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Mind on money with the money on me
Maybach friend ain’t friend on me
With the hoes on … we ain’t running out …
Nigga you know what it is nigga you know what it mean
Do I love her, do I love her ? Nigga you know what I thak
pouring purple in the spot nigga you know what I drink
now I’m playing with the … what a stupid nigga think
homie I be getting cash all night,
bet a nigga here let me smash all night
I just pray to god that it last all night
she a 5 in the face but her ass alright
so the ass on tight, I rub it, I get it, I touch it I hate it
I’m fucking you fucking well fuck it, let’s get it
let me get the bizness and that’s what she did it
like she wasn’t get it, admitted it she love me,
I told you’re stupid, and then she asked why,
and she told me it’s cupid…
I’m sipping on liquor she smoking on weed
I’m stuck in the throat she choking on me
Cause we about to blow niggas pop

Say don’t matter where my 6′s are
I’m on where my niggas are
Give you fucking yeah my niggas on
Rock your body, yes my niggas on…
You know all my niggas on, my niggas on
You know all my niggas on

I need a bitch that’s famous
And a girl that’s right
And a hoe that’s all in
Plus … and I hear she…if the bitch need a pilot
I ride like I was out of sight, the sky, but I’m high, I’m drunk
I’m mister puff the lot, but I’m fly as fuck
these hoes they love the guy
… she full of shit, I’ll try to pull that shit, sounds like a broad on fire
I’ll put that bitch out, cause I don’t need no bad bitch trying to lie to me
I live on a plane and I promise this shit nigga
Ain’t no chick gonna fly for free
Why? Eyes can see, a mad guy nigga on that shit like a mad fly nigga
Money ass long like a flat line nigga
Now I’m in the bitch bag like that’s my nigga, whoa
Sipping Baccardi cause I party
Now I got these bitches … like a yardi on my lardi, whoa

Say don’t matter where my 6′s are
I’m on where my niggas are
Give you fucking yeah my niggas on
Rock your body, yes my niggas on…
You know all my niggas on, my niggas on
You know all my niggas on

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konichiwa bitches from beijing to saigon
beijing to saigon, beijing to saigon
konichiwa bitches from beijing to saigon
beijing to saigon, beijing to saigon

[verse 1]
say konichiwa umm, all you niggas know who i am
i rock diamond wooden ? threw some pieces on my timing
i’m in everything that’s fresh and fantastic, yes it gets spastic
and all my measures is drastic like rocking leather in afri- ca
ha, i’m laughing at you dumbass niggas
bitch, hiking ass gotta give you thumb ass niggas
i aint throw it away, i’m no bum-ass nigga
give me jordans and j’s, just a young ass nigga
i wear levis that be hot as the streets out in hialeah
i’m watching eli in the hummer, i’m screaming “andele e.i”
it’s funny i got your honey, told her welcome to the beehive
i can see why, i can be why the reason you niggas hate
i’m a grinder, that’s just a reminder
you can look around for your girl, you won’t find her
telling me to chill, i don’t really have the time to
ohhh where your girl from? uh, japan or china
and i’m just

[hook]
konichiwa bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
konichiwa bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
(we don’t talk no more, we make statements)
konichiwa bitches
konichiwa bitches

konichiwa bitches from beijing to saigon
beijing to saigon, beijing to saigon
konichiwa bitches from beijing to saigon
beijing to saigon, beijing to saigon

[verse 2]
say konichiwale, uchi wale, uzzi bang bang
mami from japan, and probably on your rang-a-lang
and you niggas won’t bang-a-thing
i’m wally? wipe your gang-and-them
so if you haters hate me you can lollipop my gang-i-lang
i’m banging like the motherflucking bass up on the treble
i swear i eat these beats and i can taste the instrumental
your girl says i’m running through the mazes of her mental
she give me brain she don’t wanna keep the taste up in her dental
man i know chicks, i got more chicks
i got fast chicks, i got slow chicks
i know flexible chicks that can do gymnastics and aerobics
i know that chick, i know your chick
and i do my singing for chicks
i know more tricks than a magician who know tricks
she say ‘oh shit’, cuz i better get her wetter than the ocean
if you say no to lanez then p-ssy nigga you don’t know shit
i’m so dope that you can smoke this out in alleyways and porches
i be balling like i’m bowling, but hit strike like it’s a protest in the poaches
swavey

[hook]

