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Troy Ave - Cuffin Season (Freestyle) Lyrics and Video

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'Cuffin Season (Freestyle)' Lyrics - Troy Ave
Here is Cuffin Season (Freestyle) Lyrics by Troy Ave

My dough keep flippin when I’m lookin up (6 O’s)
She know it’s no kissin, take the dick and fuck
Yall keep slippin, we be grippin up
We don’t get to diss em, we just hit em up

BSB records, we the new shit
It’s Troy Ave case you wondering who this
Real nigga from the streets, we are not the same
Either pussy or some paper when my phone ring
Hoes keep calling I ain’t picking up
Labels keep calling, I need bigger bucks
Get a mill, hit me on the walkie
Til then all my mills off then forget the talkin
White Empire State throwin dice
Married to the game, no ring, just ice
Cool young nigga, neck full of freezer
Furs to the floor, no respect for the PETA
Girls only fuck so respectin the peda
Short stop baby, gotta call Derek Jeter
I 2 can put it on for the city
You ain’t heard a niggs buzzin this big since 50
Get riches, die tryin, use iron when I’m thievin
Niggas know I will, son, I don’t play for Phoenix
36 a bird, what you payin for my CDs
Get a extra quarterback, both 100 grams sold
All work pays nigga,
All my homies eatin nigga, fuckin X and Tre nigga
I came for the money, you can keep the fame
In the street niggas funny, I’m in the streets with J
Why you at All Star weekend like a bitch with no panties?
Why you goin to LA when you ain’t offered no Grammy
2 words, one meaning get rowdy
And I don’t’ like them niggas, and I don’t like nobody like em
Hear these red nose go with they phonies again
Wanna stand in my section, let the hoes get in
Outside lookin like a welfare line
Cus word of mouth say I really live my rhymes
They came to feel the energy, it’s something that’s true
And the bitches jump fuckin, make me they boo
Who? Who? Cry me a river, tears of joy
I brought New York City back, young boy Troy muthafuckas
Came here to thank me later
But if you don’t thank me then we know you a hater
Sucka

I’m the reason
I’m the reason why the city is even respected again
What we even talkin bout?
Fuck outta here mane
You see these truck ass niggas
Real deal, Holyfield right here
I look and sound like New York, right now it’s real hard to find
We ain’t surfin no waves
We are the wave, believe me
BSB Records
I come through how I do
With the classic feel so you know that it’s real
The fuck going on mane?
These other niggas jump, man what’s goin on?
Imposters
These is rasta pasta
I sound like the subway
I sound like the brand new Benz merkin off on the streets hittin a pothole
I sound like going to the corner store at 4 in the morning for a fuckin dutch
I don’t sound like no bouncy turn up
It’s dream club, get the fuck outta here, bullshit mane
Troy Ave
BSB Records
Countin money, let me turn the mic up so you can hear it
This is money
Yea, I’m getting that nigga
I get it off the ground
Niggas ain’t neva took chips out of 10
Cobaine tell these niggas
This rap shit is easy nigga
Kid you ain’t neva had the butterflies in yo stomach
When a flash of light pullin up
While you in the F150
On yo way to CT
With a bird and a half allegedly
You don’t know what, you ain’t here before mane
Motherfuckin 750 grams each
In the lining of the sweat suits sittin near the stomach
Like how you tolt the hamme
We had, we had it there
You hold this part, you hold that part
Because in our head we thinkin
We heard some with that
If you got less than a brick then you get less time
So we both got 7 50 and we get caught then we getting less time
These niggas ain’t the real deal Holyfield mane
Troy Ave nigga
I don’t know bout that other shit
I represent what New York is about
I represent the streets, I represent being fly
I represent getting money
I’m charismatic like a motherfucker
The bitches love me
And my name’s solid gold
Powder!

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Jay Love - Or Nah (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Ty$ & Wiz Khalifa)

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'Or Nah (Remix)' Lyrics - Jay Love Ft. Ty$ & Wiz Khalifa
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(Intro: Wiz Khalifa)
*Wiz laugh*
I gotta lotta cash
I don’t mind spendin’ it
*Wiz laugh again*

(Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa)
I’m-a smoke this joint then I’m-a break you off
I be lying if I said you ain’t the one
All these tattoos in my skin, they turn you on
Lotta smoking, drinking, that’s the shit I’m on
Heard you not the type that you take home to Mom
Is we fucking when we leave the club or nah?
I ain’t spending cash for nothing I wanna see you take it off
I’m-a pop this bottle, you gon’ give me brain or nah?
Heard you from the hood, you rep that thing or nah?
Got a lotta ass you gonna shake that thing or nah?
Heard you smoke blunts you down with paper planes or nah?
I feel like I’m Tony, you my boss? I’m thinking nah
The whole world I take it on

(Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign)
You gonna run it for these hundreds girl or nah?
Show me is you really ’bout your money girl or nah?
Don’t play with a boss, Girl take it off
Take it for a real one
You gonna get it all

(Hook: Ty Dolla $ign)
Is you really ’bout your money or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh, Oh Nahhhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh Oh Nahhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh

(Verse 2: Jay Love)
Jay Love
Shawty gon drink it, 4 in one
Tell yo friend she can bring a friend, we can have fun
I’m goin deep sea divin while you float on top of my water baby
Got my goggles on, best on, girl I can’t confess
So is you gon call a break tonight or nah?
You gon let a nigga put the tip inside or nah?
Don’t be too proud to beg, I know this D is what you want
So go on and bend it over, baby let me bring you on
Bring you on girl

(Hook: Ty Dolla $ign)
Is you really ’bout your money or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh, Oh Nahhhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh Oh Nahhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh

(Outro: Wiz Khalifa)
Gonna make that ass clap (x2)
Make make make that ass clap
Gonna make that ass clap

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Jay Love Ft. Ty$  & Wiz Khalifa - Or Nah (Remix)

The Mary Onettes - Silence Is A Gun Lyrics and Video

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'Silence Is A Gun' Lyrics - The Mary Onettes
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I can be the first in your soul
Pulling our a tune, never show
Let everybody know what you did
You know what you can take
Silence is a gun

When your eyes only see what you feel
Bring it back, the faults to your soul
And go easy, feels too hard at times
But you know what you can take
Silence is a gun

Fear is alive for you to run with
Fear is alive for me to cope with
There's a sign to be too weak and
There's a stranger in your heart
There's a stranger in your eyes

So there's a silent beating
There's a ghost for everyone, I know

Fear is alive for you to run with
Fear is alive for me to cope with
There's a sign to be too weak and
There's a stranger in your heart

When you go, when you go
You have it all, inside you're tough
When you go, when you go
You have it all, inside you're tough

There's a stranger
There's a stranger in your eyes

Fear is alive for you to run with
Fear is alive for me to cope with
There's a sign to be too weak and
There's a stranger in your eyes

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Lana Del Rey - Once Upon A Dream Lyrics and Video

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'Once Upon A Dream' Lyrics - Lana Del Rey
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I know you,
I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you,
That look in your eyes is so familiar - a gleam
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you,
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once,
The way you did once upon a dream
Aaah aah aaah aaa-ah-ah
But if I know you, I know what you do
You love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream!

I know you,
I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you,
That gleam in your eyes is so familiar - a gleam
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you,
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream
Aaah aah aaah aaa-ah-ah

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Lana Del Rey - Once Upon A Dream

Romeo Santos - Odio Lyrics and Video (Ft. Drake)

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'Odio' Lyrics - Romeo Santos Ft. Drake
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Al parece, que mi amor crece crece
Pero tu desmaneces y me ofreces tu amistad sin no ..
Se cayó otro hombre que ha logrado lo más que yo a ti te di
Un logar, una familia, un buen por venir
Perdón por hacerte daño.

Coro:
Y por ti, vivo anihilado en el despecho
Reprimido ardiendo por lo celos
Lo odio que él te haga feliz
A mi mi, nada me intimida pero entiendo
Que el gano la guerra hace tiempo
Y se me olvida que ya te perdí.

Celos sus besos, sobre tu cuerpo
Hay .. poder así de mi
Y te quiero aqui
Odio ese hombre porque esta a tu lado
De tu amor, soy un pobre diablo
Sin tu amor yo no soy nada.

Coro:
Y por ti, vivo anihilado en el despecho
Reprimido ardiendo por lo celos
Lo odio que él te haga feliz
A mi mi, nada me intimida pero entiendo
Que el gano la guerra hace tiempo
Y se me olvida que ya te perdí.

Escucha las palabras

Yo fui el llanto en esta sonrisa
Y lo nuestro es un amor sobre un volcán muy deprisa

Drake:
You were the one, you’ve been the one from the moment I’ve seen it
Sometimes I question if this is all real
I grab on tain and I barely believe in you
Look like you’re drawn by an artist, no you
You live like .. but both were together
Those are some girls that I know from back home and saw them, you get it
Don't worry about it, keep speaking Spanish.
I get it, translate it, you know you my baby.
Anything for you, anything baby
I do not wanna be enemies baby
I would just much rather give you baby
And buy you a house so I never true baby
Don’t stay with this Snoop girl I really go crazy
I really go crazy.

Coro:
Y por ti, vivo anihilado en el despecho
Reprimido ardiendo por lo celos
Lo odio que él te haga feliz
A mi mi, nada me intimida pero entiendo
Que el gano la guerra hace tiempo
Y se me olvida que ya te perdí.

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Imagine Dragons - Radioactive (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

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'Radioactive (Remix)' Lyrics - Imagine Dragons Ft. Kendrick Lamar
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[Verse 1]
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse, whoa

[Hook]
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

[Verse 2]
I raise my flags, dye my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa
I'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

[Hook]

[Bridge]
All systems go, sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Bury me alive, bury me with pride
Bury me with berries, that forbidden fruit and cherry wine
Thank you berry much, but tonight's my night and I'm Barry Bonds
Swingin' for the fences, barbaric Kendrick in idle time
Everything in life's subject to change, change whip, change grind
Change clothes, change opinions, right before I change my mind
I don't really know yah business, been in there since I was bendin' Lego blocks
Now you tell the world about me, dry snitch
Tater tots on my shotgun, now I gotta pop one at the stars
Sky's the limit, I gotta finish as the first rapper on Mars
Mark my word, Imma make my mark, even when they start their Martial Law
Even when these martians alienate, my mental state is still at heart
Fuck, look in my eyes, tell me I died, tell me I tried, to compromise
Tell me you love me, tell me that I, don't give a fuck and can barely decide
Wishin' good luck on my enemies, all of my energy go to the almighty God
I could drown in a bottle of Hennessy, fuck your amenities, I'm gettin' better with time
AHHHHH!

[Hook]

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Future - We Run The Streets Lyrics and Video (Ft. Young Scooter)

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'We Run The Streets' Lyrics - Future Ft. Young Scooter
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We run the streets
We run the radio,nigga
They’re gonna cheat
You got to pay for it nigga
I ain’ tryin to eat
You got to wait for it ,nigga
They got some keys

I got trucks ,nigga,trucks
I get money flowing rap
Money,flow rap,money
Money,not a problem,man
Burden not a problem
Bitches,not a problem,nigga
Wallet,not a problem,yeah
…Nigga,keep that money
Nigga,drop it to the floor
Nigga come on,push it
Nigga,playin’ golf,you all
Nigga movin’ …
Nigga know the tears,yeah

We run the streets
We run the radio,nigga
They’re gonna cheat
You got to pay for it nigga
I ain’ tryin to eat
You got to wait for it ,nigga
They got some keys
I got to pay for it,nigga

I’m on my way fast asking for a date
Ladies won’t leave aside ,asking,beggin’ me to stay
Free bags of rock …
When I …ahead ,I made a million dollar estate
Plus I run the streets
I got no…
30.000 dollars,30.million,just to run the show
Ass in my pocket,fuck the wallet
I don’t know,hoe
2 million …on the radio
Swamp,swamp
You better do it
Swamp,swamp,
You better do it

We run the streets
We run the radio,nigga
They’re gonna cheat
You got to pay for it nigga
I ain’ tryin to eat
You got to wait for it ,nigga
They got some keys
I got to pay for it ,nigga

I have hundreds,no,wait,fans
Asking for me
I got trucks next to trucks
I get money,no rap
Money no rap
Money ,real rap

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Future Ft. Young Scooter - We Run The Streets

Foxes - Glorious Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
Hard on ground and I keep on fallin
Breathing in but it’s not enough
When I drown my eyes in the river flowing
You said you’ll stay just a little more

(Pre-Chorus)
Cause the fate is untold
I still hear it callin
But something is wrong
Teardrops are falling
Just before I hit the ground
Oh when I hear you say
Oh when I hear you say

(Chorus)
Don’t give it up, don’t you give it up
It’s glorious
Don’t give it up, don’t you give it up
It’s glorious
No, I can’t help it, no, I can’t help it
Don’t wanna stay or run away
No, I can’t help it, no, I can’t help it

(Verse)
I close my eyes and I feel your heartbeat
A deep blue sea lashes over me
When I found her cries I feel warmth around me
Cause I felt their price I don’t even hold

(Pre-Chorus)
Cause the fate is untold
I still hear it callin
But something is wrong
Teardrops are falling
Just before I hit the ground
Oh when I hear you say
Oh when I hear you say

(Chorus)
Don’t give it up, don’t you give it up
It’s glorious
Don’t give it up, don’t you give it up
It’s glorious
No, I can’t help it, no, I can’t help it
Don’t wanna stay or run away
No, I can’t help it, no, I can’t help it

(Bridge x2)
When the time is right
And there’s no way out
And I am losing something I ain’t got
When the love is gone and I’m all alone
I give it everything, I’ll give it everything
Now, when the time is right
And there’s no way out
I give it everything, I’ll give it everything

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Young Buck - Walk Thru (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Rich Homie Quan & Problem)

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(Rich Homie Quan)
Yeah, hey man where my real niggas at in this muh’ fucker man?
You feel me? Do the real nigga walk through for me hey

(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through

(Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan)
I done made a few bands when I walk through
People I don’t know naw I don’t talk to
Me and Problem in this bitch, he a boss too
Sitting at the round table making boss moves
I done walk thru with Gucci on my feet
Who got more money, you or me?
I’mma walk through usually with my nigga best believe
That I got the tool on me I done snuck passed security
What the fuck, do you need glasses just to see
Me when I’m coming full speed, got that V12 running
And I’mma jump the fence if I see 12 coming
Even if I were blind, I could still smell money
I can’t trust no outside niggas, they could tell on me
I’m the alphabet boy ‘cause I keep an L on me
I smoke good, throwing up my set in your hood, nigga

(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through

(Verse 2: Young Buck)
Some of my niggas flamed up but I’m all blue
I keep bands in my pants so we all do
Floor seats, Hawks game I’ma ball too
I put the Chevy on the road but my dogs flew
Shorty sendin’ DM’s, lemme call you
I told her get all of her friends, yeah I’ll fall through
Giuseppe shoes, Louie belt, bitch I’m all new
A Cuban link, gold Rollie and it’s all true
Penthouse top level, look at yall view
50 bands on me, Rich Homie when I saw you
They know who to talk to for the walk thru
You want yo city turned up, you gon call who?

(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through

(Verse 3: Problem)
It’s money over here, what you thought, clown?
Play crazy while you high, have you knocked down
No frowns around here, bruh, we all smiles
Giuseppe just dropped, got all styles
(Mom set the boy out when I walk through
Scarface before he died this part 2)
Have your peoples tell promoters that I’m coming
Park me in the front, leave the shit running, here’s 100, what up?
Flip your bitch like a coin, better call it, nigga
She got a thing for us big dick balling niggas
She bout to rock the boy mic, ’till it feedback
The realest nigga out my city and I mean that

(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through

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Big Boi - CPU 2.0 Lyrics and Video (Ft. Phantogram & Sade)

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(Hook: Phantogram)
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind

(Verse 1: Big Boi)
The world is yours as soon as you log on
I’m long gone like the dro that’s blown in the wind, friend
Pretend that this life is but a dream then reality syncs in
The fantasy begins and it never ends
We like to role play, throw on some Coldplay
Go get some drugs and alcohol, fuck our whole day
Now we’re trapped in the matrix
While Big Brother out here making movies, nigga, don’t say shit

(Hook: Phantogram)
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind

(Verse 2: Big Boi)
The information age (age)
The age of information, but we’re still enslave
So let me behave like a coon, bring the goons, go out and sell dope
That’s what they shoving down our throat so I choke
And regurgitrate truest lyrics I ever wrote, folk
My crew is loc’d out without the bandannas
Yet we keep it cracking like a egg yolk, nigga, that’s Atlanta
By way of West Savannah

(Hook: Phantogram)
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind

(Bridge: Big Boi) (x2)
As I scroll through the centerfolds
Wishing that the screen was three-dimensional
I know it doesn’t seem too conventional
But it’ll do untill I get you in the physical

(Hook: Phantogram)
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind

Nothing can come, nothing can come
Nothing can come between us

(Bridge: Phantogram)
The flash memory that I’ll hold is all I know of time
What was waiting all along is all I have to realize
I’ve got the dial tone
The glowing screen, it means we’re not alone

(Hook: Phantogram & Sade)
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Always hope that you remember
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
Boy I really love the meaning of it all
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
What we had was strong and tender
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
Oh oh
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind

(Verse 3: Sade)
In the middle of the madness
When the time is running out
And we’re left alone
All I want is you to know that
The storm still can pull us apart
Nothing can come between us
Nothing can pull us apart
Nothing can come between us

(Hook: Phantogram)
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
And it’s you that’s on my computer screen
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind
Always hope that you remember
Cause it’s you that’s on my mind

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Boy George - My God Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
A man gives me the book of God and I turn to him and said
“I wouldn’t be here my friend if I had no faith
Here in the darkness I became the light
I had to get it wrong to get it right”

(Pre-Chorus 1)
He crossed himself and I shook my head
He said “Jesus loves you, don’t you know?”

(Chorus)
My God is bigger than your god
My God is better than yours
Put your palms away
You need a little more faith
Don’t you know what your heart is for?
You should know what your heart is for

(Verse)
Saw the devil down in New York City
All dressed up like a saint
You’re in your phony crown and war paint
You see number 6
But new boys took you down
Watch you fall apart like fate in China Town

(Pre-Chorus 2)
I cross myself and he shook his head
I said “Jesus loves me, don’t you know?”

(Chorus)
My God is bigger than your god
Put your faith in the good Lord
My God is better than yours
Show your heart, show your heart now
Put your palms away
You need a little more faith
Don’t you know what your heart is for?
You should know what your heart is for

(Bridge)
This ain’t a song, it’s a movement
Many good have got a halo
New York
Hold your way, kiss the ring now

Ta ra ra ta, ta ra ra ta ta (repeat)

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Don Trip - Proof Lyrics and Video

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(Bridge)
I’m just tryna make my music
And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi
But out here niggas talkin foolish
Got that 30 round that’s on me,
Potna please don’t make me prove it

(Verse)
That money made me obnoxious, self-centered, intolerable
If I can’t make no dollars off it
Bitch I don’t even wanna talk to you
Fuck yo feelings, fuck yo point of view
I couldn’t care less about what you goin through
Real recognize real and I’m not so sure of you bitch
Fuck you want from me? I’m not here, deny charity
Gold diggers wanna neighbor me
Somebody tell that hoe to seek therapy
I got enough stress, I got money from that fuck up deal last year I ain’t touched yet
It’s me, myself and I
Then we give a fuck if that makes you upset
Truthfully, no, truthfully
What else could you do to me?
I watched mama pawn all her jewelry
Just so she can buy food to eat
You know who I’m with, if it’s you and me
I ain’t had the same as I used to be
You damn right I’ve been losin sleep
I’ve been on a 3 year losin streak
But I ain’t lost a step, I was in too deep then I caught my breath
They say that experience is the best teacher
In that case, I guess I taught myself
Burner on me, no that ain’t nothing
Knew the same nigga from last year
The truth is I couldn’t change
Even if I was a cashier

(Bridge)
I’m just tryna make my music
And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi
But out here niggas talkin foolish
Got that 30 round that’s on me,
Potna please don’t make me prove it

(Hook)
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it

(Verse)
I say fuck whoever don’t ride for me
Man yo pane so obsolete
I pull a price on yo bank account then all my goons go on a shopping spree
They ain’t makin no Twitter rants
I’m too motherfuckin sick and fat
I got too much dough to be desperate
And not enough to be kickin it back
It go rearview, brown bitch make some match
I fuck em but I never deal with em
I’m a dog ass nigga, they still dig me
I get mo pussy then kitty litter
I wake up to see billboards
That mean I see the bigger picture
I’m bout my cut like the service scout
Pull out razor and a pair of scissors
Bitch!

I’m all I got and I got no complaints
Pistol full of brass and my heart filled with novocaine
Dollar after dollar, tryna reach my quota
That’s why I wake up and grind like a couple forgies

(Bridge)
I’m just tryna make my music
And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi
But out here niggas talkin foolish
Got that 30 round that’s on me,
Potna please don’t make me prove it

(Hook)
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it

I said please don’t make me prove it

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Don Trip - Neil Armstrong Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
Kill a nigga over nothing
Run from fast money, is a control substance
I’m addicted to it, bitch I got the shakes
And I hit the Rove runnin like I cut the brakes
Sharp blade to his knee, tell him cut the cake
Point a bitch took my dick, tell er fuck a date
95, got that slow money, call it steel mills
GPS, ask what’s my destination, I say straight to hell
I’m not jokin baby, I’m so Dave Chapelle
I’m so sick and fat, if I’d try to weight myself I’d break the scale
Where’s my competition, I’m so tired of having to face myself
I keep killin this shit and killin this shit, I might have to pace myself

(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldn’t dare take a break
Baby I’m so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
I’mma stay strapped til I die
I’ll take my glock to my grave

(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space

(Verse)
Stay in yo lane, I don’t give a fuck how you ride, I ain’t too famous to fire
I got young niggas with me shootin while they tryna break a tie
And life’s too short to take yo time
I spend every day on the grind
You just in the way of the grind
No hesitation, you dyin if you ever play with what’s mine
Trap nigga bout my Nike sign and my life in times
Loved a pretty bitch round my dick like her license expired
I’m so motherfuckin high, I may just take this so much space
So good the sun will break
I’m with this shit, that’s more than some would say
And one would say the truth I already lost
If this is a number’s race
You should have funds to chase instead you soak until you runnin a play
And you don’t run the streets
You know what’s yo mind’s you don’t even run yo plates
I wouldn’t be bout it wit yo pretending ass but I can’t even concentrate

(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldn’t dare take a break
Baby I’m so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
I’mma stay strapped til I die
I’ll take my glock to my grave

(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space

(Verse)
But I stare the devil dead in the face
Tell em if I go to hell he gon need a new place
Drove myself insane, tryna get my own fate
Lil nigga still swingin, never left the home place, draw yo drapes
Close yo curtains, shut yo blinds, stay inside
It’s a jungle outside, they put money over pride
I put money on my mind and my mind in the may
At yo motherfuckin throat, bout to show you how to shave

(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldn’t dare take a break
Baby I’m so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
I’mma stay strapped til I die
I’ll take my glock to my grave

(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space

Give me space!

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Don Trip - Cream of the Crop Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
Fuck was I thinkin?
Shit, I shoulda known bout it
I shoulda trusted my gut, maybe this shit woulda gone better
Time to fire lawyer, he’s not looking out for me
Obviously I’m trapped in a whole nother trap, the irony
So fuck this shit, I’mma do me nigga
So what? Go ahead, sue me nigga
I’ll die about it, I’ll kill for it
Now album out and I’m still tourin
Shouts go out to yo projects
You talk to more than you know
Now I don’t care if it’s up or down, I was under magnetic control
And I just give my all to this, give my heart to this
Til my heart explode
No man sound, I’m bare face, here to back what I’m owed
It’s my fault that I fucked up, I’m the dummy that signed
Everybody must play the fool, no exceptions I find
I blame nobody but I
I take my losses with pride
Bought 36 more watched, I’m makin up for lost time
Take no prisoners, no hostages
It’s all real, no politics
No apologies, I’m all in it so my kids never know poverty

(Verse)
I wanna ball out like yall do
I lost 60k in one lawsuit
Can’t keep a good dog down but I’m still eatin no dog food
Half a mill for that plug deal
But just in case it don’t fall through
I’m still trapped nigga, I got great credit, just hit me plug and we all cool
Inside, the realest with me
We’re all strapped and we’ll all shoot
Black van, we hop out
Spray you up, that’s a call booth
Take my tool, you know how to count money
That’s more important than any cartoon
And I hate these clothes, I love the money they payin niggas just to walk through
Love nothing more than my 3 kids
Kill you over they sace shoes
Go right at home, play with Jana
And feed her sisters while I watch the news
Either way I win
But I’m afraid a man lost his screws
What I’mma do if I go bad tho?
True thing’s I never thought it through
I never thought it through
I tried not to
I’m all alone for the plays
My mind is torn in 2
I don’t know what you want from me
I’ll give it all to who wants nothing
I’ve lost family and lost money
But I’m too invested to walk from it
Now preach

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Don Trip - New Blinds Lyrics and Video (Ft. Young Dolph)

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(Hook x2)
I got them pounds, ain’t no slowing down, bitch it’s going down
Slangin pine like I’m slangin pies, ain’t no breakin down
Work at night, we can’t work at that, I want every dime
Got me paranoid out my mind, fuckin up the blinds

(Verse)
Who’s that peepin in my window?
Damn, I gotta let somebody go down
3 ring circle, bitch I clown
And I still don’t fuck with you bozos
I’m in that water, might spend a couple G’s on a bad kitchen so I can do a showboat
What’s that? Who are you? Fuck you! I don’t really care
I’m just takin time to clear the air
I’mma ride til the wheels fall off and when the wheels fall I’mma go switch it this bill
Livin in the fast lane, highway to hell
No airbags, no seatbelt
Born in the trap, ain’t nobody finna help us out
We just have to save ourselves
So I go 30 bill in that trash bag, bout to sling em all to one guy
I see this nigga 2 times a week
And we don’t even say hi
Oh no, we don’t even wait no time
We just handed that and get go
I’m too paranoid, I know but I won’t need parel like I got coke

(Hook x2)
I got them pounds, ain’t no slowing down, bitch it’s going down
Slangin pine like I’m slangin pies, ain’t no breakin down
Work at night, we can’t work at that, I want every dime
Got me paranoid out my mind, fuckin up the blinds

(Verse)
What the hell you been doin?
Sellin pounds in and out of town
Thought you would, nigga you must be out yo mothafuckin mind
Hold on, wait, I changed my mind
Gon get you fired, then leave yo mama address with me just in case you try to hide
Like purple in the house and the rest outside
I’m splashin, I’m dunkin these bells like Clyde Drexler
Sendin full 48’s all day
And I keep 2 grams in my swisha
Fuck a double up, tryna make my triple
Trip with papi, already know I’m wit you
Posted Instagram, that’s a million dollar picture
A+ made me a half a million dollar nigga
I fucked a bitch, cut her off and I ain’t need no scissors
Jumped in the whip and burnt out, left her all in her feeling
Garbage bag full of green shit, round my way we call that landscape
Nah, I don’t fuck with pussy niggas, don’t attempt to give me no handshake

(Hook x2)
I got them pounds, ain’t no slowing down, bitch it’s going down
Slangin pine like I’m slangin pies, ain’t no breakin down
Work at night, we can’t work at that, I want every dime
Got me paranoid out my mind, fuckin up the blinds

(Verse)
I know too many niggas doin fed time
I know some others that ain’t made it to the headlines
And I know these broke niggas get best with
But I’m not shine weapon too selfish, try me I hit yo ass with that headlight
Bitch I’m ballin, I got 4 bullets past, you’re welcome to intercept it
I’m a business man and this effort is to protect my investment
I don’t give a damn bout to you, I’m just tryna get to my loot
I was 16, Shawty said if pour juice, suckin up dope in the booth
And I got mama so ashamed, she’d pretend she had no clue
But I was tryna hold our house together without glue
I spent far too many nights at the window with the extended
Thinkin whoever comin to get me is goin with me

(Hook x2)
I got them pounds, ain’t no slowing down, bitch it’s going down
Slangin pine like I’m slangin pies, ain’t no breakin down
Work at night, we can’t work at that, I want every dime
Got me paranoid out my mind, fuckin up the blinds

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Don Trip - God Speed Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
I’m still on my job
I got work to do until my mom can quit her job
Put it all on me, maybe I won’t let it starve
RIP to Lil Paper, I turn back around and rap pull
All the hate in this world, and my word and my balls
At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by yo broad
Got a fully loaded pistol, with my back against the wall
If it’s me against the world then I plan to take em all

(Verse)
You lil niggas too soft, cotton balls
I ball
Cotton ball with top cash shit
That’s all I know
Spit game so sick I might stuff yo nose
High, I’m fly with a flock of hoes
Let the bitch ride me, she love control
Been 14 months since I shitted on niggas
So pardon me while I drop a load
These lil rappers got way too comfortable
Boy you’re sweeter than Jana’s jungle juice
Hit yo block, with all these drums
Yo labels would think a parade was comin through
Call yo bitch like baby I’m comin through
She like “oh, okay, I’m wakin boo”
I’m so sorry if you think I’m savin you yo chances of Shawty
Then these is daisy dudes
I’m too great to lose, so fly, I just flew the coupe
Great hair, yes I’m getting O’s
Still getting blow like chicken noodle soup
Who gon stop me? I’m still waitin for a candidate
All these busters swear they riders
Until they ridin in the ambulance
I’m more wealthy than I ever been
The sex is sweeter than gelatin
I’m bout that body and all my closets got choppas inside and not skeletons
I stick to that money like it’s magnetic
I’m saving my heart for miss Halle Berry
I live life faster than Kyle Perry
Your money’s funny and Malcolm the edit
Make you disappear, Malcolm the edit
Fresh out the jungle, Serengeti
May God look after the unlucky bastard who left with the hassle to come and get me
Woo! Me so arrogant, me no give no fuck
Pop quiz, who the shit?
Alright, pencils up
Where my competition?
Oh I wish I’m loved
Cus I don’t give a shit and I’m not givin in and I’m not givin up
Rock the game plan, alright stick em up
Fuck yo feelings until I get enough
All that money still I can’t get enough
Count so slow, Shawty I’m not in a rush

(Hook)
I’m still on my job
I got work to do until my mom can quit her job
Put it all on me, maybe I won’t let it starve
RIP to Lil Paper, I turn back around and rap pull
All the hate in this world, and my word and my balls
At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by yo broad
Got a fully loaded pistol, with my back against the wall
If it’s me against the world then I plan to take em all

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Gillie Da Kid - Jungle Lyrics and Video

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(Bridge)
Welcome to my jungle
Nigga welcome to my jungle
Let me bring you to my jungle
Nigga welcome to my jungle
Them youngins out there chasin wealth
They got that pistol on they belt
It’s every nigga for himself oh oh
Nigga welcome to my jungle
Nigga welcome to my jungle

(Hook)
You do dirt, you get dirt
Fuckin with this and you gon get murked
I lay you in that casket in that church
I put you bastards up in that dirt
Oh, we stay pullin on them trees
Movin coco leafs, nigga welcome to my jungle
Where my niggas Japanese
Cus that motherfuckin D
Gotta fuck one if you freeze oh oh

(Verse)
In that swamp with the crocs, the ocean with them sharks
I put all my jewelry on in any hood after dark
World knows us with the lions, in the grass with the cobras
Me and my niggas in D all screamin Cosa nostra
Super soakers, we a spray
We the roaches, you the prey
Raisin toasters, you a lay,
Leave them jokers DOA

Nigga welcome to my jungle
Where my youngins servin bundles
It be rumble young and rumble
You see my city got that I am fly
Feel me? The city of the homicide
City leave yo mama traumatized
And my youngins don’t apologize

(Hook)
You do dirt, you get dirt
Fuckin with this and you gon get murked
I lay you in that casket in that church
I put you bastards up in that dirt
Oh, we stay pullin on them trees
Movin coco leafs, nigga welcome to my jungle
Where my niggas Japanese
Cus that motherfuckin D
Gotta fuck one if you freeze oh oh

(Verse)
Move with the lions, I done fucked with the gators
I’ve been duckin the D’s, they wanna lock me in cages
Take a look at they faces, tryna bang me with cases
Bitch I’m Trayvon Martin, you pussy niggas is racist
I run my jungle like Mufasa
I stay away from all that crab and the lobsters
All the niggas that be mad they imposters
Cus they the ones that get you attacked,
Bunch, yea

(Hook)
You do dirt, you get dirt
Fuckin with this and you gon get murked
I lay you in that casket in that church
I put you bastards up in that dirt
Oh, we stay pullin on them trees
Movin coco leafs, nigga welcome to my jungle
Where my niggas Japanese
Cus that motherfuckin D
Gotta fuck one if you freeze oh oh

(Bridge)
Welcome to my jungle
Nigga welcome to my jungle
Let me bring you to my jungle
Nigga welcome to my jungle
Them youngins out there chasin wealth
They got that pistol on they belt
It’s every nigga for himself oh oh
Nigga welcome to my jungle
Nigga welcome to my jungle

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Don Trip - Road Warriors Lyrics and Video (Ft. Starlito)

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(Verse)
Say goodbye to my conscience
Meanwhile I go against the tide like…
Like dirty laundry, I fell for the Ponzi
Now I wanna spill on them niggas like I’m clumsy
Waitin on my moment to blow like a trumpet
I slipped somewhere along the line, my mind malfunction
I’m used to being listed as a halfnot
I came from the dirt but now the motherfuckin sandbox
I signed my John Hancock
My dream faded away like a jump shot
Long road ahead, no red stops
The game’s a lot harder than it looks from the press box
Cemetery pull but you can still good a guess like
Play the cards I’m dealt, just tryna make a jackpot
I want more capeter than the key boy kept locked, it’s stifling
You turned me into a villain, the crazy thing is I liked it
If being real’s a crime they’re wasting time on my indictments
I made it like tomorrow’s not coming for me
Crazy cus I’m ballin like I’ll never run out of money
But fuck it, life’s a gamble, bet it all on black
Play with my scratch, I’ll put a glowing red dot on yo head
You just a snack and I will eat yo heart out yo chest
And after seconds I got all these missing marbles and a fully loaded weapon
If you think I give a flyin fuck you got that wrong impression
Introduce me to yo lady, I’ll be plottin to undress her
Fuck you and all them niggas in yo studio
Gassin ya, I wipe what’s left of yo life out the calendar
I got out my deal and went and celebrated
Out at Chuck E Cheese, you caught yo journey in jail and
And they don’t fuck with yall good at rap
I don’t fuck with rats either, how fun is that?
Yea I come from the bottom oh but I’m not going back
And when my foes go snap that’s when I go take a nap
(And when my foes go snap that’s when I go take a nap)

(Verse)
My only fear is failure, a dream is bout the only thing that I won’t sell ya
An empty CD case of mine, it struck paraphernalia
I’m that dope, grind like I’m flip broke
It was the drivin and drank, then lean back and I’m fetcho
My rap quotes are exactly what it seem
If crack spoke
The club could say it’s too much soda on, yo lips beg the coke
Grill low passin, car on tinters, Coca Cola classic cans
Just grindin til we come up, I hope you know that that’s the plan
Same mission, same hustle, we all struggle
Halfhearted apology to the hoes that thought I loved you
Snoop told me not to, me and Trip and you talked to
Now, diss me I be done shot you
Free bout here, free die too, just know that I missed yo fam
My niggas was movin squares, I ain’t talkin scrollin through Instagram
Every show send them pictures man, fuck them hoe niggas snitchin
They got my folks in the system, someday I’m going to visit

Priz – the only place with more bars than this
Either that or the pharmacist, honest shit
Military ammo, my cartriges rip all through yo cartilage
Don’t shoot from too far, don’t miss
Those my 2 rules
Might be new to you but no, I ain’t new school
Loose screws, when I was signed I was also on news too
Top store, 30 shells popped out of glock 4
When the first cocaine music, first drop shit I shot short
It never ready, just ratata, sorta of a Robert Hory
These rappers, they brought me
Don’t care when they got extorted
And I’m fortunate just to make it
From what you sell or you snorted
But these hoes who ain’t even pregnant get paid for several abortions
Thought of getting endorsement
Coppin cars I couldn’t afford
Ridin round with that strap on safety, you a target if you important
And I’m important cus I provide
If mama cryes I rather be the prime suspect than the victim of a homicide,
I’m traumatized

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Nipsey Hussle - Between Us Lyrics and Video (Ft. K Camp)

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(Hook)
Nigga I’mma live like it’s my last
Word ‘bout the bitches we done had
Baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said she wanna roll cus she see me in that Rarri
I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side
You can’t come between it, tween it
You can’t come between it
Baby I’m so focused on this cash

(Verse)
VS bands on my row
Perfected my row
Focus my mind,
Got to this dough
One of a kind
Not like what you know
True to my oath
I powder my growth
I come from the turf
I double my worth
I made some mistakes
But that’s just part of my search
I connect with my words
Right at the part where it hurts
This life is a bitch
My hand up her skirt
Had a thirst to get rich
Couple stains on my shirt
Every reason to fail
But we was makin it work
We was walkin on water
You can say it was church
All this money I’m makin
Every day I’mma splurge
Boy!

(Hook)
Nigga I’mma live like it’s my last
Word ‘bout the bitches we done had
Baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said she wanna roll cus she see me in that Rarri
I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side
You can’t come between it, tween it
You can’t come between it
Baby I’m so focused on this cash

(Verse)
Been on that clicko on kush
All yo buttons I push
We pull up in that Benz
All them pictures they took
Paparazzi gon fly
Let’s come back from the side
Ain’t no limit like Percy
But we like Jada and Pac
Let’s invest in these stocks
Let’s vacate on these yachts
Let’s go chill out in Bali
Let’s make a tape and let’s watch
Let’s by two of those watches
Let’s go do it on Kobo
Let’s fly out to Atlanta,
You played that role like ain’t a problem
I fuck wit yo style
You should be somebody stylin
Every time we have sex
We’re makin noises the loudest
Faces we’re makin
Paper I’m chasin
If I make you my girl
You ask if I could be faithful
I’m stuck to these streets
As long as there’s loot
Addicted to crime
But I’m attracted to you
Pull up in that Porsche
Then hop in that coupe
Pull off in that Benz
It’s me and that’s you uh

(Hook)
Nigga I’mma live like it’s my last
Word ‘bout the bitches we done had
Baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said she wanna roll cus she see me in that Rarri
I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side
You can’t come between it, tween it
You can’t come between it
Baby I’m so focused on this cash

(Verse)
Girl yo sex the best
Hookies on yo neck
Better wave the dress
Plus that pussy wet
Do it til you sweat
And yo hair a mess
I’m late for work
But you can care less
You been livin more
You been letting go
You been having fun
Just to let me know
But you down to ride
You down to roll
You know the game
And how it go

(Hook)
Nigga I’mma live like it’s my last
Word ‘bout the bitches we done had
Baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said she wanna roll cus she see me in that Rarri
I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side
You can’t come between it, tween it
You can’t come between it
Baby I’m so focused on this cash

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Don Trip - Mojo Jojo Lyrics and Video

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'Mojo Jojo' Lyrics - Don Trip
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(Hook x2)
Hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

(Verse)
Kick back like it’s for the long
You can’t see it but I’m connected like a corner phone
On the move like a mobile home
Still tote heavy metal like a rolling stone
Bout to hold it down and load em up
Stuff my heart back in the freezer, it ain’t cold enough
We gon get this dough and split it like a coconut
Bitch I bet I bleed the block like a open cut
The price is going up fast, hyper uppercut
Stickin to the money like it got a suction cup
Then blow to my bubble bus
And I got this bitch jumpin like double cups

(Bridge)
Go on, tell me to shout, we ain’t getting much spade
50 deep in that plug, please move out of my way
I ain’t come here to talk, please get out of my face
Baby give me my room, please don’t step on my chain

(Hook x2)
Hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

(Verse)
I think I’m the last of my species
Mr Trip, yes I’m the shit, oh I’m the shit like feces
I’m in the dirt, I need cleats
Flow double than the VC
It’s a thin line between love and wash
Shoot it in her face and then retreat
I spit dope and distribute
I still managed to avoid prison
I’m real in paper, I’m sports fiction
I’m fresh to death, call the mortician
Yo money funny, you’re so silly
I don’t know how you cope with it
I’m in that coupe, the sky’s the limit
In other words it got no ceiling

Getting money, it’s all I gotta say
I wouldn’t even rap if I wasn’t getting paid
Got bees in the trap, put em back in the safe
And it’s crossin that bitch, hopin that it don’t rain
Sorry mama, no saving me
My sack loud as this Dre beats
And I’m laid back wit today’s bitch
Getting mo head than last week

(Bridge)
Go on, tell me to shout, we ain’t getting much spade
50 deep in that plug, please move out of my way
I ain’t come here to talk, please get out of my face
Baby give me my room, please don’t step on my chain

(Hook)
Hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

Hold up…
Hold up…
Hold up…
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

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Cliff Savage - Time Shift Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
I feel like…
Well I felt like…
See I feel like…

Somebody’s watching me
Somehow it feels maliciously, nigga where is the empathy?
Loyalty and the honesty, please don’t ever promise me
It don’t get to me, far as I know it’s history
A killa at the spelling B, spelling out all our problems
When I just want some TOC, little lovin be next to me

I feel like…
Well I felt like…
See I feel like…

I’m going insane, I got bustin it out of my brain
How do you live they say in a world like this and that full of hate and pain
Look to yo left, look to yo right
Everybody does what you do, turn rappa over night
And make a mockery of artistry, kids become hard to reach
Last night I thought I couldn’t cus it’s hard to teach
But then I noticed I focused on what’s important
I probably will be better off with dancing in the open
That’s word to the bridges burned in the past
I got a pill full of water that taught me to learn fast
I was sick to my stomach when I was dealing with the assholes
Now my foot is on the gas, no Castro
Let the people know

(Hook x2)
Time shifts, lives fade
Relationships come and go like the waves
Celebrate x’in out the bullshit
Celebrate x’in out the bullshit

(Verse)
I learned a lot this past year, mastered how to conquer fear
Peers know my potential’s here, people know my time is near
I sit back and look at the game
Turn on my radio and shit sounds the same

Interrupted by that A so shit bangin for the fundamentals
Talents left under the mat, nigga nigga wanna bang fuck instrumental
You really gotta be like that? No
Wanna be? Gotta judge like that
I just wanna do right in the limelight
Now life on, everything is alright
Yo eyes, yo ears, listen close
To me this ain’t a game or a joke, I’m takin action
I need for yall to quit fuckin with my passion
I’m like Floyd in this bitch, I’m Everlastin

Trained not to lose, it’s only a perception
Try reachin for a W so that you won’t regret shit
I walk a thin line, keep a small circle
Cus you never know what someone really got up in they journal
Plans of mass destruction, aim to bring yo whole camp down
That’s why I watch these motherfuckas in the background
I move quick, slick so you won’t see shit
Except progression, keep it real, I don’t need scripts
Cus when that…

(Hook x2)
Time shifts, lives fade
Relationships come and go like the waves
Celebrate x’in out the bullshit
Celebrate x’in out the bullshit

It’s Cliff Savage
Time Shift
Lives fade
And always remember that time waits for no one

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Calikidd - Coolin Lyrics and Video (Ft. Ben J)

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(Hook x2)
I smoke good, I eat good (I’m coolin)
I jumped up in the hood (I’m coolin)
I wish a bitch nigga would (I’m coolin)
If you ain’t getting money like me I keep it movin

(Verse)
Two twisting of that metal, EST
One time for them niggas, they don’t know me
I got a white bitch, yea that’s my Shawty
And I pop champagne, I don’t pop molly
You don’t like Calikidd, goddamn, golly
Nigga last time I checked you ain’t even know me
You ain’t never met me, got the nerve to press me
You should do yo research before you step to a G
And I put that on mine, I be bangin yo girl while you bangin her line
That’s my side chick, my main chick is a dime
Pair or not I seen em both at the club last time
But I’m coolin

(Hook x2)
I smoke good, I eat good (I’m coolin)
I jumped up in the hood (I’m coolin)
I wish a bitch nigga would (I’m coolin)
If you ain’t getting money like me I keep it movin

(Verse)
Give me something newer, gotta meet my jeweler
Don’t fuck with losers, only ride with the troopers
Coolin like a cooler, the rule of half oda
Only smoke kush and yo pack smoke dildos
Catch at the pie with some ass and got the axe
Write them raps, comin up
We’re done planning to get this cash
Wish a bitch nigga would, take him to the woods
No I ain’t all done, but I wish you nigga would

(Hook x2)
I smoke good, I eat good (I’m coolin)
I jumped up in the hood (I’m coolin)
I wish a bitch nigga would (I’m coolin)
If you ain’t getting money like me I keep it movin

(Verse)
Getting cash, wastin gas, drama hit a hill
Got my niggas rollin like we all off a pill
And all my niggas thirsty for tip drill
Do it for the realest in the game and I bet she will
Fast life, no brakes, ain’t lettin’ off a little
In the club buyin’ bottles, I just let the shit spill
Spendin’ all the stacks, gratitude plus tax
Young rich niggas, we don’t know how to act
Ah Lawd I gotta stunt
Tell the valet leave the car out front
I’m bout to walk through, get cash and roll a blunt
And I ain’t got time to be putting on a front
Nigga I’m coolin, the blogs call that bootleggin
But nigga I’m cruising like Eazy E
Two twisting of the metal, we EST
One time for them niggas, they don’t know me
Coolin

(Hook x4)
I smoke good, I eat good (I’m coolin)
I jumped up in the hood (I’m coolin)
I wish a bitch nigga would (I’m coolin)
If you ain’t getting money like me I keep it movin

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OJ Da Juiceman - Mathematics Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
In the trap, back at it
All in know is mathematics
Man that clean fish scale
Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level

(Verse)
Hater get on my level, bricks come in on schedule
Dancing with the devil ever since I was in Pampers
Georgia Baptist born but I was raised in East Atlanta
Zone 6 nigga, still trappin with them blammers
Out here servin their Diana, got keys just like pianos
In the kitchen cookin hammer, make a hater turn the channel
Mississippi mud but my name at David Banner
In it for a bag, you can keep the fame and glamour
Run bricks like Deon Saunders
My name ain’t left the slammer
32 ENT and the feds wanna ban us
Born in the trap but they just don’t understand us
Grew up with the boys but half on jealous

(Hook)
In the trap, back at it
All in know is mathematics
Man that clean fish scale
Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level

(Verse)
Swear I’m team rich, we’re not cookin fish
Catch me in the kitchen, nigga I can serve a dish
Plug turned to raw, Chris Paul I assist
Slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist
Posted in the trap, in the yard there’s a fish
Say I got it funk rap, nah nigga it were bricks
Cus Jay love the rocks and the nigga love to sniff
Smoking up the gas, like to sip, we call it piff
Feelin like Tony, got my name on the blim
Shout out to Memphis, got Young Juiceman feel like pimps
Caught me slippin once, got Young Juiceman with a limp
100 rack dom, 20 bands for the rims

(Hook)
In the trap, back at it
All in know is mathematics
Man that clean fish scale
Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level

(Verse)
Shouts out to my baby, Chloe
Yeah, that’s my homie
Nigga, run up on it
His family be lonely
I’m a act a donkey
Banana with the monkey
In a stolen car but I’m ridin with a jacket
Niggas on like the hockey,
With some military functions
Going up bout mine, I ain’t dyin bout no fuck shit
Grab the sniper and say fuck it
Go in, steal a bucket
Then go extend the band, in and out that fuck shit
These choppas you can’t duck it
You better not try to twerk it
You ain’t Ussain Bolt so you better not buggy
I’mma keep it real, I’m that nigga not to fuck wit
Punch yo head like a brick or yo body, get it busted

(Hook)
In the trap, back at it
All in know is mathematics
Man that clean fish scale
Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level

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Eric Bellinger - My Queen Lyrics and Video

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'My Queen' Lyrics - Eric Bellinger
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(Chorus)
Ah yea
There she go, there she go
There she go, yea
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen, yea
That’s just my queen, oh yea
Since she hold it down she eatin
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen
And she’s runnin over her, and she’s runnin over there
But she ain’t goin nowhere, nowhere
Cus I’m her king
Yea, that’s just my queen
Yea, that’s just my queen
She different like she rollin, she rollin

(Verse)
And she ain’t with me for the chedda, chedda
Not cool, she make me better, better
I’m still ahead ever since we’ve been together, gether
Even when I’m on my grind
Swear that 100 be on my mind, it’s her

(Pre-Chorus)
Makes no sense to me that I don’t be by my side
What’s the point of lovin if my queen ain’t in my ride
Reaching for the wheel, and hoping to close the deal and
Lookin like a boss, in the kitchen cookin meals up

(Chorus)
That’s my baby
Ah yea
There she go, there she go
There she go, yea
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen, yea
That’s just my queen, oh yea
Since she hold it down she eatin
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen
And she’s runnin over her, and she’s runnin over there
But she ain’t goin nowhere, nowhere
Cus I’m her king
Yea, that’s just my queen
Yea, that’s just my queen
She different like she rollin, she rollin

(Verse)
Pretty little girl’s a heartbreaker
But she know how to turn up
Especially when the lights off… we do our thang
That’s why she my queen
I swear she worth more than treasure
And she’d do whatever

(Pre-Chorus)
Makes no sense to me that I don’t be by my side
What’s the point of lovin if my queen ain’t in my ride
Reaching for the wheel, and hoping to close the deal and
Lookin like a boss, in the kitchen cookin meals up

(Chorus)
That’s my baby
Ah yea
There she go, there she go
There she go, yea
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen, yea
That’s just my queen, oh yea
Since she hold it down she eatin
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen
And she’s runnin over her, and she’s runnin over there
But she ain’t goin nowhere, nowhere
Cus I’m her king
Yea, that’s just my queen
Yea, that’s just my queen
She different like she rollin, she rollin

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Pitbull - Dark Horse (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Katy Perry & Juicy J)

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I knew you were
You were gonna come to me
And here you are,
But you better choose carefully
Cause I-I-I-I'm capable of anything
Of anything, and everything
Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your ONE & ONLY
But don't make me your enemy
Your enemy
Your enemy

So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you're falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
Cause I'm coming at you like a DARK HORSE
Are you ready for? ready for?
A perfect storm? perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back!! hey! Hey! Hey!

Mark my words
This love will make you levitate
Like a bird, like a bird without a cage
We're DOWN TO EARTH,
If you choose to walk away
Don't walk away.
It's in the palm of your hand now baby
It's a yes or a no?
No maybe, so just be sure
Before you give it up to me
Up to me, give it up to me

So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you're falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
Cause I'm coming at you like a DARK HORSE
Are you ready for? ready for?
A perfect storm? perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back!! hey! Hey! Hey!

[Pitbul verse:]
I'm an outcast, I got THAT!
So the player list the Cadillac music,
and that's just a start
MY LIFE, I took it from the back to the front, Rosa park
Who cares what they blink or they bought
Who cares what they think or they thought
Baby, we can do it in the car
In the kitchen, on the floor
In the middle of the park - I'm here to play
With a little ding
I pump blood through your veins, your heart
And all these packs of lil players acting like they can hate
But they can not,
CAN'T WON'T DON'T NEVER
WILL YOU KEEP REAL?
ONE, TWO, THREE
FOUR TIMES,
CYPRESS HILL
Hey Ms. Perry,
Looking fine with your fine self
Want a little bit of magic?
I'm Maverick top gun
If you lookin' and you look no further, you got one!
He! I got 'em confused
Is he Hispanic? or is he Caucasian?!
No worry about where I'm from,
Just know one thing: I'M AMAZING!

So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you're falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
Cause I'm coming at you like a DARK HORSE
Are you ready for? ready for?
A perfect storm? perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back!! hey! Hey! Hey!

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