Dave East – Prosper lyrics

[Intro]
I need everything I came for
Joe Joe got ’em again
And some
Prosper
I’m tryna live prosper
Prosper
I’m tryna live
I’m just tryna live

[Verse 1]
I just pray that I’m livin’ prosperous
Comin’ from conditions that’s moderate to accomplishin’
Each goal I ever set, that check off my bucket list
Know who you fuckin’ with, you can’t suck it baby just swallow it
Prosper, “P” for the pussy been gettin’ thrown at me
“R” for the Rollie that Nas got me, the sky dweller (my nigga)
“O” for the ounces, I drove the most to the mountains (most)
“S” is for the sour, I sold to niggas in housin’ (got it)
“P” is for that pack of that Newports that I couldn’t never smoke (never)
“E” is for the easy-pass, get nervous when I pass the toll, pack a pole, pack a stick back on my shit
I been through the worst, it don’t matter shit got me rich
Story I could tell, I could still remember the smell
Of my cell, thought I was in hell, hit mama for mail
I had CO’s that I wanted to hurt, I’m speedin’ fast, I just wanna reverse
Get some fame behind your name and they gon’ come at you worse
I’ve seen friends go to the essence, they left blood on my shirt
And I can’t never get them stains out
Try and understand what this pain ’bout
Half deaf in my left ear from them shots that done rang out
I’m tryna own property, put my daughter through private school
Fiends was our neighbors, then mama told us, we gotta move
I thought I knew it all, couldn’t pay me to follow rules
Almost lost my life for some Prada shoes, you gotta choose

[Chorus]
Is dying worth everything you done lived for?
Ran out of Arm & Hammer, get more, was piss poor
I can’t even add up all the clothing stores we ripped off
I gotta get fresh, it was so hard to get them zips off
I smoke alot, see a opp, spot ’em like a polka dot
Always in the gutter like I bowl alot
Open up the Rover top, blow up fifty bag to the heavens
Kept a mask plus a weapon, I ain’t know if I was gon’ blow or not

[Verse 2]
I never knew ’bout no fame or no movement (never)
Now I’m recruitin’ lieutenants, my women friends they was in there boostin’
She must of loved me, she put this onion up in the coochie
Played games, my youngest one fades and not the one on Boosie
Heavenly scented, the Dodger was rented
Tryna prosper by any means, I’m Malcolm in a Detroit fitted
I got the scars from my life of war
I love the rap, but I don’t like the talk
I get excited if the white is soft (powder)
I push the Porsche until the pipes exhaust
Ain’t got no felonies, get a license for it
So many thoughts got me thinkin’ like, “Shit, I might record this”
The couch was leather, the floor was cold and the phone was cordless
Talkin’ my mother crib, ounces in my dresser
The cash in my Timberland box, keep all that extras
The one they loved the most, kidnap ’em, they’ll get the message
Stay down ’til you come up, you’ll get your blessings

[Chorus]
Is dying worth everything you done lived for?
Ran out of Arm & Hammer, get more, was piss poor
I can’t even add up all the clothing stores we ripped off
I gotta get fresh, it was so hard to get them zips off
I smoke alot, see a opp, spot ’em like a polka dot
Always in the gutter like I bowl alot (always)
Open up the Rover top (open), blow up fifty bag to the heavens
Kept a mask plus a weapon, I ain’t know if I was gon’ blow or not

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
It’s the kid with the glow, I get it and go
Say I talk fast, you just listenin’ slow
Prosper
You know, get what you gotta get while you here man
Do what you do, like you’re doing it for TV or
You know, whatever you’re doing it for man, lotta money to be made, make sure you make it
Don’t waste no more time, time tickin’
I can’t even see what time it is on the Philipe, but you know
Catch up, what you want, the money or the respect?
Pick one
Prosper
Joe Joe got ’em again

Fun Lovin’ Criminals – Love Unlimited

Barry White, saved my life
and if Barry White, saved your life
Or got you back with your ex-wife
[Chorus 1]
Sing Barry White, Barry White It’s alright.

