Hopsin – Picasso Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Hollywood, Hollywood, oh, how I fuckin’ love you
I cannot seem to breakthrough from this curse that I’ve been stuck to
I came in as a lil’ man, but now my fuckin’ nuts grew
Today’s the days our ties are finally cut loose, fuck you
Uh-oh, it’s my triflin’ ass
Pullin’ up like, “Hi guys, I’m back”
Goddamn, nigga, I’m so up that I can’t get down, gotta skydive from that (Yikes)
Won’t see the day I might relax, I ain’t never been a nice guy, in fact
Y’all wishin’ I would try nicer raps
Sorry, I ain’t got the right mind for that (Uh-uh)
Look how cold he is, pimpin’ just like H-O-V is
Y’all are Beyoncé and my rhymes stay inappropriate
This is just how my show begins
If you hatin’, come blow me then
Fuck you, here’s some petroleum
Give me my clout, you owe me it (Yeah)
Whoa!
Niggas better duck and run for cover like it’s fuckin’ Iraq (Stay down, nigga)
I’m pullin’ a nigga from your ass, you ain’t even die yet (Oh no)
I’ve been headin’ up the ladder longer, never was a time I hit the climax (Yikes)
Your career’s goin’ bye-bye, it’s ironic you don’t got a bypass (Yeah)
Niggas know that I’ve been ill, man, the whole time that I’ve been here
I done made a fortune like ten mil’ from the paper lines that my pen fills
And if I don’t spend it, my kids will
I’m low key, but a big deal
Hoes see me and they freeze up
That’s why they all on my dick still

[Pre-Chorus]
They tell me I’m too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like, “Remember me from high school?” Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin’ niggas with the hot flow
Y’all ain’t got a fuckin’ thing on Hop
Whoa!

[Chorus]
Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
‘Cause I ain’t liable for no nigga (Nope)
I’m fuckin’ hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso (Mhm)

[Verse 2]
I’ve been told the new game plan’s to make bullshit for the new wave’s fans
And you can’t populate unless you take xans and flex on the ‘Gram like you do make bands
What?! (Oh no)
They like, “Fuck boom bap rap, you can’t win
Save that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan”
That’s when I bust in like the Kool-Aid man (Yeah!)
Look, I ain’t the nigga who pullin’ up tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (Nah)
I’m here to rain on parades, my sinister ways to fuck up the rodeo
I do my shows and hoes be losin’ control like I was the Holy Ghost (Stop)
When I deliver the penis it lies in the mouth, she call it Pinocchio
Mmm, man, who want war with me?
Bitch, I torture beats
I’ve been born to beast
Still I abort MCs
Oh, so horribly
Dog, your corpse’ll be
Right on the floor with these
Feet that I’ll stomp you out with
This my house, bitch, and you can’t afford the lease (Watch out)
Whoa!
Fuck all that Hollywood shit
Over half of you not even lit that be riding my dick
I got no problem with this
I come through and your body get slit
I could hardly resist
Nigga, my hobby is pissin’ on anyone I can offend
I got no friends
Whoever thinkin’ they hot, go and tell ’em, nobody’s convinced (Hmm)

[Pre-Chorus]
They tell me I’m too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like, “Remember me from high school?” Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin’ niggas with the hot flow
Y’all ain’t got a fuckin’ thing on Hop
Whoa!

[Chorus]
Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
‘Cause I ain’t liable for no nigga (Nope)
I’m fuckin’ hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso

[Chorus]
Rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
‘Cause I ain’t liable for no nigga (Nope)
I’m fuckin’ hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso

Kanye West – I Thought About Killing You Lyrics

[Intro: Francis and the Lights & Kanye West]
I know, I know, I know, I know, know
I know, I know, I know, I know, know
I, I know it, I know it

[Spoken Word: Kanye West]
The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest
Today I seriously thought about killing you
I contemplated, premeditated murder
And I think about killing myself, and I love myself way more than I love you, so…
Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder
You’d only care enough to kill somebody you love
The most beautiful thoughts are always inside the darkest
(Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm)
Just say it out loud to see how it feels
People say “don’t say this, don’t say that”
Just say it out loud, just to see how it feels
Weigh all the options, nothing’s off the table
Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder
I think about killing myself, and I, I love myself way more than I love you
The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest
(Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm)
I think this is the part where I’m supposed to say something good to compensate it so it doesn’t come off bad
But sometimes I think really bad things
Really, really, really bad things
And I love myself way more than I love you
See, if I was trying to relate it to more people
I’d probably say I’m struggling with loving myself because that seems like a common theme
But that’s not the case here
I love myself way more than I love you
And I think about killing myself
So, best believe, I thought about killing you today
Premeditated murder

[Verse: Kanye West]
I called up my loved ones, I called up my cousins
I called up the Muslims, said I’m ’bout to go dumb
Get so bright, it’s no sun, get so loud, I hear none
Screamed so loud, got no lungs, hurt so bad, I go numb
Time to bring in the drums, that prrt-pu-pu-pum
Set the NewTone on ’em, set the nuke off on ’em
I need coke with no rum, I taste coke on her tongue
I don’t joke with no one, they’ll say he die so young
I done had a bad case of too many bad days
Got too many bad traits, used the floor for ashtrays
I don’t do shit halfway, I’ma clear the cache
I’ma make my name last, put that on my last name
It’s a different type of rules that we obey
Ye, Ye, Ye season, nigga, we Old Bay
We was all born to die, nigga DOA
Niggas say they hero, mhm, I don’t see no cape
Mhm, I don’t see no, mhm, yeah, I don’t see no, mhm, mhm
If I wasn’t shining so hard, wouldn’t be no shade
Buckwheat ass nigga, it’s ‘gon be otay
Young nigga shit, nigga, we don’t age
I thought I was past my Deebo ways
Even when I went broke, I ain’t break
How you gon’ hate? Nigga, we go way back
To when I had the braids and you had the wave cap
Drop a pimp of the fade and I’m on my way ASAP
Don’t get socked in the mouth, you know homie don’t play that
Pay the fire marshal bill ’cause this shit done got way packed
They wanna see me go ape (ape, ape)
All you gotta do is speak on Ye
All you gotta do is speak on Ye
Don’t get your tooth chipped like Frito-Lay

Kanye West – Premeditated Murder lyrics

[Intro: Francis and the Lights & Kanye West]
I know, I know, I know, I know, know
I know, I know, I know, I know, know
I, I know it, I know it

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest
Today I seriously thought about killing you
I contemplated, premeditated murder
And I think about killing myself, and I love myself way more than I love you, so…
Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder
You’d only care enough to kill somebody you love
The most beautiful thoughts are always inside the darkest
Just say it out loud to see how it feels
People say don’t say this, don’t say that
Just say it out loud to see how it feels
Weigh all the options, nothing’s off the table
Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder
And I think about killing myself, and I love myself way more than I love you, so
The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest
I think this is the part where I’m supposed to say something good to compensate it
So it doesn’t come off bad
But sometimes I think really bad things
Really, really, really bad things
And I love myself way more than I love you
See if I was trying to relate it to more people
I’d probably say I’m struggling with loving myself because that seems like a common theme
But that’s not the case here
I love myself way more than I love you
And I think about killing myself
So best believe, I thought about killing you today
Premeditated murder

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I called up my loved ones, I called up my cousins
I called up the muslims, said I’m ’bout to go dumb
Get so bright it’s no sun, get so loud I hear none
Screamed so loud got no lungs, hurt so bad I go numb
Time to bring in the drums, that prrt-pum-pum-pum
Set the Newtone on ’em, set the nuke off on ’em
I need coconut rum, I taste coke on her tongue
I don’t joke with no one, they’ll say he died so young
I done had a bad case of too many bad days
Got too many bad traits
Used the floor for ashtrays
I don’t do shit halfway, I’ma clear the cache
I’ma make my name last, put that on my last name
It’s a different type of rules that we obey
Ye, Ye, Ye season, nigga, we obey
We was all born to die, nigga DOA
Niggas say they hero, mhm, I don’t see no cake
Mhm, I don’t see no, mhm, yeah, I don’t see no, mhm
If I wasn’t signed to so hard there’d be no Shay
Buckwheat ass nigga, it’s ‘gon be otay
Young nigga shit, nigga, we don’t age
I thought I was past my Deebo ways
Even when I went broke, I ain’t break
How you gon’ hate? Nigga, we go way back
To when I had the braids and you had the wave cap
Drop a pimp of the fade and I’m on my way ASAP
Don’t get socked in the mouth, you know homie don’t play that
Pay the fire marshal bill ’cause this shit done got way packed
They wanna see me go ape (ape, ape)
All you gotta do is speak on Ye
All you gotta do is speak on Ye
Don’t get your tooth chipped like Frito-Lay

Lil Pump – Whitney lyrics

(feat. Chief Keef)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Hop in a foreign and step on it
Sippin’ on good drank, and I got a loaf on
Cops pull me over right now they gon’ lock me up
‘Cause I got all this smoke on me
And I’m so mothafuckin’ inked
Lookin’ like the tattoo man just wrote on me
In the all white P1 lookin’ like I got a whole bunch of coke on me
Slide down, ride down, I’m the king, bow down
One day smoke a half pound, milkin’ up, cash cow
I’m very important, me and my gang don’t do pat downs
I bet I fucked yo’ bitch, told foenem put the racks out
You know me and gang goin’ for the slide
The shit we on finna fly
Yo bitch pointin’ up to the sky
She know I got them mob ties
Hammer ridin’ ’round with the grass
Hammer ridin’ ’round with the cash
Shooters on your ass, ASAP

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Damn, Gucci Gang on top
Damn, yo’ bitch gave me top
Damn, I just gave that bitch some dick and took her to the block
Damn, pull up, drop top ‘Rari
Ooh, my bitch off a molly
Ooh, I just gave that bitch some perc and now she actin’ thottie
Ooh, ten bands on my neck
Ooh, I just love to flex
Yeah, off four xans Rick Rubin on a jet, wrists so cold, wrists so wet
Lil Pump do be runnin’ that check
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet
Lil Pump do be runnin’ that check
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop

Preme – Frostbite (feat. Offset) lyrics

[Intro: Preme]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, okay

[Verse 1: Preme]
Everybody in my hood know me (know me)
The city treat me just like Tony (they do)
Montana, I ain’t got madness (no)
Skating with the stick, no goalie (woo)
Droptop on my ‘rari (‘rari)
My ex-girl say sorry (sorry)
My new girl on molly (molly)
She look like a Barbie (Barbie)

[Chorus: Preme & Offset]
IPhone (phone), trap phone (phone)
You a clone (clone), get your own (woah)
Six side (side) for life (life)
Wrist froze (woo), frostbite (woo, hey)
Adderall, bite down (Acts)
Drop a whole pound on the greyhound (pound)
You better call your wife now (brrrr)
Got her at the bando gettin’ piped down (smash)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)
I need that right now (now)
ASAP, right now (now)
Shawty, iced out (ice)
I’m up right now (woah)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Flex, skrrt, skrrt, niggas ain’t keepin’ up (skrrt, skrrt)
Pullin’ up with choppers and the windows up (brrp, brrp)
Get you knocked off with a arm up (ugh)
I do not be talkin’, they gon’ bomb rush (shush)
You not really poppin’, get your crumbs up (crumbs up)
Yeah, we had to fall just to come up (fall)
Smokin’ on cookie, smellin’ like fungus (ooh)
Gettin’ the popm eatin’ it like a nunchuck (beat it)
Real niggas, no fuck shit among us (real)
The bags so big, got enourmous (bags)
Still 3 deep on the tour bus (gang)
Race to the check, took a shortcut (ugh)
I got it, you hate it
No neighbors, my houses is gated
Your career deflated (pitiful)
This is not Mike but I made it (I made it)
I’m from the north, not the Decatur (north)

[Chorus: Preme & Offset]
IPhone (phone), trap phone (phone)
You a clone (clone), get your own (woah)
Nawf side (nawf) for life (life)
Wrist froze (woo), frostbite (woo, hey)
Adderall, bite down (Acts)
Drop a whole pound on the greyhound (pound)
You better call your wife now (brrrr)
Got her at the bando gettin’ piped down (smash)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)
I need that right now (now)
ASAP, right now (now)
Shawty, iced out (ice)
I’m up right now (woah)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 3: Preme]
Baby, just come through (bad)
I know that you with it (know it)
I know that you with it
You fuck with a baller (ball)
I know that you get it (get it)
I know that you get it (get it)
But out for some days now (yeah)
She wanna ride on the wave now (wave)
She know a nigga don’t play round (no)
I treat that Porsche like a playground (skrrt, skrrt)
I feel like I’m fresh out the slammer (slammer)
Rockin’ designer like panda (panda)
She wanna fuck on the camera (camera)
I treat my bitch like she Pamela (Pamela)
Comtemplate
Half of my niggas is gone away (yeah)
That make it hard just to concentrate (woo)
With my niggas is bombs away

[Chorus: Preme & Offset]
IPhone (phone), trap phone (phone)
You a clone (clone), get your own (woah)
Six side (side) for life (life)
Wrist froze (woo), frostbite (woo, hey)
Adderall, bite down (Acts)
Drop a whole pound on the greyhound (pound)
You better call your wife now (brrrr)
Got her at the bando gettin’ piped down (smash)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)
I need that right now (now)
ASAP, right now (now)
Shawty, iced out (ice)
I’m up right now (woah)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Ayo, Preme, it’s DJ Khaled
The streets embrace you
I see you, we see you
Notice how I said we
We proud
Reps up, bless up
It’s your time, right now
(Another one)

BROCKHAMPTON – DIRT lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
South side brought the wave back
Hair nappy need a wave cap
Same state where Trae at
This the reason for the mothafuckin ASAP
That’s MOB nigga
Why ya all dressed up why ya teeth messed up why ya look so lost nigga
Don’t get it twisted down in the dirty south all we do is floss nigga
That shit late
Boss nigga
That one me
Ain’t got time can’t no nigga take mine
Our shit yall shit lose it no way
I’m off it, I’m off it
I’m off and dreamin bout it
I’m nauseous, I’m nauseous
It hurts to think about it ahhh

[Pre-Hook: JOBA & (Kevin Abstract)]
I’ve been riding ’round with my people (dirty south)
And I always put it down for my people (dirty south)
She ain’t ever caught them southern feels (dirty south)
But she gon catch them southern feels (dirty south)

[Hook: JOBA & Kevin Abstract]
‘Cause I get it while it’s hot
I get it non stop as I watch that body rock
Swanging through town, banging through town
Let me slow it down as I get my money right
Got this ice on my wrist, candy painted Lexus
Finna’ hit a lick with my squad
Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff
Take a puff, get buck, feel the southern love

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
Scumbag from the Lone Star state
Come around here, you could be the next nigga on the first 48
Niggas run around with a snub 38
You gotta hold it down and protect your 28s
Because since 18 a nigga had a dream
Of that thang on the spokes
I got my mouth froze
Got them thangs for the low
Who the fuck spoke?
Don’t mind my southern drawl
I got a pocket full of stones for all of y’all
If he up, then watch him ball
Plot to make these niggas fall
Shoot through walls
Take their money and their Ki’s
And don’t come back without it all
Screaming fuck ’em and we ball

[Pre-Hook: JOBA & (Kevin Abstract)]
I’ve been riding ’round with my people (dirty south)
And I always put it down for my people (dirty south)
She ain’t ever caught them southern feels (dirty south)
But she gon catch them southern feels (dirty south)

[Hook: JOBA & Kevin Abstract]
‘Cause I get it while it’s hot
I get it non stop as I watch that body rock
Swanging through town, banging through town
Let me slow it down as I get my money right
Got this ice on my wrist, candy painted Lexus
Finna’ hit a lick with my squad
Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff
Take a puff, get buck, feel the southern love

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
Sock tan, pack of ports
Dirty bitch, might double cup her
Smokin gas on the porch
Guess you could say I’m burnin rubber
Head is good, so I learn to love her
My dogs talk in numbers
My iPhones got iPhones so all my friends can talk to me
My flip phone even switch lanes
My bitch got that lipstick
Like candy paint, lick it off
Fuck me, then piss me off
Alexis, get my ren on
Alexis, get my ren on
Curve me, curve me
Bitch don’t hit my phone, cuz

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
Heard everything’s supposed to be different round here
Gotta make sense of shit round here
It’s like everybody wanna hit a lick round here
Guess I gotta stop giving shits round here
Been looking for a sign or some shit round here
Grind hard just to get a fuckin grip round here
We don’t sit round here
Big shit round here
You a target if you don’t fuckin fit round here
Better charge it to the game nigga
We all going insane better find a fuckin lane
Doing digits in a range nigga
No guts no gain
No pain no fame
We are not one in the same nigga
I could change your whole life
We don’t need no hype
Just to get shit lit for the night
We could set it off on a fuck nigga on sight

[Bridge: Rodney Tenor]
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my

[Verse 5: Merlyn Wood]
Pushing weight
Got to educate
Niggas smoking on my scholarship
That’s a win win
Allowances off these college kids
BROCKHAMPTON thicker than the wayans man
I’m an asshole
Run up in su casa and dun dun dun dun da da dun dun
They deported my uncle
Cause he ain’t got the papers to prove it
Mama sent me to that white school (Not black!)
Prove I could speak like them white kids
Act like them white kids
Smoke like them white kids
Fuck that!
I’m the all black Johnny Cash

G Herbo – My Way Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh huh
Aye
Damn, hol’ on
What the fuck? Who the fuck is this?
Hol’ on
Aye
Aye

[Verse 1]
IPhone goin’ off
Press decline, hit the power button just to throw it off
Annoyin’ ass lil’ bitch keep texting me
I hate a know-it-all
I hit bitches ASAP on the first night I don’t know at all
And if you think this shit got them sick, wait ’til I show it all
50K, I put that on my wrist, ain’t have no glow at all
Plain Jane, sky dweller
Get that money now or never
Got that chick, you know I’m gangster
What I do? Go buy a bezel
And I’m out here by my lonely
One up on me, niggas can’t get one up on me
Run up on me, ain’t gotta cock it, one up on me
Get a little cocky, big bro told me, nigga, you chosen
Bad enough I say “I’m broke”, everybody be like “Nigga you hoeing”
I can’t lie, I’m holdin’
I can’t fold it, rubber band to hold it
Now I’m out in [La Postolle?] rollin’, in my flipflops strollin’
Still got paranoia, I’m off [?] lookin’ off my shoulder
Book me for a show, I ain’t gon’ go unless you get my pole in

[Chorus]
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
Gettin’ money
This that Palm Angels
This a hurdle
Issa 30
It’s Lil Herbo
Two door, swervin’
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
And I have my way
Yeah, I have my way

[Verse 2]
Aye, bitch I have my way
Yeah I drive i8s
And I’m still [?]
Still’ll take fly on the jakes
Let a fuck nigga try and invade my home
Chopper shell right in the face
I secure my chain like a iPhone
Fingerprint right on the safe
Got girl scouts straight from the bay
Gucci shirt came from the A
Used to sip lean by the case
Thought it make the pain go away
I was high, fuck around, caught a case
Then them fights ain’t still go away
So far I gave my lawyer 8K, but that shit I make that rain in a day
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
I bought all of that Balmain, this that Palm Angels
She got all of that [?], swallow all I came
These hoes be actin’ like they thang but they all basic

[Chorus]
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
Gettin’ money
This that Palm Angels
This a hurdle
Issa 30
It’s Lil Herbo
Two door, swervin’
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
And I have my way
Yeah, I have my way

Macklemore – Zara lyrics

I know you’re troubled, girl, I seen you on Tumblr
February, dressing like a summer girl
Mini skirt on, no underwear
I wanna take you shopping, blow a bag of Prada
She say those clothes expensive, so we end up in Zara
Late night hit the city and we go out to Target
Like why we go to Target? This electric wheelchair’s poppin’
You read bell hooks and [?]
You make me quesadillas when I’m stressed
And be like, “Boy, you better clean up the mess
And take out the trash before you come back”
Stay in, amen, don’t fall asleep till the AM
Wake up in the morning in the prayers
Sunlight made its way in, gave me angels
And I hold ’em, paint a mural so golden
And my girl, she sweet as hell, but we’ll have a world star moment
Like I brought this bitch up, yes, you will, my darling
Type of girl fight for the family and jump in if there’s a problem
But not today, the ocean waves
I can’t complain, I hold her waist
My only ace until we’re old and gray
See, thats my baby

