Producer Rvssian Defends His Jamaican Card Amidst “Privilege” Criticisms

Producer Rvssian was forced to defend his Jamaican card while getting criticized for being “privilege.”

As the world continues to confront systemic prejudices in the wake of George Floyd’s death, one of our own has had ?to defend his love for his country and his people. Jamaican producer Rvssian says trolls and ‘Jamaicans hiding behind their phones’ moved him to address the fact that “Jamaican” is not skin color or a set story, and regardless of circumstance, we’re one nation. In a series of subtweets, the international hitmaker shut down the Twitter fingers, pointing at his privileged upbringing as an indication that his patriotic comments are insincere.

Undertones of classism and colorism are prevalent in Jamaica, where a common assumption is that those removed from stories of struggle do not have an authentic enough Jamaican experience or voice. It’s an interesting accusation considering Rvssian’s career started with heavy involvement in the local music industry, boasting various collaborations with the likes of Taurus Riley and the Teacha, Vybz Kartel.

Setting his sights further in recent times, the producer has advanced his career, landing hits like “Writing on the Wall” featuring Cardi B and “IDKW” featuring Young Thug, Swae Lee, and Shenseea. Even with the groundwork and recent wins, naysayers still set out to call out Rvssian in the comments, as ZJ Sparks neatly put it. “Did your ancestors build the nation? No. you are NOT a descendant of enslaved people who were wrongfully subjected to inhuman treatment yet still the country was built off of their backs. Now go and sit down,” one fan commented.

Others insisted his background is still worth mentioning in regard to his current success: “Privilege doesn’t mean you didn’t work hard. It’s not an attack on all the hard work you did. It simply means you’ve had it easier than other people. A lot of people have some form of privilege they were born with. It cant be prevented but it can be acknowledged.” The rest of the feedback was incredibly positive, urging him to ignore them, go harder at his craft, even citing the proverb, “If a cow born inna a pig pen is still a cow doe listen dem yah yardie.”

Another summed up Rvssian’s own sentiments with a similar reaction to those questioning the depth of his roots. “Jamaica is not just struggles and ghetto stories. It’s a lot more than that. Everybody did not come from the ghetto. Not all Jamaicans grew up around violence and dysfunction. So because my struggles ate different, my story is not worth being told?”

Rvssian leveled the naysayers with a few receipts, including a photo of himself at an inner-city kid’s treat, and left some lines ‘for the trolls behind them phone on the net’: “God bless y’all. I’ma work harder just for you – hopefully you will grow to hate less. Hate blocks blessings. No negative vibes here.”

Is Rvssian right, or do you think the critics have a point?

Born and raised in jamaica ?? my entire life. But a lot of Jamaicans on the net behind their phones like to act like they more Jamaican than me for what reason ? Motto. Out of many, One people. Don’t lose yourself. I love my country and people.

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 4, 2020

Big up mi mother and father – love you?? Uno grow me to not judge & badmind. pic.twitter.com/Pm7M2Eiqmw

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 5, 2020

When I’m in streets in Jamaica ?? it’s all love. I love the people. Never no hate. But the trolls behind them phone on the net. God bless y’all. I’ma work harder just for you – hopefully you will grow to hate less. Hate blocks blessings. No negative vibes here.

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 5, 2020

Tivoli Gardens kids treat #FreeTittyman pic.twitter.com/i4IE44yCbu

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 4, 2020

Dem a guh roast u today

— Zj Sparks – Discipline Is Freedom?? ? (@Sparkiebaby) June 4, 2020

Rvssian born uptown . The man story good . Him wasn’t a notnice . And never struggle or have to beg no man him just work hard at his craft yes but he had financial and family support and that big boy his fault but . So don’t come like the man start from nothing .kmt

— scrappa (@876skyazpromo) June 5, 2020

but he should acknowledge that his family name and complexion made things way easier for him…it will make him come across more genuine

— ? (@M_Sceptre) June 5, 2020

Jahaziel – Makings Of Me Lyrics

[Intro]
They say what don’t break you will make you
My mum used to say
If you don’t hear then you must feel
This one just goes out to all those who helped me get here
And those who were helping me get there

[Verse 1]
From the waters burst
Nurse wasn’t sure at first
Told mum prepare for the worst
She’s headed for a premature birth
Pops stared at his wife
With tears in his eyes
She’s near to sparing her life
Prepare for the cesarean knife
They had to open her up, she did it
That’s why I’m here to show her what’s up, don’t get it
Twisted at all, I know I didn’t always listen at all
But I seen how you given your all, and I
Hope it’s all been worth it
Cause you know me
I wasn’t the easiest child to work with
I know that I was far from perfect
Sometimes you spoke a language of love I found hard to interpret
But I understand now I’m grown
A man can stand on his own
A man’s land is his home
When a man’s fam is his throne
And a real man will handle his own
I learned that from your words and the example you shown
Mum you flown home to Jamaica now
I pray this debut album will make you proud
Dad you wasn’t always around to raise your child
But I’m grateful how you still gave a great amount
I seen my fair share of rough living
Still I gotta give thanks for my upbringing
Cause what life could of been I will never know
But God works all things together for my better so

[Hook]
If you see me on the ends doing fine
Just know I coulda been up in the pen doing time
Though you might see my countenance shine
Know I still got mountains to climb
But thank God that His word is faithful
For this I’m eternally grateful
Now I see
It’s not just where the journey takes you
It’s the man that the journey makes you

[Verse 2]
I wasn’t raised in the church
I was raised on street life
And I seen the ways that it works
I’m no stranger to pains and hurts
Tried to escape the curse by blazing the herbs but
I found out the cycle get high then get low
Keeps going round like vinyl
And it’s going on a downward spiral
Couldn’t find a way out till I found the Bible
Shout to Simon for being a witness
Meeting me at my crib and just reading me Scriptures
And that’s the reason I writ this
Just wanna say bless to all my brothers and peace to my sisters
Cause without these people I wouldn’t be here
Gotta give a shout to the people who couldn’t be here
Like my cousin Carl and my boy Ashley
Mike Griffis Aunt Sharon and lil Alfy
To my grandfather and my girl Marsha
Young or old they made such early departures
It’s hard to express but you passed and the death
Told me to value the time I got left
It’s such a valuable blessing getting practical lessons
At Calvary Chapel from Robert, Patrick and Efrem
In fact big thanks to all of my pastors
Wayne Malcolm .. John Francis
Thanks to Dennis .. shout to Noel and Sharon
For loving me when some loved only my talent
Much love to the mandem in GreenJade
Without them I probably would of never have been saved
At times man I thought I would never see change
But thanks to my wife Nadine cause she prayed
And the names go on and on
I got a list way too long to say in this song
But I gotta stand and pay respect to the fam
That made me the man I am today
Truthfully I’m just fruit from the true Vine
Was blind but now the dude can see
I’m not saying that the truth is me
I’m just saying I’m grateful
Cause I ain’t what I used to be