Now I was watching Banachek, my mind’s eye,
Right back when I was seed and learning my life.
At night they came together and gave me sight
He said it’s better doing this, than sucking on a pipe.

Now when she came over, she brought the diskettes
On and on, she promised to kick this.
EWF, stole my breath,
When he finished, there was nothing left.

Over and over, ’til it’s ready,
Sing about it low and fat, like J.P. Ghetti
We make it happen, ass slappin
Sitting on the point to where you never catch us napping
CO efino, he got the money grips,
No parking for Saturday night and the pips

The pips know the hymns, they singing along
Like knowing new verbs is gonna keep you from the twilight

Barry White, Barry White
You know it’s all right

Over and over, ’til it’s ready,
Sing about it low and fat, like J.P. Ghetti
We make it happen, ass slappin
Sitting on the point to where you never catch us napping
CO efino, he got the money grips
No parking for Saturday night and the pips

The heart part 4 – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – The heart part 4

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.(the heart part 4)

Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel ’round the atlas in this spaceship
Candy-coated, my day shift’s
Been devoted to f*ckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals three-fourteen
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up, lampin’ in Jamaica versuri-lyrics.info
The clouds turnin’, my thoughts turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but..(the heart part 4)

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk-ass
And crush ya whole lil’ shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared little b*tch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, you lame
And when I get at you, homie
Don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh, I was just playin’, K-Dot
C’mon, you know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the f*ck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive!”
So damn great, motherf*cker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water, I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo’ cars, mo’ leers
Mo’ bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—f*ck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
You know what the risk is
Earthed in ditches, your body revertin’ to stiffness
The whole world gone mad
Bodies is addin’ up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, b*tches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump
Know how we feel, punk? Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was two O’s from a M, tryna be big as Em
Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You lookin’ at me in Chucks, I’m lookin’ at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playin’ rock-paper-scissors in court
A real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC, you see the flames
In my E-Y-E’s; it’s not a game
And the whole world is goin’ mad, daddy, it’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca on trial, tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the CO’s watch him
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they— (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirkin’
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, f*ck!)
So many verses, you live in denial (f*ck!)
So many verses, I never run out (What?)
You makin’ him nervous, the music is loud
Ho, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit yo’ punk ass down!
(Sit yo’ punk ass down!)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playin’ the back scenes (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as “That King”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get y’all shit together.(the heart part 4)

Let’s get it
Look, look
On foenemmm.
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Charlie Farley – Backroads Life

Me personally I don’t know a whole lot about these city streets, but I do know a little bit about where I come from. That’s that CO, yeah country

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life

I’m a cossa tie river run up and float and it going under that bridge since I was old enough to a paddle. Passing cattle I peddle faster cause it’s getting late. I’m a master at holding three point two ounces throwing bass. That’s right, I chugalug, I chug a Budd on my lake. I keep a in case a game warden shows his face. That’s if there ain’t an exit cause if I can I will escape. Skate away to a place where I’m straight and safe. We’re lovers, rappers, and fighters. But trust you don’t want to try us we’ll fight you but afterwards buy you a what, a round of your choice. We talk in a low tone of voice, that’s right still southern boys. Playing in God’s land and proud to be a part of God’s plan

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life

The simple man who raised up on days that passed on. So when I’m riding probably vibeing to a Cash song. Makes me think about big daddy creeping in his Jon boat. Mixing up a Crown and Coke, sitting up in the honey hole. See now I know the river like the back of my hand. And every year my family goes and parks some boats in the sand. Throw some wood in the pile and party all damn night. Just another story of a back road life

I’m just a back roads eighties baby, made in the country like grits and gravy. Some of y’all still call me crazy, thank God that country raised us. Same boys that came on up, seen a lot of things since kicking up mud. See I appreciate all the love. My country veins pump country blood. Gave y’all something so y’all can ride. In the country boys paradise. One-ninety proof, I let it shine. Doing this since ninety-nine. Them city folks, they don’t understand it. Chilling in my country mansion. Double wide trailer on some land. I’ve been knocked down but I’m still standing

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life