The Game – Gucci Flip Flops Lyrics

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[Intro: Jay Z]
Hit with the RICO they repo that vehicle
Shit was all good just a week ago
About to start snitchin’, ain’t you?
Ready to start bitchin’, ain’t you?
I forgive you, I forgive you
Hustlin’ just ain’t you

[Verse 1]
If you listenin’ to this now that mean Swizzy got it cleared for me
2018, what a fucked up year for me
Take it back to January, nigga lost his father
Only way I got through it was bumpin’ Wayne’s first Carter
With the speakers blarin’, windows down on my McLaren
See the wheels and it’s apparent, this why these fuck niggas starin’
Had a premonition, parked and got out, Calabasas far
Triple X, Biggie, Pac, niggas kill rappers in cars
That was back in June
I missed out on a couple million, gotta get back in tune
I wake up, work out, hit the studio right after noon
Still gotta pack a tool to pick my kids up after school
Don’t me put me in no situation where one of us niggas have to lose
‘Cause you’ll be in a casket soon
Closed tighter than Mac and Tune
Another classic with no Jigga verse, it’ll happen soon
Go bar-for-bar with Jigga
Last wish of a young spitter even if the verse is killer

[Chorus]
That is not how I die, I seen my death
Seen all you niggas’ demise, folded hands on your chest
Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath
Thought I did niggas right, ’til niggas start goin’ left
Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood
Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud
Gucci flip flops, hoppin’ over fences ’cause I could
In Gucci flip flops, never switchin’ sides on the hood
Gucci flip flops

[Verse 2]
Still listenin’? I want y’all to picture this
Me and you tradin’ lives, now tell me what the difference is?
More money, more problems
And more niggas who wanna kill you
More empty Patrón bottles
And I don’t condone violence but niggas on phones wildin’
Niggas on apps cappin’, them choppers at full volume
I put money on niggas’ books, got houses out foreclosure
One call’ll open fire on niggas and force closure
I’m too O.G. for this shit
Built my career off the rock, Memph’ Bleek in this bitch
Comin’ of Age, even squashed my beef with Meek for this shit
Get off the phone, stop speakin’ and shit
Soon as 12 close the door on you niggas, mouth leakin’ and shit
Go to jail, cut a deal, can’t do a week in that bitch
That’s why I stay away, somewhere on a beach with a bitch
Watchin’ Narcos, listenin’ to The Weeknd and shit

[Chorus]
And this is not how I die, I seen my death
Seen all you niggas’ demise, folded hands on your chest
Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath
Thought I did niggas right, ’til niggas start goin’ left
Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood
Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud
Gucci flip flops, hoppin’ over fences ’cause I could
In Gucci flip flops, never switchin’ on the hood
Gucci flip flops

French Montana – A1 (Intro Track) Lyrics

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[Intro: Koko Taylor]
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Everything, everything, everything gon’ be alright
Oh, yeah
Coke boy, baby, baby, baby

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ha, yeah, graduated while I’m aggravated
From the half that made it, we was drinkin’, faded
Me, and life and death is half-related (H-half-related)
Masturbatin’ on a scale for a hundred million
Askin’ God how we made it
Watchin’ John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin’ some
Half a David, freedom got confiscated
We mob-relate, John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw
Yeah, school of gladiators, makin’ Salaat on a [?]
Black glove, hot slug for these cold women
Militant like the Middle East, go for menages
69, said 6ix9ine conspiracies
Triple threat, trinity, triangle officers label in [?]
Yeah, Allah prophet
They hit your brain, mop it, clean
What type of [?]?
Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green
Multi-millionaire, strapped like Oda
Guarantee she knew tricks to old dawgs (Bom-bom-bom)

[Refrain: French Montana]
I told mama pray for me, baby, wait here for me
God and Cain, waitin’ for me; the hate, came from me
Millions I made from it; chains, waitin’ for me
Change, I made from it; Montana ain’t a dummy, uh

[Verse 2: French Montana]
New year, half a mil’, face on the bill (Bill), here, Cabo chill
Desperado with an AR like the top, Montana John stop
If there’s a movie out, play the Al Pacino part
Mama raise us all, and you been a [?]
Not even Cuban, smokin’ Cuban cigars in Cuba
Lost Jinks, lost Macs, lost [?]
Drinkin’, smokin’ feel empty in this penthouse (Ah)
[?] like [?], mans like rainbow smoke, 41 shots like Diego
Shout-out to Abel, I turn the Weekends to the Weekdays
DJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days
Yes, I big like the kid from [?], just us
Stylist out be dressin’, bitches gon’ be stressin’
Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Method
I made it even and the game is odd
Everybody kickin’ game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God

[Refrain: French Montana]
Tell mama to pray for me; feds got a name for me
Cell waitin’ for me
Mils’ I made from it; chains, waitin’ for me
Change, I made from it; Montana ain’t a dummy, uh

[Outro]
La música de Harry Fraud
It’s nothing to take me higher

Quando Rondo – Neighborhood Hero Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ooh, uh, ayy
Quando Rondo, nigga
Relly Made
(They locked up my nigga Pablo, they hit him with a RICO
Spin on they block with my sawed-off, but keep that on the D-low
Lil’ shawty look just like a model, a neighborhood hero
I fuck with… lil’ mama, I fuck with her people)

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 1]
I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to get it
I got no love for these bitches, I gotta chase these benjis
I came from posted on the corner grippin’ on extensions
Spin on they block, I’ma let off some shots
And I swear I won’t leave ’til somebody be missin’
I don’t know how to park that brand new Bentley
Got the gears unlocked, that’s why they envy
Got a real big bag, if you want it, I’ll spend it
I come from the trenches, they call me Lil Dangerous
They must’ve said you know I sent it
Got a real big Glock and the clip extended
No overlap mall, I shop at Lenox
On the dope boy block, drip in Givenchy
She want Chanel on her feet, brand new Louis V
We just spent a load at Christian D, we don’t do Gucci
We can go and make a lil’ movie, is you here with me?
I don’t know why the fuck you do just what you do to me, woah

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 2]
Speak on my name, don’t even know me, just make sure you speakin’ facts
I’m nothin’ like them broke kids, baby, I’ma spend them racks
Every time them hitters miss, I drop ten bands, they spinnin’ back
I’m never trippin’ ’bout the pack, I lose it then get it right back
Got Bonnie and Doja, that Doja smoke just like some crack
And every time I count the green and load the clip, she pour my Act’
She’s nothin’ like these other hoes, she know to throw it back
She look at me just like a boss, I drip that sauce, she dig my swag

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Outro]
I fucked around her people
But keep that on the D-low
The neighborhood hero
I know, he know, she know

Pusha T – Keep Dealing lyrics

(feat. Beanie Sigel)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
They call him a crack dealer, I am like Warhol
A nigga paint a picture of a bullet for all y’all
Now crawl for him
My sophomore jinx is more minks
But only for my mother she’ll use ‘em as couch covers
You niggas cheapening my All-Star Weekends
If y’all can’t swim in the deep end then watch nigga
Woo! 80,000 on this watch niggas
Yuugh! And I ain’t never had to watch nigga
Rich or wealthy, pick your poison
I think I paid for one too many abortions
Another Celine, it’s like a routine
It’s like ferris wheel of waist trainers and Seven jeans
Her new body’s in my new body
Make her in an hourglass that’s my new hobby
Rich nigga shit, how I blew my first million
Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin

[Hook]
Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though
When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole
The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO
The last cocaine superhero
I got the cape on, to cover kilos
The villain wins, the evolution of Nino
Goddamn Batman holy toledo
Nah, you ain’t talkin’ to me though

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
The Robb Report of the snort
Kings hold court
Lawyers get bought
Palms get greased when them cases get fought
No felony what the fuck is you tellin’ me
Reduced to simple assault
It cost to keep it hush-hush
It was just us
Ended up sellin’ my Bat Mobile
The crash don’t kill
It’s how you survives it
Rebound on niggas, I nine live’d it
Couldn’t miss a Super Bowl or a Cancun
Bitches ain’t respecting niggas not in full bloom
So the neck is full moon
I’m living a lie, she live for this life
And loving the Alaia pumps
Loving the rush, I’m living “The Wire” Uh
Drugs and this rap is really “Empire”
Rich nigga shit, how I lost my second million
Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya

[Hook]
Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though
When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole
The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO
The last cocaine superhero
I got the cape on, to cover kilos
The villain wins, the evolution of Nino
Goddamn Batman holy toledo
Nah, you ain’t talkin’ to me though

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
Ten toes deep in the trap, nigga I’m good here
Feelin’ like Tony reading words on the Goodyear
Big said, “Only the FEDs I should fear”
So no threat, be on your steps with the whole hood there
Yeah, shoot up shit then we blow the scene
Kerosene in a 20 ounce Poland Spring
Nothing to lose attitude like Ron from Arizona
It’s homicide when I slide up on ya
Reporting live from the project benches
Hella caine, dope in cellophane, dirty syringes
Heron zombies street-walking on three-week binges
Clientele look like the “Thriller” vid in 3D lenses
COD, niggas never had to front me jawns
I’m weighing bricks on the scale they put the lunch meat on
I’m Nino Brown in the projects
Yes, Curtis Jackson in his pyrex
Get rich or die tryin’ is my mindset
And spend it all until I’m swallowing dirt
Cause I ain’t never see a Brinks truck follow a hearse
I ain’t never see a dead man taking the stand
I ain’t never see a nigga swallow a bullet
And live to talk about it
‘Bout that bread, I drop a coffin ’bout it
You watched me go through hell, now watch me walk up out it
Nigga shit, that’s how I lost three million
Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya