K-Rino – Stop Resisting Lyrics

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Yeah man
Sittin’ here tryna figure out
Why law enforcement
Keep on decidin’ they wanna kill black people, man
It’s startin’ to get to me
Check this out

[Verse 1]
Police killing black people never ended, they still do
The second they pulled you over, they intended to kill you
Marked for the flamin’, even with no talk or complainin’
Provocation and escalation is a part of the trainin’
They start with the game and even when you offer your name and identification they aim and sparks get to raining
Or stomped to the pavement, to them it’s just all entertainment
No probable cause, forced in armed bars and restrainin’
We look at the cycle but will the crooked be liable?
It’s posted on every social site, the footage is viral
Comments from every race and political rivals
Provide views based on what side they subscribe to
The racists showin’ up on every post with imaginary quotes
And those of hypothetical scenarios
They be like, ‘Maybe he did this or did that’
But wait, I got a maybe for your maybe he was black

[Hook]
You got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

Got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

[Verse 2]
They be like
Keep your hands where I can see ‘em, show me your ID
Why you movin’ around? You tryna pull a weapon on me?
See you just lookin’ for a reason you can blow me to pieces
How I’m supposed to get my license out? Telekinesis?
Cops treat blacks differently, won’t none of ‘em say
How the hell you feelin’ threatened when I’m runnin’ away?
Then you cap ‘em and stun, listen, you the adamant one
He’ll cuff you then accuse you of grabbin’ his gun
It’s a part of procedure made up in order to bleed ya
Don’t believe the garbage the police department’ll feed ya
Investigations that leave us despising the system
And the media instantly criminalizes the victim
‘He jaywalked in ’03, he had weed in his house
One night he got drunk and accidentally peed on his couch’
They look for anything they can find to cover the fact
That he got murdered by a racist swine who don’t like blacks

[Hook]
You got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

Got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

[Verse 3]
You try to say ‘I know my rights,’ they’ll laugh at you
Police chief said he did what he had to do
Gotta watch the coon police who passin’ through
‘cause black cops whoopin’ black people asses too
Innocent people everyday get sadly arrested
You approached the car already mad and aggressive
You ain’t enforcin’ the law, only intimidation
Tryna turn the hood back into the slave plantation
White ladies call the cops on us every evening
‘Uh, yes, there’s a black guy at a bus stop breathing’
Can’t barbecue, can’t take a nap ‘round them
Can’t sell water, can’t cut the grass or swim
You see ‘em on television and they’re backin’ the statements
I ain’t crackin’ jokes, all of these are actual cases
Media know it’s a lie but they still gon’ play it
You could already be dead and they still gon’ say it

[Hook]
You got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

Got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

Lil’ Kim – No Auto Blanco Lyrics

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Niggas call me Blanco like the mob out here
We overseas, they like “How you get them Glocks out here?”
I got killas in different countries, you know squad out here
Feed a lot of wolves, watch it how you talk out here
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – that’s all I hear is people talkin’ evil
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – if you say that then bitch I better not see you
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – bitch watch your mouth before they can’t ID you
Laid up in ICU where nobody can’t come see you
Why these bitches think they safe because I’m not out?
You know any given time Kimmy could pop out
Everytime I see these chicks they quick to cop out
I G’d up these hoes, thinkin’ that they got clout
Get’cho ass back in that house, we got No Limit tanks
Master P dropped that shit off last night, we pullin’ rank
Never talk when gangstas talk unless you ’bout that action
My track record’ll tell you bitches I ain’t just rappin’
This Dior coat is the only one, so you can’t jack it
I’m a masterpiece, wrapped me on his arm like a bust-down Patek
Niggas flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but they be broke
Smokin’ on ’em blunts, but don’t want no smoke
Never count so much right now, my paper’s stackin’ up
I’m in my Louis bag, you hoes could pack it up
Ya’ll both got [?] and you out, it ain’t adding up
But you say you keep it gangsta, nigga that’s cap or what
Big and Pac’d be alive right now if you niggas ain’t gassed shit up
If I knew who did it, I’d personally wrap their caskets up
I’ma keep Frank name alive, my nigga ain’t die for nothin’
Got shooters out in Brooklyn ready to die for nothin’
These rats runnin’ around in this jungle, down for nothin’
Be careful we got apes out here, bitch you lyin’ for nothin’

NAV – Habits (Original) Lyrics

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[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Yeah

[Chorus]
I got too much money, I don’t know which drugs that I want
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you on”
I had one, two, three, four, I don’t know which cup that I’m on
I don’t think I need more but I might take another one
I think I’m an addict, I got lots of habits
I think I’m an addict, try to talk me down and I won’t have it

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I’m gone (lLost in my thought)
Know you don’t really love me, just my songs (My songs)
Pop another one when I’m alone in my room (My room, yeah)
She said that is sad and
She think I got a habit
Nowadays, the blicky, it ain’t lasting
I can’t see you, I’m too focused on the cabbage
Gotta refill my prescription to the Addy
I’ma up this, without dosing off
I’ma keep on making this magic, as long as my drugs involved

[Chorus]
I got too much money, I don’t know which drugs that I want
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you want”
I had one, two, three, four, I don’t know which cup that I’m on
I don’t think I need more but I might take another one
I think I’m an addict, I got lots of habits
I think I’m an addict, try to talk me down and I won’t have it

[Verse 2]
I can’t find my pills, now I’m searching like a dope fiend
Now I’m rolling hard, found some molly in my old jeans
Smoking so much blonde, sending rumors like a smoke screen
Star player like Kobe, I’m balling with the whole team
Looking for some juice, we out in Vegas, me and Bugsy
Gamble with my life, just cuz all these hoes gon’ fuck me
When I mix the Addy with the Henny, please don’t touch me
I just bought some Act, I sipped it slow, this shit is pricey
I was hot when I was broke, now you look at me, I’m icy
Now when I go to the club, they don’t look at my ID
Gotta make sure that my gang is right besides me
Cuz when I’m rolling, I can’t see who’s walking by me

[Chorus]
I got too much money, I don’t know which drugs that I want
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you on”
I had one, two, three, four, I don’t know which cup that I’m on
I don’t think I need more but I might take another one
I think I’m an addict, I got lots of habits
I think I’m an addict, try to talk me down and I won’t have it

NAV – Habits Lyrics

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[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I got too much money
I don’t know which drugs that I want (Know which drugs that I want)
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you on” (Whatever you on, whatever you on)
I had one, two, three, four
I don’t know which cup that I’m on (I don’t know how much I drank)
I don’t think I need more
But I might take another one

[Chorus]
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
I got lots of habits (I’m tryna solve ’em)
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
Try to talk me down and I won’t have it, hey

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I’m gone (Lost in my thought)
Know you don’t really love me, just my songs (My songs)
Pop another one when I’m alone in my room (Yeah)
She said that is sad and (Yeah)
She think I got a habit (Yeah)
Nowadays, the Perky, it ain’t lasting (Hey)
I can’t see you, I’m too focused on the cabbage
Gotta refill my prescription to the Addy
I’m on uppers, I’m not dosin’ off
I’ma keep on makin’ this magic, as long as my drugs involved

[Pre-Chorus]
I got too much money
I don’t know which drugs that I want (Know which drugs that I want)
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you on” (What did you take? Whatever you on)
I had one, two, three, four
I don’t know which cup that I’m on (I don’t know how much I drank)
I don’t think I need more
But I might take another one (One more)

[Chorus]
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
I got lots of habits (I’m tryna solve ’em)
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
Try to talk me down and I won’t have it, hey

[Verse 2]
I can’t find my pills, now I’m searchin’ like a dope fiend
Now I’m rollin’ hard, found some molly in my old jeans
Smoking so much blunts in the room, look like a smoke screen
Star player like Kobe, I’m ballin’ with the whole team
Lookin’ for some juice, we out in Vegas, me and Bugsy
Don’t gamble with my life, just ’cause all these hoes gon’ fuck me
When I mix the Addy with the Henny, please don’t touch me
I just bought some Act’, I sip it slow, this shit is pricey
I was hot when I was broke, but now you look at me, I’m icy
Now when I go to the club, they don’t look at my ID
Gotta make sure that my gang is right beside me
‘Cause when I’m rollin’, I can’t see who’s walkin’ by me

[Pre-Chorus]
I got too much money
I don’t know which drugs that I want (I don’t know which drugs that I want)
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you on” (What did you take? Whatever you on)
I had one, two, three, four
I don’t know which cup that I’m on (I don’t know how much I drank)
I don’t think I need more
But I might take another one (One more)

[Chorus]
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
I got lots of habits (I’m tryna solve ’em)
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
Try to talk me down and I won’t have it, hey

Young M.A – Thotiana (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Red life baby
Suu whoop

[Verse 1]
I keep a bad bitch not a catfish (okay)
My last bitch, left her in the past tense (okay)
Thotiana, real name Tatiana (okay)
Body like Rihanna but she not Rihanna (no way)
I make the pussy wet she need a mopi-ana (oooh)
When she bust down make her butt sound like a Glock-iana
She love it when I eat the boxi-iana (oooh)
Make her body jerk, legs lock-iana (oooh)
I beat the pussy then I beat the block-iana (beat it)
‘Cause bitch I gotta get back to the guap-iana (beat it)
She my trap queen call her Trapiana (oooh)
And we strap-iana never like the honor
I hit her from the back she got the fatty on her (oooh)
She can turn a bad day into a happy hour (ayy)
And she got that coochie oochie wallie wallie (ayy)
And my shmoney dance then I catch her body (shmoney)
Me you and Hennessy do not try me (try me)
I just wanna put my face in that punani (brrr)
We don’t love Headphanie we don’t love no thotties (nope)
She put my name on it she my walking ID (oooh)
Kill the kitty now she a walking zombie (okay)
Make the pussy drip drip drip drip like a IV

OOOUUU Thotiana half-savage half-primadonna (ahh)
I don’t want the check if I don’t see a comma (no-no)
When I see her pussy I see the Bahamas
You wanna cry in a Bentley you’ll cry in Honda
You want the steak and lobster or you want McDonald’s
Bitch make a choice ’cause it’s either either
She said she sticking with a nigga like Benihanas (yeah)
Paparazzi taking pictures of us
A nigga said she should’ve duck quicker Lori-ana (Ooooh I see you baby)
I told her put the hoodie on I was tryna hide her
Homie tricking on her I just bought her flowers (facts)
Before I buy a bitch I need to know her mileage
50K or more she a thotiana (yeah she a thot)
And every nigga drive her, no, no, no that’s a nada (no no)
We ain’t buying Gucci, we ain’t buying Prada (no no)
Let’s get it!
It’s MA, it’s Red Life baby
OOOUUU