​iLoveMakonnen – I REMEMBER Lyrics

I just, think about all my past times
Get on these fuckin’ tracks and make these words rhyme
I don’t even sell no dimes, cause I do not have no time
But I used to reminisce when me and my homies was on the grind
All the time, tryna shine cause we need them new things
Now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with 6 chains
I don’t even give a fuck, used to have a black truck
All the way in zip codes that I do not go no mo
Oh shit, I got shows every motherfuckin’ weekend
Me and my best friends ain’t fuckin’ speakin
‘
Got friends from down under arrivin’ in the morning
Tell ’em that Makonnen is the best thing goin
Worldwide, now you know it, finally I can show it
Young boy in the city lookin’ like I’m fuckin’ growin’
All the way with the moon, ocean sun when it be snowin
‘
I don’t know how I got it, I’m so thankful for the flowin’
My friends, once again, when they come back around
I remember all night, we was sellin’ that brown
To some motherfuckin’ junkies, I was actin’ like a monkey
Swingin’ off them god damn trees
Makin’ hunnid of them things
All damn night with the white, now a nigga barely see
Any type of fuckin’ drugs, who the fuck is me?
I just once was a young boy, on the fuckin’ corner
Sellin’ all this dope from Atlanta to California
And now I brought it back all the way to the West
Cuz them niggas in the East said that I was one of the best
So I’m like, let me go, see if the rumors true
When I step off in the room, niggas be mad at who?
When I step in studios, niggas tryna sound like who, now
God damn, I ride around in black fuckin’ coupes now
Don’t even need to pick it up
Nigga come deliver me
Feel like i’m dominos the way they fucking playing me
Oh shit is a game
Nigga love my last name
Girls want my last name
I switch them with my last game
Hit em with some new shit
Like how the fuck he do it
I remember being in church staring at the pool pissed
Like goddamn that water could make me feel stronger
Then i see that preacher daughter get killed by a gang banger
On the fucking corner and em girls was out here singing songs
Bout sweet jesus and how he was gon come back home
Put my whole family on as they fucking waiting
Niggas on the east side out here still hating
Cause they know that i’m great when i’m came from the south
Now i’m hottest in the north ain’t shit else to talk bout
I’m like damn Uncle Sam who the fuck is donald trump
These niggas done fucked up
Presidents be going up
Now the life in america is all about the money have no time for no jokes
Man ain’t seeing shit funny when my friends fucking dying and drugs fucking colliding everyday in communities
Bitches wanna do me
Niggas out here shooting bullets when we riding pass i’m like oh shit what happened i forgot about my dad
Cause that nigga did me wrong way back in ‘96 now i’m feeling like a bad dog
Looking like michael vick
Out here switching fucking teams can’t find my fucking path
I’m on the fucking road feeling so damn glad
That i have fucking twice another day at life
I remember last week when i felt like a bum
Shit be fucking popping now like a nigga is bubble gum
I remember being so broke i couldn’t afford no bubble yum
Now i’m see now and laters riding around in the latest jaguars supercars saying i’m a super star
And my mom came to my release
Thank god for warner but
Man i never swore that i would leave california
When i was young i felt dumb thought i had to be gang banging
Out here fucking slanging drugs but now all these songs i’m singing
I can’t think about no hook
History about these books all i know is fucking dope fiends and a few crooks that fucking switch they ways off in the usa
Now i feel like gps when i’m using that waze
In the app i can snap on any fucking rap but a nigga hate on me at the same time give me dap
I used to be a young fool now i’m feeling smarter
Goddamn thank god im feeling like a scholar
Didn’t go to college unless it was for beauty
Now the girls love me they want me out in movies
I done sign a stupid deal with a new agency
Hope they put me on a fucking tv show on channel E
Goddamn i’m entertaining oh shit ain’t complaining
Cause the money that i’m making is enough to buy jamaica uh
I love it but sometimes i dont uh
I think i’ll stay but sometimes i won’t
I swear that i should leave what’s is up my sleeve
Everybody hating, hating on me
So i fly all the time when i look at the moon
I remember being home making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember when i was young making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making all these songs back in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making songs in my room

With my dogs little two pit bulls
Man one of them just died i swear this shit ain’t cool
I been hurting so bad i can’t even call my dad
Thank god i got my mom hope that she ain’t feeling sad
Bout them rumors going round in the town
What they saying that i’m fucking new asian that i’m looking like satan
All i’m doing is K and the coke all night
I’m like momma no i’m not but she know i sold that white
So it might not sound to fucking far fetch
Plus you losing all this weight
Man you looking kinda sick
I’m like man no i’m not i be running in the morning
I’m practicing for the world stage so i can put a show on that is as good as beyoncé
Look for my fiancé
Retire off this rap shit
Chillin in a bungalow
Goddamn dont need no hoes
I just need the fucking cash
I remember being broke couldn’t afford fucking the dash
That’s the of us that be riding on western ave
I remember being down there crying for my dad
He like fuck you im leaving
I was out there weeping
Now i’m the man from akron to Cleveland
And beyond doing songs you know i can fucking snap
I be out here looking in the audience waiting for claps
But these niggas don’t give me claps
They just give me stank eye
So i’ve hit them with that whip
Cook that chicken one time
Now your girl said she wanna meet a kid backstage
I know what she really want just to hit it backstage and fuck around and break a condom so she could have my child and when a nigga fall off she said that i ain’t shit now
But i never will fall off cause i never got on
I’m the same little kid making songs in my room
Now when i fucking fly i just stare at the room at the moon in my room
At the same time im feeling like a bride and a groom
Why won’t somebody come and marry me
I been smoking all night i should fucking pay the fee to the goddamn smokers club weight i be be going up
Goddamn nobody fuck with me since i haven’t been going up on a fucking tuesday but i got new news today
I can make plenty songs slow it down anyway
All in the usa they know that i’m leaving soon
I remember making songs staring at the moon in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon cause i remember making songs in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon
Cause i remember being alone
Just making these songs in my room
Making these songs in my room
I remember being alone in my room
Starting at the moon

Migos – Intro Lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
My weed from Jamaica, my money older than Sega
Bust it open, then wait up, tell m, work out, then re-up

[Hook: Takeoff]
My diamonds sparkling, I be like the sargent
Pull up in the Astin Martin, leave in a Burperry carpet
Migo the label, but no no playing with paper
My shirt tiger striped, my shoes aligater
With the plug, never see it
Wip them chickens and pidgens, cokina and midgets, touch it, I flip it

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I remembered in school, teacher talkin bout history
I was tryna make history, up in that house in Beverly
I just called my jeweller, tell him bring me my rolly
In that muscle car, 12 pull me over for flexin

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I got sweet and sour chicken, lemon, go get me some beef
I got soldiers in the streets, I’m commander and chief
When the Js hit the dope, I bet those nose bleed
I got a plug from Mixico, and one plug that’s chinese
Bad bitch on my team, do whatever I please
Thick thais, brown eyes, she finesse you with eze
Think the jeweller got me sick, a chew, I sneez
Someone get me a key, I’ll just rest in peace
Last nigga try to jump, left him deceased
Then we dumped him in the river, body still won’t be seen

[Verse 3: Offset]
I’m a cool individual, selling dope, that’s my principle
Young like the siminals, baking soda a chemical
I done made it out vakent, had to lie on David
Keep the pistol like Peet, and keep the knife like I’m Jason
I ain’t Gigga for nothing, tell m fishing for money
Gotta bumblebee building, me and my crew, that’s some hundreds
Took the truck to Bahamas, pick the plug up from London
I be sellin so many fishes, call me Offset Benny Hanna
And the 9 is my ratchet, trappin and stampin on matress
Singing Tony Braxtin, and they all wet like napkins
Biggest bitches, I’m cravin, got that dope, so come taste it
No, my swag is not basic, pull up with a strap, no laces

Azealia Banks – Chi Chi lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

[Hook]
Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

[Verse 2]
Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

[Bridge]
Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)

[Verse 3]
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shaked in the middle of the fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

[Hook / Outro]
Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo

Fergie – L.A. Love (La La) lyrics

[Intro]
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
Mustard on the beat

[Verse 1]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m from
Finger on the pump make the sixth straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side east coast where you at
Just got to new york like a gnat on a jet
To London, to Brazil, to Quebec
Like the whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

Said back slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
Laid back slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say

Get in with the business
Ima be there in a minute
I just booked a pilot’s ticket
Thinking Russia needs a visit
I’ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Chorus]
L.A. got the people saying la la la la la
Brooklyn saying la la la la la
Halcyon saying la la la la la
Vegas saying la la la la la
Rio saying la la la la la
Tokyo saying la la la la la
Down under saying la la la la la
Miami saying la la la la la
Jamaica

Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go

[Verse 2]
Uh tell em where I’m at
From the plaques to the uh uh
Everything fat
Got Mustard on a track
My girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you’re
Atlanta, North South kick it ‘lac
Texas grill, Cadillacs through Miami then back
To London, Jamaica then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg, tell’em

Said back slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
Laid back slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say

[Chorus]
L.A got the people sayin’ la la la
Moscow, sayin’, la la la
España, la la la
Kingston, sayin’ la la la
San Diego sayin’ la la la
Chi-Town sayin’ la la la
Germany, sayin’ la la la
La Punta sayin’ la la la
Ibiza

Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go

[Chorus]
L.A got the people sayin’ la la la
Amsterdam, sayin’, la la la
Frisco sayin’, la la la
Switzerland sayin’, la la la
Sao Paulo sayin’, la la la
Joburg sayin’, la la la
Mexico sayin’, la la la
Stockholm sayin’, la la la
Jamaica

You on that Cali shit

You like to like it
We like seeing it
Yes you can join us now
We like to love it
We like to love it
We like to love it

Fergie – L.A. Love (La La) (Remix) lyrics

(feat. YG)

[Intro]
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)

[Verse 1]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m from
Finger on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you at?
Just got to New York like a net on a jet
To London, to Brazil, to Quebec
Like the whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

[Pre-Hook 1]
Laid back, slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
So lay back, slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say, get in with the business
I’ma be there in a minute
I just booked a Paris ticket
Thinking Russia need a visit
I’ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Hook 1]
L.A. got the people saying (la la la la la)
Brooklyn saying (la la la la la)
Hacienda saying (la la la la la)
Vegas saying (la la la la la)
Rio saying (la la la la la)
Tokyo saying (la la la la la)
Down under saying (la la la la la)
Miami saying (la la la la la)
Jamaica

[Post-Hook]
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how it goes

[Verse 2]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m at
From the plaques to the (uh uh)
Everything fat
Got Mustard on a track
My girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you’re
Atlanta, north-south cack a lack
Texas grill, Cadillacs through Miami then back
To London, Jamaica, then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

[Pre-Hook 1]
Laid back, slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
So lay back, slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say, get in with the business
I’ma be there in a minute
I just booked a Paris ticket
Thinking Russia need a visit
I’ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Pre-Hook 2]
Get in with the business
When I come from Kansas City
Hit Manila till it’s Christmas
Out to India I’ll visit
Puerto Rico is exquisite
Bring my people back to Venice

[Hook 2]
L.A. got the people saying (la la la la la)
Moscow saying (la la la la la)
España (la la la la la)
Kingston saying (la la la la la)
San Diego saying (la la la la la)
Chi town saying (la la la la la)
Germany saying (la la la la la)
La Puente saying (la la la la la)
Ibiza

[Verse 3: YG]
W-E-S-T S-I-DE
Where you from? I’m from west side California baby
Brought her and fucked in our backyard, the minute it ain’t hard
My mama be like “YG you so brazy”
Have you ever seen a gangsta nigga make a billion dollars?
Dre did it, he from L.A so pop yo collar
The LAPD be all over me
Tryin’ to ban me from my own bity
But for no reason the cops just kill me
Home of the Rodney King riots this shit been wild
I hit the club and party like I scored a touchdown
I pop a bottle and all the models wanna fuck now
We jammin’ on Pico, bustin’ hoes on Sunset
I could take you to Venice Beach and watch the sun set
Or I could take you to the Blippers game, court seat, floor side
Eatin’ on Roscoe’s chicken wings

[Hook 3]
L.A got the people saying (la la la la la)
Amsterdam saying (la la la la la)
Frisco saying (la la la la la)
Switzerland saying (la la la la la)
Sao Paulo saying (la la la la la)
Jo’burg saying (la la la la la)
Mexico saying (la la la la la)
Stockholm saying (la la la la la)
Jamaica
(La la la la la)

[Outro]
You on that Cali shit
Profit [?] feel whatever
You like to like it
We legalizing it
Yes you can join us now
We like to love it
We like to love it
We like to love it

A$AP Ant – Acne Jeans lyrics

(feat. LuLu P)

[Hook: A$AP Ant]
Uh, look at my bitch, she lit
Look at the sauce, it drip
Prada, look at the kicks
Suckin’ my dick, no kiss
Got an outfit, can’t afford it
So many swags in my closet
[?] my pocket [?] they keep fallin’
Bentley my truck got me parallel parking

[Verse 1: A$AP Ant]
Gun like a blunt we gon’ pull up and spark ’em
Got a white bitch and she came from Wisconsin
Fucked her then eat her [?]
Stackin’ my Acne, my pants they keep fallin’
Go to Jamaica to swim with the dolphins
Out of this world, man I feel like a martian
Own the whole building I don’t need apartments
[?]

[Verse 2: LuLu P]
4 white bitches with me at the garden
And another young nigga going harder
On a nigga top like a barber
Filled with the infantry, they wanna get with me
Baby is you [?]
These bitches they know how I came in
These niggas dickriding [?]
I know you niggas tender
I put your bitch in a blender (aye)
You got that bitch off of Tinder
I know you niggas beginners
[?]
Bitch, I just do it like the night check
[?] 1, 2, mic check
I do this shit for the right check
I know the thrill [?] like that
I’m from MD bitch I’m like that
Bitch [?] mic check
Your baby daddy he tight cap
She sent the message through snap cat
They send the pussy through Snapchat
These niggas skinny they rap snap
Pull around you get blasted

[Hook: A$AP Ant]
Look at my bitch, she lit
Look at the sauce, it drip
Prada, look at the kicks
Suckin’ my dick, no kiss
Got an outfit, can’t afford it
So many swags in my closet
[?] my pocket [?] they keep fallin’
Bentley my truck got me parallel parking

J. R’Mani – Hugh & U lyrics

Yeah…
It’s your boy J. Are man…
This one goes out to the real people
Them real ones in my life…
Okay…
I don’t know maybe you could relate…
So Ima take you way back…
Back before the journey man…
Show you who I’m talking bout…
Take this ride with me…
Let’s go…

Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston
Where og’s be gettin it
And them yungins
Be raising big guns…
Type of lifestyle
We lived inside the garrison
Ain’t no comparison
Stay finding bodies in barrels son…
So embarrassing
To be hungry for days
See mama crying for pay
As she sweat over pales
Tryna make it through the day
Just to put food on our plates
It’s not a beautiful state
I swear to god
I’m might lose it today…

Change up
Up in New York
Different place
Different pace
Still suffering wasn’t a new sport
Had to speed up my mind
Before I lose thought
And get my ass on the grind
Before I drew short
Makin moves north
Linkin up with homies and cronies
I knew since high school
The right dudes
To help me get on my twos
Fought…
Through all the shit
Hustling everyday
To say look nigga
What paying my fucking dues bought…

But I knew nought
That all that shit is just a phase
Til them boys in them suits
And them blues caught
Up to me
Cuz man eventually
All that shit you see on tv
Isn’t really what it appears to be
But with reality
Being so unscrupulous
I had to shoot for bust
Do it for my family
And beat it
Til them shooters rust…
Cuz ain’t nobody here
Gon do for us
So it’s winning
And nothing less
There ain’t no lose to us…

I do it for
Hugh
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
(If I shine, You shine)
(Do the crime, Not time)
(On that grind, Til we fine)
Yeah for you…
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
And that’s the way how I feel
Cuz all I see now is fake
Can’t lose my grip on what’s real…

And this is real and it kills
Sometime I wonder
How my mama used to pay them bills…
With no daddy around
Shit nobody around
I put my head on the ground
Screaming loud
But really there ain’t no sound…
I pray to god for a sunny day
Cuz I swear my mama tears
This world could wash away…
I wonder why she never runaway
And I ain’t talkin in a funny way
But if I pick up this gun up
I’m sure I’m robbing someone today…

Man…
If she knew what I was doing
Saw me in them streets
Her image of me would be ruined
I know she wants what’s best for me
But it ain’t easy see
Her hiding her emotions
Switching her pillow cases every morning…
Her eyes swollen
As if she’s mourning
But she told me never give up
Keep my head up
And focus on what’s important…
But how could I not
When I’m feeling helpless
God help me
Before I start kicking doors in…

It’s been a trip, shit
But you never flipped
Our past written
Could of hit a couple mil on script…
I remember when bud fell out
Not even a tear fell out
Searching for niggas whereabouts
Dying to fuckin air them out…
But you hold me and told me
That I should focus on my goals
Don’t let the devil control me…
And even with your
Roller-coaster emotions
You raised five kids
All by your lonesome
That’s why…

I do it for
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
(You the best and you’re mine)
(Mama your love is refine)
(Give you the world)
(Still I’m trying)
Yeah for you…
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
And that’s the way how I feel
All I see now is fake
Can’t lose my grip on what’s real…

And you…
You were throughout the storm too
Kept me warm, felt the love
Throughout your arms too…
When these streets
Were too much for me to take
You held me down
I swear you hiding a cape
You never lost your faith…
Never tripped on how much
I used to accumulate
You was never fake
Guess it was fate
For me to meet you when I did
Cuz if I didn’t
Maybe by now
I would’ve already
Passed the pearly gates…

Remember when tony got shot
I had to rush the block
Poppin shots
At fuck niggaz
Trying to off they tops…
But it got hot with cops
Then you pulled up on spot
Peeped it all
Then came over girl
And locked my glock…
I remember when I wrote my first rap
You heard it and clapped
Then put my head up in your lap
And said do it baby
Don’t let you nothing you hold back
Now I’m doing it
Headed to the top
Girl ain’t no looking back
Cuz…

I do it for
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
(I gotta make you my bride)
(For you forever I’ll ride)
(Do it all for your smile)
Yeah for you…
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
And that’s the way how I feel
All I see now is fake
Can’t lose my grip on what’s real…

Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston, Kingston…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston, Kingston…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston, Kingston…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston…

I do it for
Hugh
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
(If I shine, You shine)
(Do the crime, Not time)
(On that grind, Til we fine)
Yeah for you…
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
And that’s the way how I feel
Cuz all I see now is fake
Can’t lose my grip on what’s real…

Robin Thicke – Blurred Lines (feat. T.I. & Pharrell) lyrics

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Intro:]
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Robin Thicke Verse 1:]
If you can’t hear what I’m trying to say
If you can’t read from the same page
Maybe I’m going deaf
Maybe I’m going blind
Maybe I’m out of my mind

[Robin Thicke Bridge:]
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don’t need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a

[Robin Thicke Hook:]
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Robin Thicke Verse 2:]
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky, you wanna hug me
What rhymes with hug me
Hey!

[Bridge:]
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don’t need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a

[Robin Thicke Hook:]
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[T.I. Verse 3:]
Hustle Gang Homie
One thing I ask of you
Lemme be the one you back that ass up to
From Malibu to Paris boo
Had a bitch, but she ain’t bad as you
So, hit me up when you pass through
I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on ’em even when you dress casual
I mean, it’s almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by
Nothin’ like your last guy, he too square for you
He don’t smack that ass and pull your hair like that
So I’m just watching and waitin’
For you to salute the true big pimpin’
Not many women can refuse this pimping
I’m a nice guy, but don’t get confused, this pimpin’

[Robin Thicke Breakdown:]
Shake your rump
Get down, get up-a
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you don’t like work
Hey!

