G
Every time I’m showing off my pieces
‘Cause I know keys

(Verse)
I’m a motherfuckin genius
Shit, I was gon be modest
But this bitchin it could be lookin just like a goddess
I can’t help but to pull up in the brand new big Rari
Got cheese… Versace in my closet
And I dodge them paparazzis, I pull up 100 thousand
I can 100 topless, pull up right now if I got it
I’m talkin with the straight face, nigga ain’t smiling
Parents see we doing this, we mix it, have a looney
Still on top of that thing, you know we down, we’re throwing it
I had to take up 5, I don’t charge a inch, confined for driving them
You talkin bout the squares, I know how to get rid of them

(Hook)
I know keys!
That’s a thousand pounds a year
Gonna have to weight it up for you to scale
‘Cus I know keys
I just love Puerto Rico
With Ava and Samantha and Alicia
‘Cus I know keys
I got 5 different cars
Nigga I got 5 different broads
They like oh my G
Every time I’m showing off my pieces
‘Cause I know keys

(Outro)
Ah yea, that was that brand new single by yo boy Future
It’s the Morning Man with the plan
It’s OG refer chiefer
It’s Black Woodstock
Roll up, cut up, snort up, drink up
Sip up, shoot up, lick it up
But don’t throw up ‘cause that ain’t what’s up
It’s about the hippie experience, ya dig?
It’s 4-20 point 5 OF and dial
Got Snoop on the phone line, checkin in for my man Esco
What’s happenin Snoop? Wuddup Doggy Dogg?
DJ Esco, Snoop Lion, Black Woodstock, you know what it is
I’m right in yo face
Ya man
Got another guest from Woodstock checking in
What’s up Luda?
Wuddup man? You got Ludacris right here checking in live from London
I heard they got cases of conjure cognac down in Black Woodstock
So tell DJ Esco I am on the way
Yo, Y Gwan, y’already know who it is
It’s yo boy Sean Kingston, the team president man
Holding it down, representing Kingston, Jamaica
Ain’t done no big up, keeping it 100
Rocking out with ATL’s finest DJ
Esco, Black Woodstock

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Future & FreeBand Gang - We Made Our Own Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
Hey, we made our own money,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money
Fuck these niggas they ain't ballin',
We made our own money
Fuck these bitches they ain’t call,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money.

(Verse)
I bring my own money, I get so much I can't be touched
I take that loud pack and then I stuff it in the dutch
Guess I'm a hood rat, me and my niggas moving up
My fingertips green from all these racks I’m countin up
I'm on that Charlie Sheen, I got to win, I got to win
I'm ballin' like a ring, I'm livin' in this life of sin
I sip a bunch of lean, I love this life as Juicy gin
Man fuck yo attitude, you bout to make me fuck your friend
I should've been ashamed, bitches fucking, bitches too
I'm on the money train, I can't slow down, I just regroup,
I had to make a change, it’s fuck Obama I'm the truth
Consider me a lion and they done let me out the zoo

(Hook)
Hey, we made our own money,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money
Fuck these niggas they ain't ballin',
We made our own money
Fuck these bitches they ain’t call,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money.

(Verse)
I push one button, the roof gon go into the truck
I'm John Gotti paid, man I'm going down the trunk
I'm on a rampage, I had to climb up out a slut
I'm on my five deep, and I'm talking to my nigga
I told em I retired, I wanna thank about them kilos
I can't never forget, what yall went through for me to be here
On my metro, I was working, I was serving
I go cutthroat, put no down and no hurting
This a special moment, and we're taking full advantage
100 dollar Future, I'll pass the match at all my family
I got this white bitch, I'll put her in the red bottle
Well you dumb rich, and you came from the bottom.

(Hook)
Hey, we made our own money,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money
Fuck these niggas they ain't ballin',
We made our own money
Fuck these bitches they ain’t call,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money.

(Verse)
Tell me the combination, I'm 'bout to fill it up with racks
I don’t take no vacations, I ain't got no time to relate
I'm flying up to Doja, 911, damn the horse is inside the motor
When the money call, hater call and keep some soldiers
They gonna knock a nigga off for you
Just to say they told you,
I'ma get the office in the building to make my quota,
I can't never have no feelings for bitches, they so rogueish
Trying to come to the club with a nigga to get exposure,
I'm a boss, shawty you're bad, I feel sad for her
She can't come around a rich nigga rocking a couch
I done get a couple cases in this show up at Cope
Everything Versace, Medusa including my lopes

(Hook)
Hey, we made our own money,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money
Fuck these niggas they ain't ballin',
We made our own money
Fuck these bitches they ain’t call,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money.