Rico Nasty – HARD Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you know I don’t never know what to say right here
[?] took it to town

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

[Verse 1]
Smoke bamboo, big lit
Thick white bitch, Iggy
You know my weed sticky
What’s the secret Vicky?
We be turnt like Timmy
Then we roll out like Jimmy
My show sold out in your city
You can’t keep up wit me
Sit on his face ‘til his nose guard
To put me down you need both arms
These bitches mad cause I go hard
Ready, set, I got on Goyard
Chains on my belt, I’m a rockstar
Don’t need ID, I use facecard
These niggas dig me like a graveyard
I work hard so I get to play hard

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

[Verse 2]
What I got on it ain’t come from the store
They see me soon as I walk through the door
I’m up on the roof, I was just on the floor
How the fuck did I get rich when I was just poor?
All of these blessings, I’m thankin’ the lord
I’m never stoppin’ I gotta keep goin’
I don’t use the brakes when I’m drivin’ a foreign
I only go faster, I never go slower
Ballin’ so hard like, “what’s the score?”
If she want beef, I need a fork
I know it hurt them to the core
Your nigga a lame, a bitch, a dork
Bitch I come from nothin’, every day I’m stuntin’
I know you ain’t got this, bought it out the country
Money don’t mean nothin’, get it like it’s double
If we get into it, you know you in trouble

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

Joji – COME THRU Lyrics

[Chorus]
Won’t you come through?
Water on me
We gon’ walk right through
And I’m swimming like Nemo
No caller ID, no
You don’t really like me, no
And I don’t really like people
But you’re better by default

[Verse]
No, red rocks so bright (So bright)
You can open your eyes
Hell all rise
Make you so blind (So blind)
With a thousand teeth like a Leviathan
Biting tightly on my wrist, it look like heaven
Weighing tightly on my neck until it breaks
If I lived too long, you’d kill me with a stake
No mistake, no mistake, no mistake
No mistake
The reflection never point the same way
ABBA on repeat, yeah
Diamonds like a dancing queen, so…

[Chorus]
Won’t you come through?
Water on me
We gon’ walk right through
And I’m swimming like Nemo
No caller ID, no
You don’t really like me, no
And I don’t really like people
But you’re better by default
Won’t you come through?
Water on me
We gon’ walk right through
And I’m swimming like Nemo
No caller ID, no
You don’t really like me, no
And I don’t really like people
But you’re better by default

Zara Larsson – Weak Heart lyrics

[Verse 1]
Early morning
Someone’s calling
Who could this be?
Reach my phone and your name showing on my caller ID
I decline, and change my mind, and call you back up
You say, “Hey,” I say, “Hey.”
Then we don’t say too much

[Pre-Chorus 1]
It’s almost like singing that sad song
You make it so easy to hang on

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart
Yeah, I-I-I-I have such a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart
Yeah, I-I-I-I, when it comes to you
I put my money on a long shot
(I gotta, I gotta, I gotta) when it comes to you
It’s like I want it, but I can’t stop
(I gotta, I gotta, I gotta)
Yeah, I’ve a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart

[Verse 2]
You come over
I say slow now
This can’t go on
Grab a chair, please
Sit right there
It’s time we had a talk
Boy, talk is the touching
And then it’s on to the next
Body to body until I’m catching my breath
This is not what I’m supposed to do
Try to shake it off, but I’m stuck on you

[Pre-Chorus 2]
So I’mma keep singing this sad song
It never felt better to be wrong

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart
Yeah, I-I-I-I have such a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart
Yeah, I-I-I-I, when it comes to you
I put my money on a long shot
(I gotta, I gotta, I gotta) when it comes to you
It’s like I want it, but I can’t stop
(I gotta, I gotta, I gotta)
Yeah, I’ve a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart

Lil Yachty – Die By Myself 3 lyrics

(feat. K$upreme)

[Into: Lil Yachty, K$upreme. & Polo Boy Shawty]
Kpreme
Lil boat (Lil boat)
Polo boy shawty on the track so I ain’t feeling it.
Kpreme
What, what (gang, gang gang gang)
Hoo! Hoo! Lil boat

[Verse 1: K$upreme]
These bitches know what I came for
2 guns on me feeling like Django
3 chains on me but they don’t hang low
I put your bitch in a figure 4
I put that brick in a figure 4
Big blood look a egg roll
Yeah, Big gun AR with the telescope
These niggas be telling on telephone
I fuck your bitch and I send her home (yeah)
Flex on these niggas I’m finna strong

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Pull up on a block snatch a bitch til a nigga gone
Don’t watch them talk crazy on telephone
These niggas pussy like (?)
Hang with more blood than a stream of an IV
Magical monday no ID (ugh)
Millionaire shorty fuck IQ
She pop sick suckin’ dick
Break em’ down like a Twix
Stayin’ out the mix, gettin’ rich at the Ritz

[Verse 3: K$upreme]
Me and my niggas stay lit
Grab me a Sprite full of 6 (lean)
All of these bitches ain’t shit (what)
I walk around with a stick
Came up from trapping off licks
Now I be shipping them bricks
Broke nigga can’t hang with me (broke nigga)
Broke bitches can’t lay with me
I be with the gang probably 10 deep