[Robin Thicke Verse 4:]
Baby, can you breathe
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur
No more pretending
Cause now you’re winning
Here’s our beginning
I always wanted a

[Robin Thicke Hook:]
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Bridge:]
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Outro:]
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Sean Paul & David Guetta – Mad Love (feat. Becky G)

[Intro: Becky G]
Jiggle up yuh body
Jiggle up yuh sinting

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love

[Verse 1: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Baby girl cau’ me lovin’ how your body fat
Gimme some a dat
Lovin’ how your booty pop when the beat drop
Come in my baby when you do it is a wrap
Love the energy when you fling it up back
Steppin’ in gyal you pepparin’, you ever look hot
Epic win gyal, you know say you never yet flop
I know I see weh mi wah fi attack
Mi eye deh ‘pon she, precise and exact

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you going so hard? (Do it, girl)
Boy, I’m tryna to be good but you’re making me be so bad
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)

[Verse 2: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Spin like a propeller you a da in ting
Spin my girl, cau’ you know how to swing
Jiggle up your body, Jiggle up di sinting
Unquestionable you a run the sinting
Stepping in, ’bout to get it but you ever look hot
I’m the queen, boy, you know that you never yet flop
Are yoy ready fi a night of loving wid the stamina king?
Mi hear you body callin’

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo, woo, woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you makin’ it so hard?
Ain’t it good enough for you
You ready break down my guard (Bing, bing, bing)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (Let go)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Woop, woop, woop, woop)

Chris Brown – I Love Her Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
Baby, I know you gon’ blame me for every problem (na na no, yeah)
Know everybody got some skeletons in their closet (oh yeah, huh)
You’re always saying I don’t love you right? (I know you would, huh)
And now you looking for somebody that’s gon’ do you better
I know you fuck with bitches, hope they get you wetter
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hope you niggas get some bitches in Jamaica
Me no gon’ deal with fuck freaky, just paper
I know you better, when we all alone
Fuck a text message or a letter, bitch, we grown
Bein’ sneaky and fuckin’ with a lame nigga
Live your life, bet you, you won’t be the same nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
They say haters be in they feelings
I’ve been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go
‘Cause I see that you love different
My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go

[Chorus]
But I love, I love her, I love her, I can’t let it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love, I love her, I can’t let it go (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma do what I got to do, baby
But I love, I love, I love her, I can’t let her go

[Verse 2]
When I lick the pussy, don’t hear talkin’
I’m not gonna, I’m gon’ haffi find a way out
You want that boxer right now, get me vexed, turn the lights down
Don’t let these girls fuck your head up
I wanna lick it so you tell your bitches I did my thing
Even though you said you wouldn’t say nothin’
Tryna get your bitches away from me
Pour up a eight up, I just light some

[Pre-Chorus]
They say haters be in they feelings
I’ve been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go
‘Cause I see that you love different
My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go

[Chorus]
But I love, I love her, I love her, I can’t let it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love, I love her, I can’t let it go (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma do what I got to do, baby
But I love, I love, I love her, I can’t let her go

Rick Ross – Tiptoe’n

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 1]
Flowers for the bitches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard so I fuck ’em all
I got Bally’s on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it’s the summertime
Ship my Bentley to Jamaica, "what the bumbaclot?"
My bitch dressed to the floor, that pussy Rastafari
Top shotta told me, "[? batty boy]"
Kidnapping charges, walk up in the with John Gotti’s lawyer
I’m tiptoe’n out the court, hope you don’t speak to me
Just respect a nigga name or die peacefully
I don’t fuck with sucka’ niggas, that’s the other side
And they still do B&E, that’s on my brotha side

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 2]
The bitches for the playas, guns for the goonies
I’m addicted to this way, I’m accustomed to movie
Cigars in the mornin’, lobsters and the omelette
Your vibe not the vibe if money not the topic
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hop in the 650
Got another young nigga gettin’ rich with me
I’m flossing just to floss, I hustle to the core
I said the biggest boss, I always wanted more
Real estate, you gotta’ see a nigga gates
[?],cell phones on his waist
You know the streets will come all hell up in the ‘fits
I went and got the stick, they said it’s hit or miss
I’m still fuckin’ bitches out the magazine
Better log-on young niggas havin’ things
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, nigga
I bumped into Carmelo in the Wraith, nigga

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 3]
Touch a couple dollars, time to pay your taxes
Keep another seven figures in a pissy mattress
Forbes list, five years, niggas started clappin’
Feds indicted half the city so I started rappin’
Her baby-daddy went to prison, shorty started strippin’
Then I got a pint of sirrup and we started sippin’
I pull up in a Wraith, them bitches saw the difference
Stop dissin’ pussy niggas, ain’t no competition
When you pull up to the crib you see the waterfalls
You would think that I produced TLC Waterfalls
Them boys was sellin’ crack while they was smokin’ speed
This only type of profit come from overseas

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

Busta Rhymes – Girlfriend (feat. Tory Lanez & Vybz Kartel)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo this shit sound like
This shit sound like the welcome music when you just landed in Kingston, Jamaica on a private nigga!
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Mommy on the dance floor she shake for me
Okra , steam fish prepare for me
Introduce her to my mother in another country (Fuck no!)
Make sure you never test me
Two branch chop off
Boil up the sensi
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Selector dem a play tune and me a MC
Or nah! Or nah! a Or nah me say Or nah !
All a the gyal them weh a dance u need fi go slow
Yeah yeah
Mom inna me section she a undress for me
In case you don’t, everything bless for me, Yeah!
Boof Baaf! beat a little boy carefully Koof Kaaf!
Beg you to watch here for me
Shoot that!
Gyal pull down your brazier for me
A you that ?

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel]
Nicki Minaj booty squeeze it
Bet you say you love stew peas
Riri she have a fat coochie
Beyonce, big up Jay-Z
Ten gyal inna me Benz
Is a Sex-UV
Fuck pan the seat make the bedroom sleep
Plug in me matic fi go on the street
Look out the window, fucking police
Dawg oh no, who called the po-po that’s a no no
Me soon know who dweet
Loud with the weed me nuh care who see it
Busta which gyal that ? Who she ?
Babes ya forward ?

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

Verse 3: Tory Lanez

[]

Chorus (Busta Rhymes):
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
[]

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
You can’t tell me this shit don’t feel like vacation
This shit feel like vacation nigga!

Island girls – Hood Celebrityy feat. Cardi B lyrics

Lyrics Hood Celebrityy – Island Girls

Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island giiirls
Guy, wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island giiirls.

No one can wind like my island girl
Act like a fly, that’s my island girl
Poppin’ champagne with my island girl
Come fly away to my island, girl.

Spanish gyal, me a dem freaky
Jamaicans, take ya man easy
Chinese gyals, they may talk to ta freely
Aye Hatian gyals, they may give it to you nasty
Trini giiirls, they love di body
Trini giiirls, they love to party
African giiirls, them all to party
African giiirls, them wan all di money
Whatever we do, tell nobody
Island giiirls like to have fun and party
Dress wit no panties
Gonna get a little bit nasty
Like right now
Like right now
Like right now
Like right now.

Island giiirls
Wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island giiirls
Island giiirls
Guy, wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island giiirls.

Island girl, island girl
Me a true Dominican girl, darling girl
My shi den kin a face up, bilingual
Watch me, no follow me
Rok, me no follow gyal
Me no
Me no
Me no, me no follow gyal
Watch dem a follow me
But me no follow gyal
Spill on the tip but me never give no time to chance it
Come to the coast to pay it my take
Gyal to expect us to ooh she can’t fix.

No one can wind like my island girl
Act like a fly, that’s my island girl
Poppin’ champagne with my island girl
Come fly away to my island, girl.

Time where?
Oh come air
Everything I got is all for you
Dem Haitian giiirls make me say ay, ay, ay
And you know it’s true
Oh yeah versuri-lyrics.info
All my island giiirls (all my island giiirls)
Yeah you know you run the world (you know you run the world)
The Caribbean giiirls (The Caribbean giiirls)
You know you run the world (you know you run the world)
Jamaica
Alize
Diana
Dominican
Got Cuba
Barbados
Antigua
Incinca.

Island giiirls
Wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island giiirls
Island giiirls
Guy, wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island giiirlsss.
Hood Celebrityy lyrics
Video girls

Meek Mill – Team Rich Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, mmm, turn the beat up a lil’ beat
Yeah, it should never be one nigga that’s the head of the crew
‘Cause if that one nigga go to jail, fall, die or somethin’, everybody falls
We live by this shit
If you got money, you fall, it gon’ catch you
When the whole team rich

[Chorus]
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich

[Verse 1]
Really want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit but it don’t mean shit
Look at what pop did to Mitch, he done move thirteen bricks
Niggas ain’t loyal, these bitches ain’t loyal so we never trust ’em
I lay with that chopper, I sleep with one eye open these niggas’ll touch ya
I go to sleep with that Mac on the dresser
Shit, I feel like Tony Montana
Pray we don’t go to the slammer
They just got here for a hammer
I ’bout to go to Atlanta before I go banana
Prayin’ these lawyer fees, coppers follow me, watch me, recordin’ me
Pussy niggas, they said, they ain’t started me
Put a price on my head, try to order me
I’m like, look what this money shit doin’ to me
It can make us or break us
I never fake with the fakers
I’m gettin’ money, shit, I got your bitch in Jamaica
Dirty whinin’, rolling papers
Never minding for your favours
Fuck, it’s time we do it major
We’ve been grinding for a minute
Bust a hundred with my niggas
That’s the only way I’m living

[Chorus]
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich

[Verse 2]
You know I ride for my dawgs
It’s always down for my dawgs
No switching sides on my dawgs
I done sold nickels and now they fuck [?] with my dawgs
Nigga, it’s deep
We do not fall out for bitches ’cause we done fucked all of them bitches
I’m alley-ooping these hoes, I get all my assistants
You know I’m ball with my niggas (Woo)
Time to get back on that trill shit
Came in the game with some real shit
You came in the game with some bullshit
I turn it on when I wanna hit my kill switch
I make a mill’ quick, then I double up
I came from the bottom like a upper-cut
When the feds came, got the bubble-guts
Shit, I pray to god, it ain’t one of us
I pray to god, I don’t fuck this up
But then make a nigga get a hundred bricks
Passing, blowing shit, probably blow this shit
Shit, they said I can’t do a show and shit
They ain’t know the shit that I’m goin’ through
I never show that shit, I’m immune to it
I should kill these niggas, let my goons do it
I can smell the money, it coming soon to us

[Chorus]
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich

G Herbo – 4 Minutes of Hell Part 5 Lyrics

Yall know what the fuck this is
Yall know exactly what this is

My lil cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies
But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby
He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati
Everybody in the race, I’m tryna cop Bugatti’s
Lost my ?? a year, but ain’t nobody rob me
We’ll come shoot up the party, ain’t no Lodi Dodi
I got niggas calling my phone from the federales
Told me niggas breaking bad, ain’t sent him 20 dollars
I remember breaking bread with like 20 heads
Imagine me behind the walls for like 20 years
Feeling like I’m dead, I couldn’t even make my bed
I ain’t have no spread
Project still 10 toes bitch and only got 1 leg
Niggas only had 1 life to live, never got no bread
Can’t think back on his decisions now he ain’t got no head
Niggas don’t really be clapping that lead
Yeah, really be scared
My niggas gon’ hop out killing instead
Make sure you cover them dreads
You in the streets better cover your tracks
You can’t talk to that hoe when you going to bed
Wonder how you end up shot in the back
Same way she was for you, that hoe going again
Next thing you know that hoe going again
Yeah gone with the wind
Bitches don’t know when I’m calling again
Next week I’m all in her friends
.40 Glock all in my drawers again
To walk through the mall again
I made 50 songs, had to ball again
Bitch go leak em all again
I’m making songs like Future, I got a future
And I be up with the roosters
Fuck niggas really be losers, really be using
Thats why I’m dolo as usual
And that’s why I tote my own pole with the shooters
I can’t be in this shit snoozing
If a nigga ain’t shooting he ducking or running
And I can’t be in this shit choosing
I remember I used to just play with a 100
Then graduated to 2’s
I remember I used to just bag up them onions
Then graduated to moving
And really my life is a movie
Real diamonds and gold in my jewerly
If you think you gon’ make it, nigga come take it
It do not matter, got Uzi’s
Told my Jeweler to make it, 80 point bracelet
Now ain’t no wonder she naked
Told lil bro to get closer to knock off his face
Cuz we don’t get niggas mistaken

Yeah we fry niggas like bacon
We find niggas like Taken
I’m from 0-7-9
I’m dropping 5’s
And I’m still slamming the rake’s
Still grippin four nickels and S 550’s
This what ima slide on the jakes in
They can’t catch me cuz them squad cars basic
Me and foenem up in our cars racing
Ain’t no pulling over, so we in hot cars daily
And we ain’t instagraming shit, ain’t no haha Davis
I got the gun with the light and the laser
I live my life and the light is amazing
I used to lean on a lot of the lazy
I would just lay back literally lettin her lick me
She did it long like my lady
I think her name was Lindsey, Lala, Lisa, Laura
I’ll get with her later
But I know I’m gon get this to this paper
Yeah I gotta get to the guap
If I don’t ima get on a caper
Soon as I used to get on the block
Police tryna give a nigga the vapor
Why they thinkin I’m gettin niggas knocked off
I’m somewhere way out here in Jamaica
Now I’m gettin a nigga knocked right off the map
Cuz my paper major
Everyday of my life I talk to Cap
He said don’t go to no major
So I ain’t go to no major
Still get major paper
Ain’t got no events, we hit a 100 bands
I been fucking hoes that had another man
See 2 50’s on the weekend, that was running in
We still counting rolls, traveling for shows
30 in bulk, 20 and 30 a show
Ain’t’ fucking no dirty hoes
No I ain’t broke no more
My mama don’t live in the hood no more
I ain’t in the hood no more
I barely pop out in the hood no more
And the henny ain’t worth it no more
Nah I ain’t working no more
I ain’t tryna blow 30s no more
You can’t see me in person no more
I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more
Yeah, I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more
A lot of shit ain’t worth it no more
Can’t see me in person no more
Nah I ain’t working no more
Them lil disses ain’t working no more
You lil niggas ain’t worth it no more