[verse 3]
uh, last verse but the nigga back first
with a billi and a milli and i’m really back for firmly rappers, or silly actors
and i’m going for a bong and i’m on a ladder
and i got a couple women that be living in my city and they can’t talk with me unless they really looking pretty
and the niggas call their phone cuz they really is pity cuz they really give me dome in a tele in a tele
and i’m getting in their belly, really getting ready
hot like a chilli pepper sitting in the middle of a dessert
i’ma give ya’ll what ya bitches de-nali?
and i be getting blown out when i’m sipping cavalli
i keep it dirty like bad black chick in an alley
but i be clean like a wiped white chick in a valley
i got a girl in miami, a chick up in cali
i do bitch hoes i should be rowdy
wait, hold the phone, i’m on the phone
the young soldier, the boy known to hold his own
i make an atlanta bitch give me georgia dome
and if i ever am rich i am more than known
the type of balling you gotta put jordan on
and no, this alcohol got me more than gone
and if you aint heard i’m balling then your source is wrong
and i’ve been looking for a grill like a scorching own
escort your own to the porsche owned
and i run this shit like a course baton
my bag is louis and of course vuitton
in the air nigga and i aint got my forces on
i eat rappers and get a full coursing on
lame, yall niggas get a full torching on
and if you aint doing right then of course it’s wrong
but ima kill them dr. kevorkian
konichiwa bitches
swavey

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HNHH Cypher : DJ Ill Will

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(Kid Ink)

I said its kid ink baby
turn to the max like tj
body tagged up like the bottom of the free way
game don’t like it niggas need to get a key made
run this shit it aint nothing but a relay
it ain’t nothing you can tell us
bout to roll up kush sticky like elmer’s
this ain’t no how i act like summa
going head up with me bring a motherfuckin helmet
you niggas just special ed
all i see is green but my eyes so red
and all i do is win got a room full of clouds
bout to take another shot but I’m used to the fouls
i ball it
you could take 2 to the mouth its illumni
throw it up 2 to the south
tell them deuces
just put 2 in the air
so sick said it must be the flu in the air
if you do it big then i prolly did it od
thought it was a dream but i aint never get no sleep
up all night gettin higher then the nose bleed
swear i was raised by beats like moblique
came from the bottom
rats in the roaches
now niggas blunts aint as fat as my roaches
bout to go HAM, ya n-ggas just kosher
I’ma shark in the water, see the fin then its over

(Meek Mill)

They were sleeping on me
Time for me to wake them up
Counting all these fucking babies
till I get a paper cut
kill the competition
now ? then I make them up
Only time we Black and Yellow
when the caution tape is up
ha, that record dead
memory of
spitting that crack
this really is drugs
theres hate in the air
I ain’t feeling the love
you like an irritating fly
I’m killing your buzzzzz
I’m eating the beat
this is pacman
I’m on the grind
like a motherfucking lap dance
shorty gonn’ do whatever
says shes a rap fan
Every nigga round me
Robin, Batman
All black coupes
All black wheels
step out the line
ima show you how that mac feel
I’m like she ? in the corner of that backfield
? or get your motherfucking cap pilled?
rolling and then swerving and ? through ur neighborhood
let my money do the talking
I aint gotta say Im good
Who is that
I ain’t gotta say I would
riding like an engine bitch
I ain’t gotta say I’m hood
I tell a hoe to follow me
and swallow me
I be spending money
like I fucking hit the lottery
If I ever hit your girl
then this is my apology
These suckas they be tripping
bout these bitches trynna body me

(Los)

I’m about to go over round my arm
lean a way that I could feel it now
tali round my head
Taliban knock the building down
High cock blocker
I’m a fly top shotter
In my all red rims
like a high top Prada
on my mommas mouth to the drama
and lies would be gripping from my lips
as I’m spitting that shit that Osama be gripping
hungry as a poverty stricken
robbery victim
where the rascals of waffles and chickens
win the lottery ticket
And your girl let me pop it in real life
I beat it like they locked me in a room
with the doctor that killed Mike
I feel like, put me in a field let the field lights
shine on the field now watch me kill all the field mice
I’m anthrax you tampax
I’m about to go Amtrax
Jack Black black Jack
got the track saran wrap
stand back I’m slamming an antagonist
slapping you faggots putting the can in a bandwagon
swag of the century, mack and the bench of three
I hear it was nothing trying to crack it eventually
rappers they mention me
boy I put this on my mother
you’ll end up interscope
Im jus trynna warner brother
still getting cheescake on these dummies
deal or no deal i got a briefcase full of money
Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this shit
and its T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this bitch

(Tory Lanez)

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