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Stacks in the corner set, tall about 10 feet
Tats on my body on my arm like I’m Lil Peep
Cut the doors of the G-Waggon like an OG
Fuck a fake nigga, I can die by myself (still)
I only drive in sport cause’ the faster the better
Penthouse shawty, yeah I sleep on God leather
Solid gold chains just to level my self-esteem
On this day came around, got my mother a diamond ring
Earrings that match, all of these bitches want dick that’s a fact
Lil Boat Kpreme (?) like a hedge
Imma Outkast but got more than 3 stacks
[?] while k$upreme was rolling up [thrax?]
Check on inbox all the bitches I crack
Nigga that’s on god

Macklemore – Corner Store lyrics

(feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson)

[Dave B:]
Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

[Travis Thompson:]
Okay, 2 A.M, I’m posted (I’m posted)
Shit all in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Momma said, “Pull your pants up”
Bending corners and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, improving
There’s commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle-taste
They all wanna know whats next, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning

[Dave B:]
Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

[Macklemore:]
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up the weed, and I mixed the [??]with the parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Can I tell you about our future? (yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh), on the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uh-uh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (gizzards)
But let’s hold up, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing to eleven and we smoking on some Ports
And getting high
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the—

[Dave B:]
Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Got to walk, but on the border
Pushing pen to the paper for peso (yeah, yeah)
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah Yeah)
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’till you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
But they don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

[Macklemore:]
Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rolling ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip

Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

Macklemore – Fake ID lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and gentleman, my name is Macklemore. This is my music, and it feels so damn good right about now. Check it, I got a story, yo, it goes a little something like

[Verse 1]
When I was seventeen I was staying in NYC
And my homie told me where I could get a fake ID
“Ayo, son, you better get that shit when you in NY” (okay)
So I hopped on the subway and I gave it a try
To my pleasant surprise the ID looked fine
5’9″, blues eyes, born in ninteen-seventy-nine
Nervous as hell, I went to the store with my homie
Came out and yelled “Dawg, they sold me a 40”
Yeah, you know that I was the man
Buying the contraband with a fake ass hologram
No more looking for bums, standing in the rain
Stranded on Broadway and giving ’em all my change
For the rest of the summer man I was on fades
Seventeen, had it made, getting drunk everyday
Ayy, I got treated a whole new way
Because of a piece of plastic that proved I was of age

[Interlude]
You know what I’m saying, all of a sudden you get this little piece of plastic and you’re in the club. Seventeen like bah! Check it out, it’s like this, yo

[Verse 2]
Now for the next three years I had so much fun
Getting drunk in hip-hop clubs where you had to be twenty-one
Then one day I was walking and I saw a sign
That said KRS-One twenty-one up and live
That’s hella tight
Ayo I heard he always ripped it
So I hopped up in my Civic and went out to buy a ticket
When I got up the the door the bouncer checking ID’s
Looks at mine and he’s like “Nah, we don’t take these”
I tried to reach and grab my shit back
But the mother fucker was tougher than Shaq, on crack
I should of punched him, but I would have reached his knee cap
And that probably wouldn’t have hurt him very much
He kept laughing and smilin’, he called me a dumb shit
And if I would of let myself I would have cried in public
Oh no, I’m like “Give it back, bro!”
But no, my ID was jacked by the Caucasian Deebo

[Bridge]
Ha I’m laughing right now but at the time it really was not funny and it’s still not very funny. Fucker

[Verse 3]
Bitch why you got to take my ID?
Why do I have to be 21 to drink a Long Island Iced Tea?
I hate bouncers with their bald heads and ten foot tall legs
And shirts that they outgrew when they were like ten
*Get ’em*
Your mother is dumb for having you
You’re a bouncer because you have a small dick and as a kid everyone laughed at you
*Get ’em*
You’re too big and you never seemed to listen
You look injected with the shit they give to KFC chickens
*Get ’em*
I don’t like ya, at all I despise you
If I was tall I would fight you
If I was a dog I would bite you
Every single day you make people cry
And your job is to go and ruin teenager’s lives
Ok I’m going too far bouncers aren’t all bad
I’m sure they make great husbands and really strong dads
But hopefully you learned a lesson from me
Never take an MC’s fake ID
Yup, I said never take an MC’s fake ID
You could be buff and tough, it don’t matter to me
Cause you’re going to get burned if you step to MCs

Bella Thorne – Bitch I’m Bella Thorne lyrics

[Intro]
Are you ready?
Bitch, bitch, bitch I’m Bella Thorne (What? Damn)
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne

[Verse 1]
I don’t need an ID ’cause I’m Bella Thorne (Bella Thorne)
Seen me on TV a million times before (times before)
Been inside the club since I was hella short (hella short)
Now my money talk shit since you can’t afford (can’t afford)
I don’t got a license but I got a Porsche (got a Porsche)
Yeah, I got some drivers they open my door (up in my door)
Pussy scuba diving, need a surfboard
Let me show my nipples, what I need a shirt for?
Bitch, you need to learn more
I’m only 20 and I’m clean
By the time I’m 23, I’ll probably be the king
If you got what I mean
Tryna give me a ring
I say “Yes [?]”

[Pre-Chorus]
Back when I feel like it
I just hit low (hit low)
Till I [?]
[?] only time that I spit
Yup, that’s some dirty shit Bea, haha
[?]
Bitch I’m

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Work more bitch, bitch, bitch I’m Bella Thorne, what?
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
I should be freaking up but I’m hella Thorne

[Verse 2]
Wake up in the morning and I feel so gobby
Look into the mirror and say “I love my body”
Everybody dancin’ on me, think that I’m zombie
I do like some things but none of them are a hobby
One night [?] security in the lobby
‘Cause everywhere I go I guarantee paparazzi
I’m not tryna front, you see me riding shawty
So paparazzi, make sure you get good shots of me
I be taking shots on my car, I’m so crazy
I hear my [?] baby (Bella T-)
[?] I piss all in myself
And if I have a wish [?] nobody else

[Refrain]
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Wait hold up, hold up [?] (bitch I’m Bella Thorne, bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Come on [?] over here (bitch I’m Bella Thorne, bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
I don’t know how they don’t know me!
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Guess bitch

[Pre-Chorus]
I be back when I feel like it
I just hit low
Till I [?]
[?] only time that I spit
That’s some dirty shit Bea
[?]
Bitch I’m

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Work more bitch, bitch, bitch I’m Bella Thorne, what?
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne
Bitch I’m Bella Thorne (bitch I’m Bella Thorne)
I should be freaking up but I’m hella Thorne

[Outro]
Yes bitch

Thomas Rhett – Sixteen lyrics

Take a left here boy, take it slow
Don’t get distracted by that radio
I just rolled my eyes and I said, Daddy, I know
I’m fifteen, I ain’t green like some ol’ ten year old

What I wouldn’t give to be sixteen, wild and free
Cruisin’ up and down main in my F-150
Roll the windows down, bass too loud from this burnt CD
I’ll be right where I wanna be when I’m sixteen
Sixteen, yeah

Now that I can drive, finally feel alive, but I got this curfew
Sneakin’ in late, smelling like my girlfriend’s perfume
People talk about college and knowledge and that’s alright
But all I’m thinkin’ ’bout is an unsupervised Saturday night

What I wouldn’t give to be eighteen, wild and free
Buzzin’ off a can of the grizzly wintergreen
Lookin’ old enough to pull off this fake ID
I’ll be right where I wanna be
When I’m eighteen
Eighteen, yeah

I’m old enough to smoke
I’m old enough to vote
But they turn me away when I go to the Cotton Eyed Joe
They say the grass is always greener
And I believe that’s right
But my friends are off to Vegas, they’re leavin’ me behind

What I wouldn’t give to be twenty one, wild and free
Open up a cold one and drink it legally
Chase a bunch of girls, go see the world
Let my wild streak run
I’ll be right where I wanna be
When I’m twenty one, twenty one
Woah, when I’m twenty one
Yeah, when I’m twenty one, it’ll be alright
Yeah, it’ll be alright, when I’m twenty one

Now I’m twenty five and I’m drinking wine with my wife at home
Got a couple of dogs and a couple of songs on the radio
And we sit around and we laugh about how we used to be
When all we cared about was turning sixteen

Machine Gun Kelly – The Gunner lyrics

[Verse 1]
My walk is so cocky the bouncers don’t even stop me
Ain’t no pat down, no ID
They know me, that shit obvi
Bitch I pack out the lobby just from fans tryna find me
I got daughters and mothers tryna fuck with the gunner
Two tone suit like the Joker
My Harley Quinn wears a choker
Let them suicide doors up
So much smoke, can’t photo us
I’m out west like the gold rush, 1942 poured up
I ain’t spent one night sober since I turned 20 years old
But I’m on my Jeezy in 2005 “Trap or Die” shit
That everything 100, this ain’t no facade shit
This that “Look me in my eyes and don’t you fuckin’ lie” shit
Still don’t need no opinions
Bitch, most these artists my minions
Whoa
Yeah, turnt
Any weed around me finna get burnt
No lie, I’m on fire
Hogtie anybody need a realization that they fuckin’ with the wrong guy
I am the Alpha Omega, came from Sonic on a Sega
Crumblin’ chronic on the table
Mumbling lyrics in the basement
Like I’m finna go Super Saiyan
I’m saying, I ain’t have a plan coming out the land
Hanging with my man, tryna slang a gram
Just to rent a van, just to try and tour
Turn some common clothing in to couture
Still muddy from the sewer
Look at all that I’ve endured
All them years I couldn’t afford
Friends thats in the morgue
We are not the same, say the fuckin’ name

[Chorus]
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)

[Verse 2]
Let’s do this for real
Super sonic, super sonic
Psychedelics and some chronic
Still remain the trending topic
Five movies, let’s be honest, what you call it?
That’s a major motion picture wallet
No, I do not want to comment
Don’t approach me, I am violent
Snapping pictures ’cause I’m styling
Let me make it very fucking clear who I am
Do not start assuming, let me clear confusion
I am not a human, they call me a giant
I pick up the mic and I start a riot
I spit a verse and I change the climate
Fuck a dealer, man, I need the pilot
Drop the weight off like he on a diet
Hanging off of the balcony of the Hyatt
I started with one, then I multiplied it
Now I got me 3 women like Frankie Lymon
And I got me a double X made in diamonds
Bitch, the dynasty never dying
Someone ring the sirens, I just broke the silence
I just sparked the loud up, who the fuck can stop us?
I resort to violence, no resorts and islands
You know where to find us