[Chorus: Abir]
Wave after wave, yeah
We’re catching the vibe, yeah, feeling alive, yeah
Ten out of ten, I know you down to ride, yeah
Always by my side, yeah
My baby, know I know had to hold you down for sure
You the only one, you the only one, yeah
You the only one, you the only one in my life
You the only one, you the only one, yeah
You the only one, you the only one in my life

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
And if you feel some type of way, then just say that, say that
I’m on my way to make it back, talking ASAP
And we can do all types of things in this Maybach
Kick off your shoes, relax your feet, while I play that (play what?)
That nineties R&B, yeah, house party, three
Come spend the night with me and bring your toiletries
You got your girls with you, I brought my boys with me
Playing that [?], Howard, and that Jodeci
Do you want a back rub, do you want a massage?
On my birthday, it’s my birthday
Do you think we can menage? Psyche
Held her by the wayside, so sweet
Let’s go have us some offspring
Girl, you flyer than a [?]
We ain’t doing a damn thing all day

[Chorus: Abir]
Wave after wave, yeah
We’re catching the vibe, yeah, feeling alive, yeah
Ten out of ten, I know you down to ride, yeah
Always by my side, yeah
My baby, know I know had to hold you down for sure
You the only one, you the only one, yeah
You the only one, you the only one in my life
You the only one, you the only one, yeah
You the only one, you the only one in my life

Chief Keef – Gotta Sack (Remix) Lyrics

[Hook: Chief Keef]

I got a sack now
Try us, it’s mac rounds
Call us 30 clips, shawty blow your back down
You can’t turn me down
‘Cause this is that loud
I ain’t the mans, bitch?
Shit, how that sound?

Just for a fact, now
I got a sack now
I love to stunt, bitch
I act a ass, now (x2)

[Verse 1: Jay J]

If you call that loud, please invest in something louder/
Red beam you can see it from the Eiffel Tower/
But that’s only if you disrespect me while I’m getting allowance wit my niggas/
Why y’all be smoking that midget?/

Getting this high, don’t attempt it/
ASAP this shit can get rocky/
I’m getting that paper, come watch me/
My nigga come watch me/

Bitch nigga I ain’t tryna match/
For a fact that shit you smoking is trash/
Weed smell all in my bag/
On my homies dash, ashes and wraps/

Won’t you go head’ and just turn up the bass/
I mean the bass/
You think your shit’s hot
But really it ain’t/

Hearing you rap is like spit in the face/
I’m wrapping this up with some glue and some tape/
Breaking it down so you can relate/
So high that I’m in a daze/

Orange hairs glisten with the crystals on the face/
Ghost OG right now’s my favorite/

Roy Woods – Whole Lot Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah nigga issa knife and all know what I’m sayin?
Yeah nigga I hit ya wife and all know what I’m sayin?

[Hook: Roy Wood$]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 1]
Water is on me, you call me Poseidon
You gon’ tell me when to dive in
Condo, mansion dining
I need my pussy like ooo
? as long as it’s private
You fuck with my niggas don’t hide it
I handle business in private
Let me put you on to my shit
21, fuckin on ya daughter
Bank can’t handle my deposits
Each day money gettin longer
Mean ting lookin too gorgeous
Ya need visine I can’t find her
I got her in my palm like ?
I ain’t talkin ?
Said I’d call back but I don’t call her
Said I’d text back but I don’t bother
I’ma swing when ?
Shawty gimme clean head she the barber
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf (okay)

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 2]
Got a whole lotta cash
Whole lotta plates
Whole lotta niggas put a nigga in his place
Whole lotta sorrow, but I got blessings so I can’t feel what ya feel say rest ting
Whole lotta problems, with ya intentions, can’t read my next move if you’re dyslexic
Whole lotta brands
Whole lotta Gucci, now these niggas rockin Louie like I ain’t used to
A whole lotta cash
Whole lotta dawgs, separate myself from the world, with the gods
Whole lotta snakes, whole lotta greats and I still know who keep it real to my face
And a whole lotta ?, a whole lotta questions, a whole lotta reasons they feel suspension
A whole lotta niggas, whole lotta bitches, 2017 they wanna switch the position
Niggas turn ?, I’ma grown man I don’t play with my girl
She love my hair dreads a Jheri curl
Show no face ?

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me (you don’t know)
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me
My circle is small like the kid that [?] meeee
Momma a trooper, she always beside meeee
Always see shooters and dope boys beside meeee
You know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

2 Chainz – Trap Check (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Realest nigga in it, already know
Got trapper of the year 4 times in a row
Realest nigga in it, already know
Got trapper of the year 4 times in a row

[Chorus]
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check

[Verse 1]
Rap shit check, trap shit check
Cashier check, fashion check
Foreign car check, foreign bitch check
Rolex check, gold around my neck
Juju on the diamond, my umbrella’s designer
Stand on your recliner, pourin’ all the wine up
Yea I used to pitch, you should see my wind up
Nigga fuck with me ain’t no telling where you wind up
It’s all love, positive vibes
Walking through the airport in crocodile slides
Wet floor signs, hands on thighs
If you got a check put your hands up high

[Chorus]
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check

[Verse 2]
Come on, come on, come on
I rock the microphone, I had to thank the Lord
I am in rare form, I had to get it on
You never feed me, I use my own seasoning
Autograph cleavage, how many girls believe you?
How many girls you tried, I know a girl you lied to
She wants your ass to die, I look you dead in your eye
It’s real nigga season, it’s right after Easter
Might buy me a Regal, put that on my Visa
I need me some singles, don’t care if you’re single
Take you and mingle, take you to Neiman’s
We hit the bars tonight, look at the roof on the Wraith
It look like the stars at night, yeah

[Chorus]
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check

[Outro]
ASAP, ASAP, ASAP, ASAP…

3D Na’Tee – Big Dawg

[Intro: 3D Na’Tee]
(ah yeah, ah yeah)

I’ve been putting on for the N.O
(damn right)
I’ve been the shit since you were blowing your Nintendo
(damn right)
Now me and Yankee in the intercontinental
(damn right)
Overseas making cheese like Sargento
(damn right)
I remember selling weed out the window
(damn right)
Fast forward made a fortune off a demo
(damn right)
From the bars, cars looking like I’m Leno
(damn right)
They know what I’m bout from the south to Sacramento

[Hook: 3D Na’Tee]
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg, big dawg, all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg (been a big dawg)
Big dawg (bitch I’ve been a big dawg) all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
(damn right!)

[Verse 1: 3D Na’Tee]
Had a few brushes with death and getting another chance
Was slimmer than Thugger’s pants
But somehow I still advanced
Like Choppa, Babs, and Fred, my focus was making bands
Was poker faced with the grams, but now I’m touring in France
Putting on for the N.O., LA and you ain’t gotta Kelly
Blue Book the whip, just know I spent a lot of chips
More bread than a deli
Could’ve been in the Fed’s bunk bed with a celly
(what they tell me?)
But they tell me don’t go pop though, I’m not though
Rather go and see my pops hoe, my top low
Motor bigger than a Costco, dodging pot holes
I remember wearing Pacos, was a snot nose
Now my knot rolls just will not fold
Bitch I got it, even though the radio ain’t never play my product
Guess it’s cause I refuse to pretend I’m idiotic
Pockets big as DJ Khaled though I never went to college, bitch!

[Hook: 3D Na’Tee]
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg, big dawg, all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg (been a big dawg)
(Bring me another bottle of that Lasserre)
Big dawg (been a big dawg) all of my life
(You know I’m part owner)
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
(Big dawg shit. Crown!)

[Verse 2: 3D Na’Tee]
Labels tried to play me like a fool so I left
Told Tim only way I’ll sign is if I go deaf
No silicone in my breast or fucking niggas for press
But still come up in discussion if you discussing the best
Russell cut me a check and did it ASAP
He know what my mind worth
A signing bonus I ain’t gotta pay back
From selling ye to having beignets with Stevie Wonder
Baby tried to sign me, bitch I’m my own stunna
No Fat Joe or Luda or artist to introduce her
So many stones like I looked in the face of Medusa
Was in the hood like a Ku Klux with the deuce deuce up
Made a quarter million from telling you how I grew up
Like George, had to move up, though it wasn’t rapidly
I don’t have an out of touch label exec backing me
Just me and my faculty
Some compare me to Rapsody
Some compare me to Remy
But I’m more like Oprah Winfrey, bitch!

[Hook: 3D Na’Tee]
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg, big dawg, all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg (been a big dawg)
Big dawg (I’ve been a big dawg) all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
(damn right!)

[Hook: 3D Na’Tee]
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg, big dawg, all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg (been a big dawg)
Big dawg (I’ve been a big dawg) all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
(damn right!)

Eminem – 8 Mile

Sometimes I just feel like
Quitting I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it’s hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I want to jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill’s like
But I’m still white
Sometimes I just hate life
Something ain’t right
Hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright
Drawing a blank like

Dah, dah, dah. dah
It ain’t my fault
Great then I fall
My insides crawl
And I clam up
I just slam shut
I just can’t do it
My whole manhood’s just been stripped
I have just been ripped
So I must then get
Off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit
Yo, I’m going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

I’m a man
I’m a make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I’m over these tracks, man I’ma never look back
And I’m gone
I know right where I’m going
Sorry, momma, I’m grown
I must travel alone
Ain’t gon’ follow no footsteps I’m making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

Walking these train tracks
Tryin’ to regain back
The spirit I had ‘fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant
And the same pants
Tryin’ to chase rap
Gotta move ASAP
Get a new plan
Momma’s got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don’t understand
Sits in front of the TV buries her nose in her pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad
Ain’t no telling what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset ’cause I ain’t blew up yet
It’s like a grew up but I ain’t grow me two nuts yet
Don’t got a rep, my step
Don’t got enough pep
The pressure’s too much, man I’m just tryin’ to do what’s best
And I try
Sit alone and I cry
Yo I won’t tell no lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don’t pray to the sky
Please, I’m beggin’ you God
Please don’t let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homie wherever you are
Yo, I’m telling you dog I’m bailing this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me, baby, I’m never too far
But yo I gotta get out there the only way I know
And I’ma be back for you the second that I blow
On everything I own
I’ll make it on my own
Off to work I go
Back to this 8 Mile Road

I’m a man
Gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I’m over these tracks, man I’ma never look back
And I’m gone
I know right where I’m going
Sorry, momma, I’m grown
I must travel alone
Ain’t gon’ follow no footsteps I’m making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

You gotta live it to feel it
You didn’t, you wouldn’t get it
Or see what the big deal is
Why it was and it still is
To be walking this borderline of Detroit’s city limits
It’s different and it’s a certain significance
A certificate of authenticity
You’d never even see
But it’s everything to me
It’s my credibility
You’d never seen, heard, smelled or met a real mc
Who’s incredible or on the same pedestal as me
But yet still unsigned
Having a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC’s in the lunch line
When it comes crunch time
Where did my punch lines go?
Who must I show?
To bust my flow
Where must I go?
Who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain’t having to run with this little rabbits but fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet
I’m starting to doubt shit
I’m feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with
I live like a bum, yo my clothes ain’t about shit
At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit
And it’s cold
Trying to travel this road
Plus I feel like I’m always stuck in this battling mode
My defenses are so up
The one thing I don’t want
Is pity from no one
This city is no fun
There is no sun
And it’s so dark
Sometimes I just feel like I’m being pulled apart
From each one of my limbs
By each one of my friends
It’s enough to just make me want to jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes I just know not
What I’m doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don’t got
But I’ve learned
It’s time for me to u-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain’t no fallin’ on next time I’ll meet a new girl
I can not only play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat all I need is the words
Got the urge
Suddenly it’s a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I’m free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur
I’m Eight Mile Road

I’m a man
Gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I’m over these tracks, man I’ma never look back
And I’m gone
I know right where I’m going
Sorry, momma, I’m grown
I must travel alone
Ain’t gon’ follow no footsteps I’m making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road