(Outro)
Chiefin on some good herb
Let’s go and fire up
Black Woodstock!

Man, wussup boy?
Goddamn Phelps forgot this shit, on Glock boy. You feel me?
Man wut you got?
By the hold on that work
I got spo, I just got this shit, hold on
It has some new shit to it
It just came out and triple wrap this
Smell that
Boy, what that is?
Rub that shit on yo arm, put some plastic wrap around yo arm
Leave it for bout a hour
Fo real?
That ain’t even it dawg
I’m not sayin this shit here
This shit new, this shit just came in
This shit came in from Bolivia
Did that no blink, good shit got a nigga breaking old molly
No blink?
Eye wide open, no blink
Oh I got to try that
What the fuck is this?
No, get another wrap
Check this out
I know you used it on that loud
But I got some shit that’s outta sight
Check this out right, you see?
Oh yea, that’s that new shit
Boy, fully roll it, wrap it round
But you give me all of this shit, got it dawg
Yea, here you go
I gotta get to play at Woodstock
Wutchu say this call?
Did that no blink
That we call

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Wut We Call It Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
FreeBand!
We got several different names, you know what I’m sayin?
This street nigga old man, this goddamn like addiction man, ya dig?

(Hook)
You jerkin on lean, we call it that waffle house
Your car go 01-50, we call it spaceship
You drop that door 2 times, we call it water whippin
You rollin up kush? We call it that gasoline
What we call it (What we call it),
That’s what we call it (That’s what we call it)
That’s what we call it (That’s what we call it)
That’s what we call it (Turn up!)
You rockin yo diamonds, we call it satellite
You shootin yo chopper, we call it bout that life

(Verse)
Look look, bad yella bitch, call er foreign
Importer body, over water, talkin Caribbean
That’s a transfer, yea that’s what we call it
Nah, get it transferred, and then put some money on it
Call a play, call a bitch, call the shots, call me rich
Answer, I’m bout to call in my phone,
Blocking numbers, who the fuck is this
Everything so spacious, everybody so anxious
Cut yo bitch, no bandaid
Sip syrup, no pancakes
I’m just showin up for my fan base
If the car cost 1-50
Tell the shorty look here mommy
You gon get that in a giffy
8 diamonds on my neck, commas in my check
This what a nigga call it when that lean got me fallin
Future tell em

(Hook)
You jerkin on lean, we call it that waffle house
Your car go 01-50, we call it spaceship
You drop that door 2 times, we call it water whippin
You rollin up kush? We call it that gasoline
What we call it (What we call it),
That’s what we call it (That’s what we call it)
That’s what we call it (That’s what we call it)
That’s what we call it (Turn up!)
You rockin yo diamonds, we call it satellite
You shootin yo chopper, we call it bout that life

(Verse)
Bang bang from that lil pistol, brrap from that big chopper
Press pause on that ambulance, that order up, that helicopter
FreeBand, FreeBand, niggas got masks all on they face
We need no costumes, no masquerade
Nigga give it up, you getting that today
Money all on yo top, we invade yo block
Parade at yo spot, let the drums go (bap bap bap)
Look, it’s stacks all in my blunt, lean all in my cup
I’m in a foreign car and I’m wasted
This shit’s traffic so basic
Hold up bitch, I’m talkin
Let me finish my convo
My bitch tell you I’m bossin
That’s what I call a in-line ho
Eating good, that’s appetite
Jewelry on – that’s satellite
Big car – that’s spaceship
It’s molly in and I taste it
Look..

(Hook)
You jerkin on lean, we call it that waffle house
Your car go 01-50, we call it spaceship
You drop that door 2 times, we call it water whippin
You rollin up kush? We call it that gasoline
What we call it (What we call it),
That’s what we call it (That’s what we call it)
That’s what we call it (That’s what we call it)
That’s what we call it (Turn up!)
You rockin yo diamonds, we call it satellite
You shootin yo chopper, we call it bout that life

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Big Diamonds Lyrics and Video

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(Hook x2)
Big diamonds, big stones,
Boy this ain’t my brother
High as big bank, big racks,
Came from movie Snow White
Exclusive fashion, exclusive hoes
Snake skin, Fendy kicks, you ain’t seen those
Nah never

(Verse)
8 whips rocking big chinchillas
Foreign shit, take my dick out then she kiss it, suck it
Speed balling nigga riding down the fast lane
Blowing strong ass cold and sip propane
And I came from that dirt road down in Atlanta
100 racks stuffed in the dirty clothes, Denver
A sucka full of plugs, a cup full of mud
Riding down the ramp ‘012 duty truck
This here Korean got the streets in the 50 row
Open up the 2 liter then I pour me up a strain
Got the streets smoke to my style, taste like morphine
To the south, to the crack, that will get me more fiends
Let get this money

(Hook x2)
Big diamonds, big stones,
Boy this ain’t my brother
High as big bank, big racks,
Came from movie Snow White
Exclusive fashion, exclusive hoes
Snake skin, Fendy kicks, you ain’t seen those
Nah never

(Verse)
When I was 12, my teacher gave me a F, bitch
Now I’m riding in a rarri, F12
200 on the dash, 200 racks of cash
200 pounds of swag, 200 pounds of gas
Now that’s a lot of cash and that’s a lot of bands
I got so many places, my money coming fast
Your money coming slow, VVS diamond glow
Bitch you ask me and then my brother, peace I told er no

(Hook x2)
Big diamonds, big stones,
Boy this ain’t my brother
High as big bank, big racks,
Came from movie Snow White
Exclusive fashion, exclusive hoes
Snake skin, Fendy kicks, you ain’t seen those
Nah never

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Take This 4 Granted Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
200 on my dashboard
All my jewelry – I pay cash for it
And I made myself a million now
I can wake up to travel in the world
I won’t take this shit for granted,
I won’t take nothing for granted,
(Turn up)
I won’t take this shit for granted,
(Turn up)
I won’t take this for granted

I already kicked this mojo on this shit, ya dog?

(Verse)
I dropped 3$ on a rolling wagon
And fuck my clothes nigga, my car swaggin
I can’t even see shit and I got my glasses
My diamonds flashing, all these diamonds dancin
I make this movie like I’m Steven Spielberg
Dolce & Gabanna and I’m making mills
I bought a paint and hit up off the ceiling
Went in Europe and came back with mills
Man I’m a hood nigga, yea still
Post-post it up in the hood when I’m with bangers
Your game nigga twisting their fingers

(Hook)
200 on my dashboard
All my jewelry – I pay cash for it
And I made myself a million now
I can wake up to travel in the world
I won’t take this shit for granted,
I won’t take nothing for granted,
(Turn up)
I won’t take this shit for granted,
(Turn up)
I won’t take this for granted

Astronaut nigga

(Verse)
Yea, have you seen my new Audemar nigga?
I’ll be balling like Chris Paul nigga
Al Pacino, Gambino and Nino
You C-Note no englo from here to Rio
Free-free bands we speak the seven figure lingo
I can make the hit, it can cook a kilo
I can buy a whip, it won’t hurt my bank roll
I will bust the play as you will play Nintendo
On the corner lake like john Lindl
Money, power, guns get you respect niga
My whole chest but I’m a VVs nigga

Surround around the despot, all my jure up, I’ll play cash for
And I name myself the million, I can wake up, travel and heal the world
I won’t take this shit for granted,
I won’t take not if for granted,
(Turn off)
I won’t take this shit for granted,
(Turn off)
I won’t take this figure.

(Hook)
200 on my dashboard
All my jewelry – I pay cash for it
And I made myself a million now
I can wake up to travel in the world
I won’t take this shit for granted,
I won’t take nothing for granted,
(Turn up)
I won’t take this shit for granted,
(Turn up)
I won’t take this for granted

(Outro)
WPLU, 4-20 point 5
We back it
We gon take at that early traffic
Let you know where them road blocks at, where them police at
Where you might not be the bid
It’s Black Woodstock, how we livin out there?
Boy there gon be Instagram in here boy
And drinkin, smoking, poppin pills
Boy goddamn
My nigga I hella kinda bow
I’m bout to get the hell up outta here
Nigga you tryin to get Black Woodstock
85-75, should we? Should we?
Boy they trippin over here, boy
Niggas rollin up and tryna drive at the same damn time
That’s why niggas crashin out here
Black Woodstock, WPLU, 4-20 point 5

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Blow Them Bands Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Aye, turn up
Future!
It Stuey Rock in the building

(Hook x2)
Go on and Blow them bands
You can go on and Blow some bands
Blow them bands, Blow them bands, Blow them bands
Blow them bands like a fan, like a fan

(Verse)
Turned up in the club, look like money
And about 100 bitches on me, I see you babies lookin lonely
Can’t even put no uglies on me
I’m from the Shelby, too many people out here know me
Bitch we we we we do what we wanna do
We get who we wanna get
We walk around here, have people say we conceded
Ba-ba-ba-ba-bands will make er dance
She poppin pussy on er ass
Don’t you wanna say free cands?
Yup, that money, I’m all around that money
You better have an army, if you tryin to take it from me
Don’t come run up on me, no we not freaks
We bustin bands, throw it up, drifting in the wind
You see we loaded

(Hook x2)
Go on and Blow them bands
You can go on and Blow some bands
Blow them bands, Blow them bands, Blow them bands
Blow them bands like a fan, like a fan

(Verse)
You tell that I’m a real nigga, with million dollar dreams
Money on my mind, diamonds slide in every ring
We balling, fucking all these hoes
They love me when free back I’m here
We let it out my nigga
Sometimes I just get it in, I hit it and drop it low
She dances, has it for me like she putting on a peep show
Uh, like a peep show, a show oh oh
Let me see you pop that pussy and go low oh
Them bitches be like Stuey I love yo flow oh
Them niggas be like envy you got ho-oh-es
It’s the FreeBand Gang, bitches know my motherfuckin name
I done this, don’t you trippin off the wall
Ain’t nothing new

(Hook x2)
Go on and Blow them bands
You can go on and Blow some bands
Blow them bands, Blow them bands, Blow them bands
Blow them bands like a fan, like a fan

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Future & FreeBand Gang - White Lyrics and Video

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(Hook x2)
This that paper tat life,
White sheet, white walls
White bitch, white car
This why I hustle white for
Gotta watch out for them white boys

(Verse)
White bricks I drop em out the white house
Riding round in a white ghost
A black nigga but I’m living like them white folks
Black skin but I wash it with some white soap
Hit the weed and I’m blowing out white smoke
With my brother Future rocking out them white shows
They think I’m cakin in a way I rock the white row
All 14 Audemar, it’s white gold
White diamonds and they shining like some head lights
That’s why I fuck with white girls, cause they head right
My uncle kinda old school, stand on white wall
Bustin over bricks, watchin all the white folk

(Hook x2)
This that paper tat life,
White sheet, white walls
White bitch, white car
This why I hustle white for
Gotta watch out for them white boys

(Verse)
White boys on the scene surrounded by yellow tape
Machine won’t even take it if the money fake
You know that boy die cause that money late
You know that nigga snitching cause that nigga fake
The only thang matters what you oughta say
DA lost his arm let a nigga escape
And it only cost me a cool hunned k
If they ever find me guilty, I’ma flee the state
I know a white boy in LA, he can change my face
I got a white girl, she hide me down in MIA
Close to the water, got parties every day
White ho wasted, falling all on her face

(Hook x2)
This that paper tat life,
White sheet, white walls
White bitch, white car
This why I hustle white for
Gotta watch out for them white boys

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Young Nigga Problems Lyrics and Video

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(Bridge)
Gotta wake up early
(Gotta wake up early)
SB’s coming out
(SB’s coming out)
Parking lot domino
(Parking lot domino)
I got young nigga problems
Feds keep balling
(Feds keep balling)
My girl keep callin
(My girl keep callin)
These hoes keep callin
(These hoes keep callin)
I got young nigga problems

(Hook)
I’m a young nigga, young nigga problems
I’m a young nigga, I got young nigga problems
I’m a young nigga, young nigga problems
I’m a young nigga, I got young nigga problems
Young nigga problems, I got young nigga problems
Young nigga problems, I got young nigga problems
(We in here!)

(Verse)
Slice don’t do it
These hoes craving
Tryna eat off your plate, these hoes lazy
Get the chip off my shoulder, I fritole
Then I got a deal, asta luego
Let go of my ego (Let go of my ego)
I walk up to a bank row
She cut it if I say so
She pop it if I say so
Met er, called er in it twice
Ass poking super nice
V12, nowhere reason
Bonnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike
Uh

(Bridge)
Gotta wake up early
(Gotta wake up early)
SB’s coming out
(SB’s coming out)
Parking lot domino
(Parking lot domino)
I got young nigga problems
Feds keep balling
(Feds keep balling)
My girl keep callin
(My girl keep callin)
These hoes keep callin
(These hoes keep callin)
I got young nigga problems

(Hook)
I’m a young nigga, young nigga problems
I’m a young nigga, I got young nigga problems
I’m a young nigga, young nigga problems
I’m a young nigga, I got young nigga problems
Young nigga problems, I got young nigga problems
Young nigga problems, I got young nigga problems
(We in here!)

(Verse)
These young niggas, by on niggas
All in they teen
And I still got young niggas
You can call Irene
You can call Casey
You can call Molly
Caught up in threesome
I don’t pop pills but I do pop shit
FreeBand Gang, yea them nigga pop shit
Boy with that rubber mike, do some pop shit
Fuck yo bubble, I still pop shit
I got fine blend on my back
Bitch, that’s Polo
All these niggas talkin shit, that’s a no no

(Bridge)
Gotta wake up early
(Gotta wake up early)
SB’s coming out
(SB’s coming out)
Parking lot domino
(Parking lot domino)
I got young nigga problems
Feds keep balling
(Feds keep balling)
My girl keep callin
(My girl keep callin)
These hoes keep callin
(These hoes keep callin)
I got young nigga problems

(Hook)
I’m a young nigga, young nigga problems
I’m a young nigga, I got young nigga problems
I’m a young nigga, young nigga problems
I’m a young nigga, I got young nigga problems
Young nigga problems, I got young nigga problems
Young nigga problems, I got young nigga problems
(We in here!)

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Rehab (Amy Winehouse) Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
Drinking lean smoking kush, taking molly’s on, molly’s on
Uhhh, rest in peace to Amy Winehouse
We’re drinking lean smoking kush, taking molly’s on
Yeah, rest in peace to Amy Winehouse
Yeah I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab rehab
Yeah I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab rehab

(Verse)
I had codeine with my sister, moving slower than a scooter
And I took a Vicodine like a got a tooth ache
Purple in the Sprite, I mix it up, I’m like a scientist
have we ever took control, do you know Miley Cyrus?
Started takin MDA, man I think I’m in NBA
Sipping purple sipping yellow, 24 out today
Smoking on that California, first thing when I awake
Sound of the wife it go, you can call me Future blaze
I heard she lied to hit the flake, I heard she like to sip the lean
‘Bout to take her to the moon, I’ma fuck her on the beam
Drinking me some dirty Sprite, I won’t drink it in 15
Welcome to my drugs, Amy Winehouse R.I.P

(Hook)
Drinking lean smoking kush, taking molly’s on, molly’s on
Uhhh, rest in peace to Amy Winehouse
We’re drinking lean smoking kush, taking molly’s on
Yeah, rest in peace to Amy Winehouse
Yeah I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab rehab
Yeah I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab rehab

(Verse)
Uhh, had you tried the Miley Cyrus?
Uhh man I’m feeling very violent
Uhh on the witch ‘cause I’m the man
Uhh, you say you sell it then I buy it from you
Drinking easy pink, smoking loud in the state,
My eyes wide open, I can barely damn blink,
I’m rolling like a 18 ruler down the street
Future had you working I ain’t been asleep in three weeks,
Rock star status, I get higher than a satellite
I gotta blow the strong just so I can have a appetite
Astronaut forever nigga even in my afterlife
Rest in peace the Amy Winehouse I’m bout to take a flight

(Hook)
Drinking lean smoking kush, taking molly’s on, molly’s on
Uhhh, rest in peace to Amy Winehouse
We’re drinking lean smoking kush, taking molly’s on
Yeah, rest in peace to Amy Winehouse
Yeah I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab rehab
Yeah I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab rehab

(Verse)
Mix the purple with the Sprite – it turn pink
Sprinkle molly in the drink and then you drink
On your Pluto but right now I’m off of Venus
I stay turned up to the max and I be leanin
My girl say I need some help but I can’t see it
I know Scotty and I’m fresh and European
I keep shades over my eyes because they real
I would never be sober until I’m dead, ain’t no lie
I blow kush to clear the stress that’s in my head
I took a percosette, now I can’t feel my legs
I’m in your city and I just jumped off the jet
Rest in peace to Amy Winehouse, I can’t forget you

(Hook)
Drinking lean smoking kush, taking molly’s on, molly’s on
Uhhh, rest in peace to Amy Winehouse
We’re drinking lean smoking kush, taking molly’s on
Yeah, rest in peace to Amy Winehouse
Yeah I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab rehab
Yeah I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab, I need to go to rehab rehab

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