[Chorus]
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)

Neko Case – Curse Of The I-5 Corridor lyrics

(feat. Mark Lanegan)

I waited too long to write this down
The startling sensation is fading
The sweet, sweet burn of the
First drink of the night underaged
Knowing that you’re gonna get away with it

You were a good man before you knew it
And I’m not vain enough to think that
I’d have been good for you if I’d stayed
In the current of your life
I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes

And now I’m so scared about mystery
I fear I smell extinction in the
Folds of this novacaine age coming on
I miss the smell of mystery
Reverb leaking outta tavern doors
And not knowing how the sounds were made

So I left home and faked my ID
I fucked every man that I wanted to be
I was so stupid then
Why should mystery give its last name

[Refrain, 2x]
Baby, I’m afraid
But it’s not your fault
Maybe I should go
Home alone tonight

[Musical interlude]

Now I’ll see you in our old home
Where I’m always scared to go
Those thirty garbage miles
Making with cigarette butts and used tires
To be poor is the anchor that makes us so sure

Your sandy voice across my brow you haven’t aged a day
Is it because you took a shortcut that
Makes people say you’re crazy
Is it true
You’re a time traveler, you
Is it true
I’ve seen crazy too

Can it be a comfort between us
Because I never want to know for sure

[Refrain, 2x]
Baby, I’m afraid
But it’s not your fault
Maybe I should go
Home alone tonight

The instrumental over the bridge

[Musical interlude]

Now I write this in a pale town
Where excitement is a yellow curd
My dream awake leaps through my window
From the highway

You turn my handles at the brake too late
It needs to tease metric tons
The crash comes, comes, comes
It goes down my public face
Behind the reservoir of collar bones
Forms two private lakes

Baby, I’m a fool

Hopping is so easy
You haven’t gained a day
To self-fulfilling prophecies
Who don’t even have each other
Not that we would ever get away with it

Preme – Loaded (feat. YG) lyrics

[Verse 1: Preme]
Both middle fingers to the force
I just left port in a Porsche
And I always chose money over war
Still ready for the beef but don’t talk to the pork
Just a young nigga from the way getting paid
We been living but I die for the homies any day
And they love me from the 6 to the Bay
Roll a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I’m way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by the morning
A-list bitch but her name ain’t important
If they buy a brick in my city I import it
Would shout out my connect but the feds might quote it
No 9 to 5 cause that shit look boring
New whip, new bitch and them hoes both foreign
Woah, middle fingers to the cops
Bitch I’m the boss on my block
My little bro changed since the day he got shot
Bandana and the hammer now we look like Pac
Just trying to make a million with this pen, get my niggas out the pen
Build a dozen niggas [?] and I do this shit again
Man I only got brothers, I ain’t never had friends
Getting dollars with them niggas that ain’t never had cents
Oh no

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

[Verse 2: YG]
No white T’s anymore, they don’t check ID’s anymore
Got a bitch named Christian Dior, cause all the bitch wear is Christian Dior
Catch a nigga ridin’ by myself
Got the nine on me, I ain’t really ridin’ by myself
I don’t need help, I count mine by myself
On a mission to the money, I designed by myself
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Backup nigga, watch how I blow this
This shit come and go, hocus pocus
Gotta keep a hundred some plays in motion
She tryna fuck all day and get loaded
I wanna fuck two, but I’m tryna get focused
Million dollars in there, what a nigga grossing?
Used to kick down the front door, now the door open
Ooh, we don’t fuck with the opps, baby tryna fuck up the knots
Oh, and if you fuck up tonight, we gon’ have to jack off the Glock
I’m just tryna cop a house in the hills, couple mills
Can I live?, big steak on the grill
In the safe half a mill, [P Reign] 4 hundred
OVO 4 hundred, six side so trill

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

Remy Ma – Melanin Magic (Pretty Brown) (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro]
Pretty brown eyes
You know!

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
I got that up north glow, body lookin’ like cinnamon
I’m runnin’ shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament
Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin
Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard
I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin’
Always fly, I stay in a cockpit
I want it, I cop it
Opened the door, then locked it
Every time Remy touch the city, stop it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’ma real rider, rap crown taker
Ass so soft because it’s not fake
I can show you how to move in a room full of whole bitches
He met me and now he don’t even know bitches
I see you, be on IG "I’m thick"
You sit down you need an IV
Show me your ID ’cause I don’t know you chicks
You scared of heights (no?)
Well then jump off my dick

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You know I don’t care bring that ass right here for me
Take it all off for me baby, lemme see somethin’
I know you the best for me, you a real winner
Baby girl you bad as fuck, I’m a real nigga
You know, you know that ill always be there for you
Won’t let you go, I’ll always will take care of you
Because you’re mine, pretty brown eyes

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

The Magician – Las Vegas

featuring Ebenezer

Girl, your loving is way too dangerous
Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas
You want party favours
Are there any takers?
Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas

Yeah yeah yeah
You’re getting in free,
you didn’t even bring your ID
and you got work in the morning
But you don’t care, c’est la vie
Straight to the bar, order up a couple of drinks
Like a Cosmo with the mint like
and you got your friends here, your friends here

Girl, you’re scared of love
Let me do you right
Yeah, you need love
Let me do you right
You’ve been hurt before
Let me do you right
If you’re looking for love, girl
Let me do you right
(x2)

Girl, your loving is way too dangerous
Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas
You want party favours
Are there any takers?
Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas

Now you’re on the dancefloor
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
Don’t stop, love the way you shake it
Give you my body, but you gotta give me yours
Good God, I think I really hit the jackpot
So get the camera for the snapshot
You just gotta let down your hair, down your hair.

Girl, you’re scared of love
Let me do you right
Yeah, you need love
Let me do you right
You’ve been hurt before
Let me do you right
If you’re looking for love, girl
Let me do you right
(x2)

Girl, you can, you can be sure
That I’ll stay forever yours
Girl, you can, you can be sure
I’ll be forever yours.

Girl, you’re scared of love
Let me do you right
Yeah, you need love
Let me do you right
You’ve been hurt before
Let me do you right
If you’re looking for love, girl
Let me do you right
(x4)

Remy Ma – Melanin Magic (Pretty Brown) Lyrics

[Intro]
Pretty brown eyes
You know!

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
I got that up north glow, body lookin’ like cinnamon
I’m runnin’ shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament
Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin
Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard
I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin’
Always fly, I stay in a cockpit
I want it, I cop it
Opened the door, then locked it
Every time Remy touch the city, stop it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’ma real rider, rap crown taker
Ass so soft because it’s not fake
I can show you how to move in a room full of whole bitches
He met me and now he don’t even know bitches
I see you, be on IG “I’m thick”
You sick, damn, you need an IV
Show me your ID ’cause I don’t know you chicks
You scared of heights (no?)
Well then jump off my dick

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You know I don’t care bring that ass right here for me
Take it all off for me baby, lemme see somethin’
I know you the best for me, you a real winner
Baby girl you bad as fuck, I’m a real nigga
You know, you know that ill always be there for you
Won’t let you go, I’ll always will take care of you
Because you’re mine, pretty brown eyes

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson)

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
All in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, proving
There’s commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall but on the boarder
Pushing pen to the paper for peso
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference

Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
All in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, proving
There’s commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall but on the boarder
Pushing pen to the paper for peso
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference

Wiz Khalifa – Plane 4 U Lyrics

[Intro]
Hallo
Yeah I was trynna call and see what you was doing today and shit
Naw I ain’t busy
You the one the always got shit to do
Yeah yup
I know I always say that
But look I ain’t really got nothing to do later
And uhm, I was trynna see you if that’s cool
Yeah I just left the gym so
I’m gonna go to the crib and I’m come pick you up
Just listen for my car out front
Alright, I ain’t gon take too long
Where my keys at?
My bad

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh girl
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh girl

[Chorus]
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical

[Verse 1]
You know what I smoke
You know what I drive
You know where I stay
You frequently fly
We shop we buy
We don’t just be looking
We never be dry
I always supply it anytime you want
There ain’t no need to deny
You’re suppose to be in the sky
Some people think it’s a lie, but I don’t even know why
I put my weed in a cone
We smoking weed like a tribe
You smoking weed to get by
We smoking weed to survive
Smoking that medical

[Chorus]
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical

[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Yeaaheaa
This one goes out to all my patients and paitent-ettes
With that medical weed card yall
And I heard it’s legal in Nevada too
Recreation on Seattle
So if you got your ID
Make sure you show up to your local dispensary
And cop you some of that KK
And tell em I sent you
And to all the states that ain’t legalize it yet
Get on board man
We need the green
Make the world a better place
By putting the grass all in your face
Free the weed
Let everybody’s who’s locked up out of jail
And let all these patients get well
There ain’t nothing wrong with it
You was just raised to think it was bad
But now its time to change your mind
Open your eyes yall
Look around, everybody’s getting high

Corner store – Macklemore feat. Travis Thompson lyrics

Lyrics Macklemore – Corner store

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Okay, 2 A.M. I’m posted (I’m posted)
Dope all in my Jansport
Moving, the youth I run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Momma said “Pull your pants up”
Bending corners and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushin’, movin’ work, improvin’
There’s commas on the way
Put the p***y on pedestal
Blow the medical to the face
It’s evident on my face
Rollin’ heaven in my new Wraith
Declinin’ the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle plates
They all wanna know whats next, s**t, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your best s**t, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smokin’ just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go.

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor
Never smoked a backwood, it was all Swishers
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on a bag of Cuban Z’s, walkin’ off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Do that dirt and hop that fence
Roastin’, talkin’ s**t, we mobbin’, I just got my momma’s whip
We blow dank out that window, right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future
We was on the corner, posted
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow
On the rooftop smokin’
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag
I was just doing my thing
Hit the hot food aisle
Got the gizzards instead of the wings
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the..

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Takin’ my time, workin’ it out
Countin’ the coin, breakin’ my back
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, momma’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you order
S**t, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall, but on the border
Pushin’ pen to the paper for peso
They wanna Lego versuri-lyrics.info
Close construction, no room for the huevos
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay to date you, you get ousted, OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know, long as you comfortable, yeah.

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Corner store
That’s all
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the differenceee.
Macklemore lyrics
Video store

G Herbo – Head Right Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I grew up smart as fuck, bad as shit
But really like the least baddest kid that I was with
Cause foenem been wild and shit
Been violent and shit
Been came home from them interrogations, silent shit
Now we fly with felonies and no ID’s, private shit
I make money just appear and disappear, magic tricks
I was on some savage shit when I wasn’t really havin’ shit
I was callin’ home from police stations, no one answerin’
I wanted shoes and mom was broke so I ain’t even ask her then
I was way too young to hustle, told cuz’ let me bag it then

[Chorus]
I was in them trenches every night
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get my head right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my head right

[Verse 2]
I’m just tryn’ clear my head
Takin’ meds, chasin’ bread
Got so many niggas dead
And then the feds, you know I got to send them bread
Everything on the outside, all in they head
Other niggas with they bitches, all in they bed
I just tell them think ’bout this, we still on this mission
Tell them rock if you gon’ rock but jus’ don’t block the vision
Just don’t plot against me, just don’t turn against me
I grew up learnin’, listenin’, had no problem playing my position
Even if that came with ridin’ bitches
Just so we make history on our adventures
Just so we have victories and not endeavors
Put my life on line before when I would never
Told myself if you gon’ live life, it’s now or never

[Chorus]
I was in them trenches every night
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get my head right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my head right

Thomas Rhett – Sixteen (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Take a left here boy, take it slow
Don’t get distracted by that radio
I just rolled my eyes and I said, "Daddy, I know"
I’m fifteen, I ain’t green like some ol’ ten year old

[Chorus]
What I wouldn’t give to be sixteen, wild and free
Cruisin’ up and down main in my F-150
Roll the windows down, bass too loud From this burnt CD
I’ll be right where I wanna be when I’m sixteen
Sixteen, yeah

[Verse 2]
Now that I can drive, finally feel alive, but I got this curfew
Sneakin’ in late, smelling like my girlfriend’s perfume
People talk about college and knowledge and that’s alright
But all I’m thinkin’ ’bout is an unsupervised Saturday night

[Chorus 2]
What I wouldn’t give to be eighteen, wild and free
Buzzin’ off a can of the grizzly wintergreen
Lookin’ old enough to pull off this fake ID
I’ll be right where I wanna be
When I’m eighteen
Eighteen, yeah

[Bridge]
I’m old enough to smoke
I’m old enough to vote
But they turn me away when I go to the Cotton Eyed Joe
They say the grass is always greener
And I believe that’s right
But my friends are off to Vegas, they’re leavin’ me behind

[Chorus 3]
What I wouldn’t give to be twenty one, wild and free
Open up a cold one and drink it legally
Chase a bunch of girls, go see the world
Let my wild streak run
I’ll be right where I wanna be
When I’m twenty one, twenty one
(woah, when I’m twenty one)
(yeah, when I’m twenty one, it’ll be alright
(yeah, it’ll be alright, when I’m twenty one)

[Outro]
Now I’m twenty five and I’m drinking wine with my wife at home
Got a couple of dogs and a couple of songs on the radio
And we sit around and we laugh about how we used to be
When all we cared about was turning sixteen

Chance the Rapper – Big B’s (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce "where the truth at?"
Had to ask Rahm "where the truth at?"
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

Playboi Carti – New Choppa (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
Actavis pouring up lean
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the beam
I shoot like a king
All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, out with the hoe like I’m Ike
Stack up my cash like a hike, take advantage of the Sprite
Take the bando bring the height
We just go hard in the kitchen
Had a catch up with my bitches, they know that young nigga be living

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
I roll up an L in the lobby, my partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks, keep a chopper chop you if you try me bitch
Let’s see who next on my homi’ list, Carti like Rocky you bodied this
That’s my prerogative, shit on them that’s on my potty list
Accused of being boujee by a snobby bitch
Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I’m special that’s obvious
Rich ’cause my ideas
Run up the racks for most part I rap when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as fuck, I’m a hundred up
Swipe, swipe like I’m on a bus, it’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

Natasha Bedingfield – Let Go

I have to keep reminding myself
I’m not like anyone else
That’s my face on my ID
That makes me VIP
No one exactly like this
No one with my finger prints
No one can touch you like me
No I can’t fake what you see

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
You start with little changes till you don’t know who you are
Surround yourself with friends who only call you Superstar
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Ready steady, ready let’s go!
But you don’t know who you are

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

All the things I held in my fist
If I don’t let go I don’t exist
They become the things that define me
How I look and the things to buy me
That’s not important anymore
I feel me rising off the floor
Light as a feather
I’m carefree
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
It seems to me that’s so heavy and weighs you down like lead
Don’t wanna be someone I hate cause that don’t make no sense, no

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
(Ready set, ready let’s go)

Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
I’m free as a spirit

Yung Simmie – Mr Green Thumb (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Intro]
Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green Thumb
Yuhhh

[Hook]
Bitch I’m from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed, Mr. Green Thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo’ fucking head bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green Thumb

[Verse]
I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

[Hook]
Bitch I’m from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed, Mr. Green Thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo’ fucking head bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green Thumb

Schoolboy Q – Dope Dealer (feat. E-40)

I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black
I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap
I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack
I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back
I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat
I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat
I use to fly around your city nigga no ID
I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy
We got F 57s and we savages, beasty
My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers
Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers
But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable
Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable
I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)
Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash
The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones
The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos
Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos
Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday
Get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low
Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go
Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’
We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled
You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips
Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip
I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came
They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame
I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope
The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow
We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep
I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

You heard what I mean, its your boy yeah its Smacc mane
Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean
We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man
You funky cock biatch

White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom
White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom