Reh Dogg – Save Family And Friend lyrics

(Intro)
Yo
OG back up in this bitch
Yeah
Yall hear me
Yo

(Verse)
Been doing this shit before you were born
Millennials need to remain calm yo
Yall sagging yall pants you need to look up the history
It came out from the jailhouse
Sagged your pants to show you want some dick
Yeah they pulled a train you asked for it
Now you scream to the warden bitch I was raped
In prison there’s no escape yo yall wearing tight skinny jeans
Looking like a LGBT queen transgender I don’t mean to be mean
But Lord tell me why please this sort of thing makes God cry
Social media live long yeah not for long
Cause yall falling off too far yall niggas take this shit too far
Look at some of these rappers out there yeah motherfucking queers

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

(Verse)
Started rapping in 99 developed my skills over time
Smooth like a vintage wine I’m here to stay so yall niggas don’t even waste my time
DMV in Cali yo it stands for Department of Mexican Voting
No I’m not racists I’m just telling you how it is and it is what it is
God is not dead to man but man is dead to God yeah
Don’t believe me then it’s certainly not for you to tell me anything
Haiti is a poor country some call it a shithole it’s not like it’s a known fact
Vacation there nigga you won’t come back

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

(Verse)
We can do the same rage don’t make me get savage
Lock you up in a cage not down with BLM I’m down with ALM
If you meant to visit planned parenthood kill many black in their neighborhood
Abortions rate for blacks are very high don’t believe me look up stats and tell me why
Some of yall are down with BBW not me I’m down with BTW across the southern border
What do I mean build the motherfucking wall bitch

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

Kodak Black – Projectbaby (Freestyle)

[Verse 1]
Young nigga totin’ the rod
You would think a nigga fishing
Young nigga but I’m different
Young nigga..
I came from rags to riches
Young nigga, yea I’m different
I came from rags to riches
I came from rags to riches, video vixen bitches
And I’m shifting
And I’m drifting
Yea I got the [?], I got the stick on me right now catch a pussy nigga slippin’
He like [?] dripping blood
That’s my brother, John Wicks is blood
He a sniper but he be like call me papi
Nigga my nigga just caught a elbow, call him Rocky
Rocky Balboa
I’m goin’ hard in the paint, I’m goin’ hard in the Range
Just bought another Range
I just bought my brother a lil’ train
I just bought my brother a lil’ train, yea
Cuz it’s Christmas
I ain’t never get nun for Christmas
Rocking this blue, but I ain’t crippin’
Rocking this red, but I ain’t blood
Nigga this Haiti, it’s independent
All these mollies got a nigga trippin’
All this gonorrhea got a nigga trippin’
Drop a nigga like diarrhea when he drippin’
Run up on him, then I tip him
Free lil’ flippa, I’ll run up on him then I flip him
Catch a nigga, Ima kill him
Catch a nigga, Ima hit him
Catch a lil’ nigga, Ima flip him, yea
Catch a lil’ nigga, Ima kill him, yea
Put that nigga in the dirt
Fresh to death, and I’ll killed the scene, nigga I pulled out and put it on a shirt, yea
I’m walking when I’m stepping when I’m bleeding, I might need a nurse
Keep it running
I’m walking when I’m stepping when I’m bleedng, I might need a nurse
And I’m bleeding concrete, yea
That’s all in my IV, yea
That’s all in my body, yea
Say rats don’t shit
Rats don’t shit
I’m in this shit for a living
I’m in this shit for longevity
I’m on this shit for long term
I’m on this shit for longevity
Shoutout [?]
And I’m smoking, eating edibles
Smoking cookies and I’m eating edibles
I eat her lil’ pussy cuz that is so edible
They knock him off if I tell them too
They knock him off if I say so
Young nigga I got pesos
Play with that pussy but not with your heart
Play with that pussy like clay dough
Play with that pussy like Play-Doh
I just want it more like Klay though
My nigga they kill if I tell to
My nigga they kill you if I tell ’em to
My nigga they kill you if I say so
They knock you off if I tell ’em too
I was selling them slabs on the avenue
I was selling the slabs on the block dawg
1800 that’s my block dawg
Get your block knocked off, yea
I’m freestyling right now, this shit right here off the top
This shit right here off the top dawg
This shit right here off the top, yah
This shit is right off from my noggin
Then I just licking the coffee
I woke up, I’m licking the coffee
Lick the coffee off from off my hand
Lick the coffee right up off my hand
Lick the coffee, yea
I lick the coffee like molly san tan
Lick the coffee, molly san tan
Lick the coffee right up off my hand
Lick the coffee right up off my hand
Wake up and I smell the cheddar, yea
Got out of jail and now I’m back and I’m better
I’m better than ever, I’m better than ever, ya man
Sticks in the trunk, I’m feeling like an elephant
I feel like an elephant
All this Haitian [?], I be looking like a red man
[?]
Ain’t doin’ no stressing man
Yea, I’m the reverend
Yea, I’m the reverend
On the court, in these streets like fuck the judge
I’m on the court in these streets like fuck the jury
I came up snatching jewelry
Came up off of snatchin’ jewelry
Now I be baggin’ niggas
Now I be wackin’ niggas
Straight up toe tag a nigga
I ain’t never had a daddy nigga
I ain’t never had no pops, yea
I ain’t never had no heart, yea
Nigga, I’ll slay my pops
Nigga I’ll kill my dawg
Nigga I’ll kill your daughter, yea
Nigga I’ll kill your mama them
Yea, yea, yea nigga you better go and tell your uncle them
Yea, lil’ Kodak I’m from the projects
Yea, lil’ Kodak I’m a got damn zombie
Lil’ Kodak I’m a got damn zombie
Lil’ Kodak I’m a got damn zombie
Nigga I’m a grim reaper
I never learned my lesson, somebody didn’t need a teacher
Fuck the school yea, and fuck the teacher
Young nigga, yea I got paper
You’ll need a damn calculator
Just to match up this cheddar yea
So you can match up this cheddar yea
So you can match up this cheddar yea
Flyer than a desert eagle, and I’m totin’ Beretta’s yea
And I’m dancing with the devil, yea
Dreads in my head, yea they be looking like devil horns

Summer – TastyTreat lyrics

Lyrics Tastytreat – Summer

This feel like 32 with the boo
Crush sippin’ red and blue
Slush till my brain freeze
This feel like barbecue
Party, pools, Uncles who
Say it’s way hotter out in Haiti
It smells like sugar-coated memories
No pictures please, eyes remember in HD
It tastes like sweat dripping
Drunk kisses, smudged lipstick
Dumb water fights gone crazy.(summer)

Booty shorts
Bikini tops
Feel the thirst
It’s really hot
Fan myself
Milly rock
Pray a little wind bless up the city block
Good girls
Pretty flock
They want bad boys so we diddy bop
Making Bands
Silly gwop
Having fun nonstop, No.

Summer don’t leave
Summer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summer don’t leave
Summer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summer don’t leave.

Summeeer don’t you leave me, don’t you say you’ll leave me baby. (x4)

Summeeer juice
Marinate
When life gives forbidden fruit, make some lemonade
Enjoy your youth
Celebrate
Shades on, still ain’t seen no better days.

Let’s take advantage of the heat while the sun is close
Beach sippin’ rhum & coke, speech, here’s another toast
Let’s pray the weather stays forever like the the other coast
Versuri-lyrics.info
Southern folks
f*ckin joke
Love to hope.

Summeeer don’t leave
Summeeer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summeeer don’t leave
Summeeer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summeeer don’t leave.

Summeeer don’t you leave me, don’t you say you’ll leave me babyyy. (x4)
Tastytreat lyrics
Video TastyTreat

Action Bronson – The Chairman’s Intent (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah yeah, ah
Ah-ha
It’s me, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars
Fuck that shit, you ain’t hot like Prince
You got little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
All from what I did last summer?
But motherfuckers forget
Till I’m back up on the set
Every motherfucking jump shot wet
Same outfit every day like a cartoon (that’s me!)
Uh, they’ll never find you in a shark suit
And there will never be a part two
Shit, you’re looking at some motherfucking art, boo

[Verse 2]
Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Morris Taylor
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on
Turn dreams into real shit
Yeah, I might be sick
Sitting cross-eyed, I’m likely lit
Draw blood, I’m already made
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake

[Chorus]
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

[Bridge]
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah, man
From this top floor view, I can see it all

[Verse 3]
Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
Uh, that shit was shining like an angel
I never trust a dude named ‘Angel’
Long sleeved 4/5th’s, turn them into an angel
Sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, flowing in a Jag from the 80s
Tanned like I just left Haiti
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that’s fine by me
Shit, I need some time to realign my Chi
So bitch please pass that [?]
Before I get upset. homie

[Chorus]
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

The Chairman s Intent – Action Bronson lyrics

Lyrics Action Bronson – The Chairman s intent

Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls, b***h, we stars
f*ck that s**t, you ain’t hot like Prince
You got little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
All from what I did last summer?
But motherf*ckers forget
Till I’m back up on the set
Every motherf*cking jump shot wet
Same outfit every day like a cartoon (that’s me!)
Uh, they’ll never find you in a shark suit
And there will never be a part two
S**t, you’re looking at some motherf*cking art, boo.(the chairman s intent)

Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Morris Taylor
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on
Turn dreams into real s**t
Yeah, I might be sick
Sitting cross-eyed, I’m likely lit
Draw blood, I’m already made
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake.

You don’t even know me. (x4)

Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah, man versuri-lyrics.info
From this top floor view, I can see it all.

Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
Uh, that s**t was shining like an angel
I never trust a dude named ‘Angel’
Long sleeved 4/5th’s, turn them into an angel
Sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, flowing in a Jag from the 80s
Tanned like I just left Haiti
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that’s fine by me
S**t, I need some time to realign my Chi
So b***h please pass that ..
Before I get upset homie.

You don’t even know meee. (x4)
Action Bronson lyrics
Video intent

YFN Lucci – Heartless (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Bigga Rankins]
Growin’ up, my mama explained the difference between fame and notoriety
See fame is when people know you
Notoriety is when people know your work
And notoriety leave a legacy
When they talk about us
When they talk about big arrangements
When they talkin’ ’bout Lucci
When they talkin’ ’bout TIG
Some will hate, some will cheer
All will know one thing
My nigga Nut, we came and changed the music biz forever

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
Lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Oh hell nah, ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, we gon’ air shit out
I got your bitch and she tellin’ me all your where about’s
Loadin’ this K, I can’t wait to go and spray one out
Uh-huh, I been hustlin’ all day tryna get that cake up out it
All day, all day, I been ridin’ it with it all day
It ain got no safe, it ain’t got no safe, ayy
Y’all niggas play it safe, we gon’ hit your safe, ayy
I got niggas in MIA and they’ll hit your face
Uh, uh , I been a thug all my life, wanted a plug all my life
We had to move around with them pipes, we had to shoot it out some nights
Ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, know we love dinner
Fuck nigga, don’t make me put a slug in ’em

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
Lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We located and got a bigger palace on the water
Pull up to club, I toss valet a couple hunnid
Women in abundance, I got to fuck ’em by appointments
Pray that bundle come from Haiti, I’ma give you what you wanted
I fucked her in the park, now we fuckin’ on the jet
You fuckin’ with my squad, I’ma put that shit to rest
Studied all these niggas ’cause this life is just a test
I need my hunnit million, you can’t tell me nothing less
They gave my nigga 10 the lawyer, say he did the best
These streets ain’t where you wanna be and Rozay told you that
The only natural talent niggas had was being violent
If a nigga take my life, I pray he see me smilin’, boss

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah
Lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

Young Thug – Oh Yeah (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
No more pain though
No more motherfucking pain bro, no more motherfucking pain bro

[Hook]
No more pain bro, no more pain sis
They just lame bruh, make your lane sir
I got my money right cause I was sick and tired of it
I’m standing in the rain, I know you feel my pain through my veins
Oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah
Baby I’m like Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah
Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah

[Verse 1]
If you not from Haiti don’t go there
If you not from Bleveland don’t go there
Yes I still got boots, what size you wear?
You can be a stranger and still get a pair
We don’t grab on ’em, we got halves on us, we got math on us
And that jewlery super water, we got baths on us
When I pull from out of school we got staffs on us
We got math on us, You know we up, I ain’t talking bout no Folgers
We get 10,000 pounds of midget
The way she walked up on the plug I really thought that baby knowed us
But she just wanna fuck them digits
She know exactly when to start and when to finish
She know how to get that dick back hard within a minute
I try to play hard, she see right through me just like lenses
She tell Young Thugger to put it up cause she got plenty

[Hook]
No more pain bro, no more pain sis
They just lame bruh, make your lane sir
I got my money right cause I was sick and tired of it
I’m standing in the rain, I know you feel my pain through my veins
Oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah
Baby I’m like Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah
Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m gon keep racing to the top of the mountain
These niggas knocking me down but when I get there I mount
Enjoy your visit, this my decision
You know my brodies right behind me and they with it
I miss Unfunk he just waiting on my visit
I’m scared to go down there, them folk might just railroad the cheeks
I know he not a white line, but I had to take him off the street
I miss my brother on phone, he can’t do nothing but sit and eat
You know I miss him, that shit happen way too fast I wanna kiss him
Every time I talk to him I wish I had a missile
Just sitting back thinking like what’d he be like on them crystals
That nigga a fool with it
He got a big ol’ bank roll and a tool with it
You run up on me bruh the wrong way and he gon’ use and abuse
But he might got 2, he gon’ use, April Fools
Then sit back and watch the ambulance clean up you

[Hook]
No more pain bro, no more pain sis
They just lame bruh, make your lane sir
I got my money right cause I was sick and tired of it
I’m standing in the rain, I know you feel my pain through my veins
Oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah
Baby I’m like Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah
Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah

YFN Lucci – Heartless (feat. Rick Ross & Bigga Rankin)

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Growin’ up, my mama explained the difference between fame and notoriety
See fame is when people know you
Notoriety is when people know your work
And notoriety leave a legacy
When they talk about us
When they talk about big arrangements
When they talkin’ ’bout Lucci
When they talkin’ ’bout TIG
Some will hate, some will cheer
All will know one thing
My nigga Nut, we came and changed the music biz forever

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Oh hell nah, ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, we gon’ air shit out
I got your bitch and she tellin’ me all your where about’s
Loadin’ this K, I can’t wait to go and spray one out
Uh-huh, I been hustlin’ all day tryna get that cake up out it
All day, all day, I been ridin’ it with it all day
It ain got no safe, it ain’t got no safe, ayy
Y’all niggas play it safe, we gon; hit your safe, ayy
I got niggas in MIA and they’ll hit your face
Uh, uh , I been a thug all my life, wanted a plug all my life
We had to move around with them pipes, we had to shoot it out some nights
Ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, know we love dinner
Fuck nigga, don’t make me put a slug in ’em

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We located and got a bigger palace on the water
Pull up to club, I toss valet a couple hunnid
Women in abundance, I got to fuck ’em by appointments
Pray that bundle come from Haiti, I’ma give you what you wanted
I fucked her in the park, now we fuckin’ on the jet
You fuckin’ with my squad, I’ma put that shit to rest
Studied all these niggas ;cause this life is just a test
I need my hunnit million, you can’t tell me nothing less
They gave my nigga 10 the lawyer, say he did the best
These streets ain’t where you wanna be and Rozay told you that
The only natural talent niggas had was being violent
If a nigga take my life, I pray he see me smilin’, boss

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

Wyclef Jean – The Ring (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
It’s been 7 years, man. I left at the height of my career, man and I’m coming back. It’s like I’m starting all over again. It don’t matter what I did before, man. This the music business, man. You’re only as hot as your last hit. Everybody like, "Yo, can he get another ring?"

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 2]
The smile in my face, behind my back, they hate us
But like Bernie Mac said, I ain’t scared of you motherfuckers
Little Haiti to Sicily, Big Pun, he was a friend to me
Fat Joe, he called me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga picked me up
Ay, that’s what I call that street cred
Take your chance in the lobby, you gon’ meet those old dreads
Chef [?], me and Khaled go back
So far back, boy shottas, man, he had a 6 pack
And I’m back on the tribe on a quest to go harder
So hard, you gon’ think I’m all 3 Carters
Why haters wanna doubt that I’m Luke with the Force
Man, they kids got the scores, screamin’ too much hot sauce

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 2]
A And the A stand for Alpha and Omega
B And the B stand for Bury You, that’s what I’m known to do to rappers
C C stands for Chance, once you take, regard your shit
DEF, is the squad, boy, read my lips
GH, General from Haiti, make my day
I stood in my jeans, in front of that ‘K’
And for me to take a L, it’s gon’ take MN
What’s that? Mother Nature with them strong winds
And oh, my Peace Productions like the Q
As in Quincy when he did that Thriller, Michael Jackson blew
And this is who we are, STU
Abbreviation for the studio, I kill it in the booth
And the V, be very careful when you watchin’ shottas
The W could turn to her and that’s murder for hire
By the window, light X, don’t ask why
I ain’t takin’ no Zs ’cause the clan’s outside

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 3]
Bean me up Scottie, I’m on that antidote
That Broccoli D.R.A.M gave me got me movin’ slow mo’
This big, I’m countin’ my blessings like I’m Sean
See the Future with my Jimmy Hendrix shades on
Haters wanna doubt and thought that I forgot my scales
That’s like I am Mike forgettin’ he trainin’ [?]
Vic hit me on the Jag, told me he mad
Wiz Khalifa paper plane’ll have you feel glad

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Do I rap or will I sing?
All they wanna know is will I get another ring
Oh, I’ma get another ring
Oh, I’ma get another ring
From my mouth to God, aye
We gon’ get another ring
We gon’ get another ring
I’ma get another win
We gon’ get another ring