G Herbo, back on my old shit man
You know I’m still on some new shit
You know I’m bossed up, embracing all my power
But I’m back on my old shit man, I don’t give a fuck
Bout none of that shit niggas talkin’ bout
We still on gangsta shit, we still seeing niggas
In public, in the club, smacking the shit out niggas
Hittin’ niggas with bottles, pistol-whipping niggas
All that gangsta shit, with all this ice on
All these VV’s on, Rollies on, all that nigga
We got 30’s on us, Glocks, FN’s, all that shit, you know
Still dropping 4 Minutes Of Hell on you fuck niggas
This part 5 right here, in case you didn’t know
You know what I’m saying, free all my niggas
R.I.P. my niggas man, I’m in the studio right now
Got my big bro in here, Sizzle, with me, top in here
You know, brazy, Big B’s, you know, G-Squeak
In this bitch, uh huh… for real, and we got more guns
Than us… for real, for real, for real, for real, for real….
Them bitches ain’t never touching Instagram
Nothin, none of that, never seeing Instagram
Snapchat, none of that silly ass shit you niggas
Doing, cuz we out here for real (bitch)…

ASAP Twelvyy – Castle Hell (12 Album)

[Intro]
Yo, yeah
Shit is real
Yeah

[Verse 1]
S’nothin’ greater
Than countin’ paper in front of haters that hated
They tried to cut off my cable
Couldn’t even watch the wire
Ain’t even see the Lakers
But a nigga see a kid meet his maker
Shit is like Jamaica with them shottas
If you playin’ with that paper
They’ll make you see the fire or
They’ll take you to the lake
Put your face up on the flyer ’cause I know that you ain’t make it
This is Castle Hell
City by the sea, the Devil’s favorite
I was raised up, up in building 8
(?),(?)
Dealt it raw, Seal your fate
Million more, (?) with my nigga Bill
You know that nigga ill

My YGs be on that gun until they die shit

[Verse 2]
The flight longer than the stay
My nights longer than my day
Shit, these Nikes on me got a ray
I’m a star myself

Chronixx – Ghetto Paradise (Chronology Album)

[Intro]
You living the life in the ghetto paradise
You living that life in the ghetto paradise

[Verse 1]
Mi nuh know how mi survive the hardship weh in ya
Life never sweet like ah chocolate vanilla
Train line mi born mi nuh born inna villa
Likkle monkey watch how you ah talk to Gorilla
Cah, the government buy arms give the killer
Two party ah flex like a party dem inna
Accepting presents from foreign government
Weh still ah fool dem and a school dem and a khaki dem in
Good god of Moses and Rodney the Killer
Poor people fed up and we can’t sim simmer
Can hardly survive as a blasted singer
Much less a baller who is a rahtid winger
Have a right foot like a David Villa
Him mother still ah sell inna market
Jamrock is a precious stone still it’s far from a diamond, take it from I man

[Chorus]
Even though Jamaica nice
You gotta live to save your life
After the sunset comes the darkness of the night
Better open up your eyes
You’ve gotta read between the lines
Living in the ghetto paradise

[Verse 2]
Jamaica spiritually irie
Pretty and it nice
Still a ghetto paradise and mi nah apologise
It Slippery and it slidey
Di government ah lie
Dem trick we and dem buy we
Di chicken and di fries
Spend a little of your time
You giggle and you smile
But even if you try
You couldn’t live some ah we life
Riverton ah bun, di likkle pickney dem a cry
Di chubby bottle dem ah pile up on the river side
And den you talk how Jamaica sweet
Wah sweet you will rotten your teeth
And in the streets it nuh nice and easy
Shot a beat, ghetto youths can’t sleep
And then you talk how Jamaica nice
You say you living in a paradise
Poverty whistle like a Christmas breeze, yeah
You better take my foolish advice

[Chorus]
Even though Jamaica nice
You gotta live to save your life
After the sunset comes the darkness of the night
You better open up your eyes
And read between the lines
When you’re living in the ghetto paradise

[Bridge]
Survival
Only the fittest
Shall make it out of this jungle alive
Survival
Jah is my witness
The darkest hours of the night is just before daylight

[Chorus]
Even though Jamaica nice
You gotta live to save your life
After the sunset comes the darkness of the night
You better open up your eyes
Gotta read between the lines
When you’re living in the ghetto paradise

[Outro]
Living in the ghetto, ghetto paradise
Living in the ghetto, ghetto paradise
Living in the ghetto, ghetto paradise
Living in the ghetto, ghetto paradise

Sean Paul – Temperature (Dutty Classics Collection Album)

The gal dem Schillaci…Sean da Paul
So me give it to…so me give to…so me give it to…to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty…
Baby girl…all my girls…all my girls…Sean da Paul sey…
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin’ you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I…
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom! Oh oh!
Make I see the gal them broke out on the floor from you
Don’t want no worthless performer
From you don’t want no man way can’t turn you on gal
Make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can’t tan pon it long…naw eat no yam…
No steam fish…nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna…
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin’ you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I…
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom! Oh oh!
Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out
But you no wasters cause gal you "Empress" out
And if you des out a me you fi test out,
Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress out…
Me hafta flaunt it because me God Bless out…
And girl if you want it you hafta confess out…
A no lie way we need set speed a fi test the mattress out..
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin’ you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I…
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom! Oh oh!
Gal don’t say me crazy now,
This Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava show..
Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaan like you a act shady yo…
Woman don’t play me know,
Cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo….
My lovin’ is the way to go…
My lovin’ is the way to go…
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin’ you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I…
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom! Oh oh!
When you roll with a player like me…
With a brotha like me girl there is no other
No need to talk it right here
Just park it right here keep it undercover
From me love how you fit inna you blouse
And you fat inna you jeans and mi want discover…
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin’ you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I…
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom! Oh oh!
Make I see the gal them broke out on the floor
From you don’t want no worthless performer
From you don’t want no man way can’t turn you on gal
Make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can’t tan pon it long…naw eat no yam…
No steam fish….nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna…

Squidnice – Trap By My Lonely

[Intro]
Don’t you ever being scared business to me
You lookin’ at the toughest, rass’clat Jamaican in the United States of America
I run shit
I kill for nothing
I make lots of money and deal out the business
Don’t bring that shit to me again
Ya’ hear me?

[Chorus]
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy

[Verse 1]
I flex everyday of the week
White girls love the way that I speak
Ya’ll heard lil’ Xane on the beat
Fuck around wit’ niggas leave your brains on the street
Fuckin’ with me that’s a bad situation
Got no patience, turn you into a patient
Fuck your bitch, but don’t get crazy
It’s a man’s world stop actin’ like a lady
Who you know on IG with a thousands followers actin’ famous?
Who you know in the NYC with a flow too hot like Jamaica?
My time, no time, Warner Cable
Do the math nigga you should know your times tables
Got the raw papers, and the fronto leaf, rollin’ up paper
My teeth is golden , she got lil’ titties, she gon’ still show them, ayy
She wet like the ocean, pull out a Trojan, give her the motion, ayy
My pupils is bulgin’, grindin’ my teeth, my nigga I’m rollin’, ayy
But I’m a stoner, I’m gettin’ zooted, I’m leanin’ over, ayy

[Chorus]
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy

[Verse 2]
How ya act like you don’t like me, nigga?
But you gon’ act just like me, nigga?
You mad that your girlfriend like me, nigga?
And she like girls just like me, nigga
You don’t fuck with me, I dont fuck with you neither
Heating up the heater have him running like a cheetah
Fuck yo bitch, make an onomatopoeia
After that happen, I ain’t really wanna see her
Everything you can do, I can do better
Hotter then a sweater in the summertime weather
SquidNice make your boyfriend get jealous
I could be you but I’m way too clever
I don’t fuck with my pops, he don’t fuck with me neither
I’ma kill him when I’m see him, go 7:30 PM
Swear to god he a bitch nigga like Madea
Niggas can’t see me, John Cena
No you not like me, nigga
My life like a movie no Spike Lee, nigga
I am not a motherfuckin’ hypebeast, nigga
I TYB in a white tee, nigga
NYC niggas know where I be, nigga
Put the location on IG, nigga
If a nigga gon’ try find me, nigga
I’ma have his ass layin’ on the concrete, nigga

[Chorus]
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy

The heart part 4 – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – The heart part 4

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

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

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

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

Let’s get it
Look, look
On foenemmm.
Kendrick Lamar lyrics
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KENDRICK LAMAR – The Heart Part 4 lyrics

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

30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

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

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am the greatest rapper alive”
So damn great motherfucker I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach nigga
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy
Lee Baca, on trail tryin’ portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m fouled
They throwin’ me out, you throwin’ the towel
Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (that ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (what else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
My name is identified as “that king”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got till April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

Lets get it!
Look look, on foenem…

Kendrick Lamar – The Heart Part 4

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 1]
30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 2]
My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you, homie, don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, "One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great, motherfucker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from a M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca, on trial tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (Sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as "that king"
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

[Outro]
Let’s get it!
Look look, on foenem

Snow – Informer

[CHORUS:]
Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame
A licky boom-boom down
‘Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom

[CHORUS]

Bigger they are they think they have more power
There on the phone me say that on hour
Me for want to use it once and-a me call me lover
Lover who me callin’-a the one Tammy
And me love her in my heart down to my belly-a
Yes say Daddy Me Snow me I feel cool and deadly
Yes the one MC Shan and the one Daddy Snow
Together we-a love ’em(?) as a tornado

[CHORUS]

Listen to me ya better listen for me now
Listen to me ya better listen for me now
When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me are the article don
But the in an a-out (?) a dance an they say, "Where ya come from?"
People them say I come from Jamaica
But me born and raised in Etobicoke I want ya to know-a
Pure black people man thats all I man know
Yeah me shoes are-a tear up an-a my toes used to show-a
Where me-a born in-a the one Toronto

[CHORUS]

Come with a nice young lady
Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie
Everywhere me go me never lef’ her at all-ie
Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a
Roam between-a dancin’ in-a in-a nation-a
You never know say Daddy Me Snow me are the boom shakata
Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me-a go reachin’ out da top

[CHORUS]

Why would he? [repeat]

[MC Shan:]

Me sittin round cool with my jiggy jiggy girl
Police knock my door, lick up my pal
Rough me up and I cant do a thing
Pick up my line when my telephone ring
Take me to the station, black up my hands
Trail me down ’cause I’m hanging with the Snowman
What an I gonna do, I’m backed and I’m trapped
Smack me in my face, took all of my gap
They have no clues and they wanna get warmer
But Shan won’t turn informer

[CHORUS]

Drake – Ice Melts (feat. Young Thug) (More Life Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Nigga, what you thought?
Slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah)
Jeffery

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Look, I want you to myself
But I know you just left someone else
I know you did, he did a number on you
That must be why you move so icy
Icy like 1017
Icy like there’s nobody who’d ever need
Better not give that all to anyone but me
Patient as could be, but

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Drake]
I wanna see you do more in this life if we takin’ it there
I want to see you do 911, fuck a Panamera
See you when I see the real thing
Gettin’ realer and realer, yeah, yeah, yeah
But you icy like 1017
Icy like there’s nobody you’ll ever need
Better not give that up
I’m here patient as can be, man

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Nigga, what you thought?
Slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah)
Jeffery
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah

DRAKE – Ice Melts lyrics

Yeah…
Nigga, what you thought?
Strike, strike, strike!

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

I want you to myself
But I know you just left someone else
I know you did
He did a number on you
That must be why you move so icy
Icy like ten-seventeen
I see like there’s nobody who’d ever need
Better not give that all to anyone but me
Patience asking me
I just need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

I wanna see you do more and it’s life if we takin’ it there
I want to see you do 911, fuck a better man
See you when I see the real thing getting realer and realer
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But you icy like ten seventeen
Icy like there’s nobody you’ll ever need
Better not give that up
I’m here patient as can be, man
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

Ya man
There is a truth, flashbacks
This is your party (Ya man)
This is your party

G Herbo – Reject (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]
Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, i8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

Nadia Rose – Intro (Highly Flammable Album)

[Intro]
Hello? Can you hear me?
Nadia? Hello?
Hello, it’s your mummy
Hi, it’s mummy, can you hear me?
Yeah hi, Nadz
Bell me back bruh
This is your grandmother and your grandfather in Jamaica
Hi, I hope you’re okay, I’ve just seen your message, love you, call back, bye

[Verse 1]
Everything is fine, I’m well and I’m breathing
I’ve just been busy and this is the reason
Grafting hard, I ain’t getting no sleep in
My hair ain’t even done, shit, I look like The Weeknd
Shit, I’m looking a mess
But how can I look pretty knowing that you had to face death
I’ve been writing more and talking less
‘Til they’ve hardly heard me on the phone since my grandma’s death, I mean
Rest In Peace, you’re gone, but know you’re not forgotten
If they need me then I’m there, you know I’ve got ’em
Talking bars, you’re talking flows, you know I’ve got ’em
So for who, what, where and when will I be stopping?

[Outro]
I couldn’t stop even if I tried
This is me for life
I am Nadia Rose and this is the intro
Love you, bye

G Herbo – Reject Lyrics

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]

Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, I8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours