PI’ERRE BOURNE – Pokeball

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Cause my b*tch no plantiff

Cleo, what you thinkin?

Let me count up, placement
Freddy versus Jason
Smoking backwoods
Ain’t no swishers baby
Smoking all these woods
At the fireplace
Stuffing all these woods
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place

She don’t wanna leave (hey)
I’m like Gandhi, gotta peace
She’s a bully, hey, she just want to tease
Niggas bully hey, funny, Steve Harvey
I got lots of money now, so people gone change me
I got lots of money now, I don’t keep no change on me
I got lots of money now, this money look strange to me
I got lots of money now, I think it invaded me

Cleo, what you thinkin?
Let me count up, placement
Freddy versus Jason
Smoking backwoods
Ain’t no swishers baby
Smoking all these woods
At the fireplace
Stuffing all these woods
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place

Jay-Z – Family Feud (In The Live Lounge) (Live)

My nigga got on
My nigga got all white, no socks
My nigga got that cocaina on today
That’s how he feel
Turn my vocal up
That’s how you feel, Emory?
Turn my vocal up some more
Turn my vocal up, Guru!
Turn the music up too
Super Bowl goals
My wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold
We in a whole different mode
Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Oh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first
I told my wife the spiritual shit really work
Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all
Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt
All this old talk left me confused
You’d rather be old rich me or new you?
And old niggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new
Like 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh
Nobody wins when the family feuds
But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit
I’m clear why I’m here, how about you?
Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute
Mmmmm
Pretty much
If anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us
Fuck rap, crack cocaine
Nah, we did that, black-owned things
Hundred percent, black-owned champagne
And we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams
Y’all still drinkin’ Perrier-Jouët, huh
But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh
What’s better than one billionaire? Two (two)
‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you
Y’all stop me when I stop tellin’ the truth
Hahahaha
I would say I’m the realest nigga rappin’
But that ain’t even a statement
That’s like sayin’ I’m the tallest midget
Wait, that ain’t politically correct
Forget it
Can I get "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen
Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen
Yeah, I’ll fuck up a good thing if you let me
Let me alone, Becky
A man that don’t take care his family can’t be rich
I’ll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit
My consciousness was Michael’s common sense
I missed the karma, that came as a consequence
Niggas bustin’ off through the curtains ’cause she hurtin’
Can’t losin’ the babies ’cause their future’s uncertain
Nobody wins when the family feuds
We all screwed ’cause we never had the tools
I’m tryna fix you
I’m tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official
Y’all think small, I think Biggie
Y’all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi
Al Sharpton in the mirror takin’ selfies
How is him or Pill Cosby ‘posed to help me?
Old niggas never accepted me
New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin’ Dos Equis
We all lose when the family feuds
What’s better than one billionaire? Two
I’ll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got Ciroc
Y’all need to stop
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Love me like, love
Higher
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah

JAY-Z – Family Feud lyrics

My nigga got on
My nigga got on all white, no socks
My nigga got that cocaina on today
That’s how he feel
Turn my vocal up
That’s how you feel, Emory?
Turn my vocal up some more
Turn my vocal up, Guru!
Turn the music up too

Super Bowl goals
My wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold
We in a whole different mode
Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Oh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first
I told my wife the spiritual shit really work
Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all
Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt
All this old talk left me confused
You’d rather be old rich me or new you?
And old niggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new
Like, 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh

Nobody wins when the family feuds
But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit
I’m clear why I’m here, how about you?
Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute
Mmmmm
Pretty much
If anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us
Fuck rap, crack cocaine
Nah we did that, Black-owned things
Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne
And we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams
Y’all still drinkin’ Perrier-Jouët, huh
But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh
What’s better than one billionaire? Two (two)
‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you
Y’all stop me when I stop tellin’ the truth

Hahahaha
I would say I’m the realest nigga rappin’, but that ain’t even a statement
That’s like sayin’ I’m the tallest midget
Wait, that ain’t politically correct
Forget it
Can I get “Amen” from the congregation?
Amen, amen
Can I get a “Amen” from the congregation?
Amen, amen

Yeah, I’ll fuck up a good thing if you let me
Let me alone, Becky
A man that don’t take care his family can’t be rich
I’ll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit
My consciousness was Michael’s common sense
I missed the karma and that came as a consequence
Niggas bustin’ off through the curtains ’cause she hurtin’
Can’t losin’ the babies ’cause their future’s uncertain
Nobody wins when the family feuds
We all screwed ’cause we never had the tools
I’m tryna fix you
I’m tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official
Y’all think small, I think Biggie
Y’all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi
Al Sharpton in the mirror takin’ selfies
How is him or Pill Cosby s’posed to help me?
Old niggas never accepted me
New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin’ Dos Equis
We all lose when the family fueds
What’s better than one billionaire? Two
I’ll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC
Y’all need to stop

Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher
Love me like, love
Higher
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah

Keyshia Cole – You (feat. Remy Ma & French Montana)

[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you

[Verse 1: Keyshia Cole]
So know I’m not the one for the bullshit
I empty out the closet like a full clip
You tried so hard to get at me
I wish you would’ve left me when you met me
Whole squad said you was a hoe though
Let breezy know these niggas ain’t loyal
Blowin’ up my phone turn my phone off
Can’t take no bitch nigga phone call

[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
You picked the wrong one
Now you pick the right one
Got no love left
And I ain’t even tryna fight dumb
You keep your birds cause I’m gone when my flight come
You know what you did and honestly I been type done
How you getting hoes take em home then you wife them
It’s really no comparison cause I ain’t nothing like them
Bestie said fuck him, I’m like don’t get me hype cause
At one point would had been gun point on site bum
Now I look at it like owww, that something light hun
I’m happy that its over yeah you only had a slight run
I can be a fowl bitch fuck your whole life up
I might spend the night with your bro out of spite cause you a fuck nigga

[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming in with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby

[Verse 3: French Montana]
You know these hoes ain’t loyal
Mama always told me these hoes ain’t for you
That’s why we never mix like water with the oil
Baby keep the pussy mine, and ima keep ya spoiled
(And you know)
Real one hold you down like a real army
But I picked the wrong one like Steve Harvey
Same boss boat dock for 8 days
But you a thot selling box on the back page
Sitting, reminiscing, way before I started tripping
About what he said and she said
But I ain’t having it, your game weak like seven nights
Coming with the same lines like trumps wife

[Chorus: KEYSHIA COLE]
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
The wrong one
The wrong one
You know you picked the wrong one

KEYSHIA COLE – You lyrics

You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you

So know I’m not the one for the bullshit
I empty out the closet like a full clip
You tried so hard to get at me
I wish you would’ve left me when you met me
Whole squad said you was a hoe though
Let breezy know these niggas ain’t loyal
Blowin’ up my phone turn my phone off
Can’t take no bitch nigga phone call

You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you

[Remy Ma]
You picked the wrong one
Now you pick the right one
Got no love left
And I ain’t even tryna fight dumb
You keep your birds cause I’m gone when my flight come
You know what you did and honestly I been type done
How you getting hoes take em home then you wife them
It’s really no comparison cause I ain’t nothing like them
Bestie said fuck him, I’m like don’t get me hype cause
At one point would had been gun point on site bum
Now I look at it like owww, that something light hun
I’m happy that its over yeah you only had a slight run
I can be a fowl bitch fuck your whole life up
I might spend the night with your bro out of spite cause you a fuck nigga

You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming in with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby

[French Montana]
You know these hoes ain’t loyal
Mama always told me these hoes ain’t for you
That’s why we never mix like water with the oil
Baby keep the pussy mine, and ima keep ya spoiled
(And you know)
Real one hold you down like a real army
But I picked the wrong one like Steve Harvey
Same boss boat dock for 8 days
But you a thot selling box on the back page
Sitting, reminiscing, way before I started tripping
About what he said and she said
But I ain’t having it, your game weak like seven nights
Coming with the same lines like trumps wife

You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
The wrong one
The wrong one
You know you picked the wrong one

Keyshia Cole – You lyrics

You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you

So know I’m not the one for the bullshit
I empty out the closet like a full clip
You tried so hard to get at me
I wish you would’ve left me when you met me
Whole squad said you was a hoe though
Let breezy know these niggas ain’t loyal
Blowin’ up my phone turn my phone off
Can’t take no bitch nigga phone call

You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you

[Remy Ma]
You picked the wrong one
Now you pick the right one
Got no love left
And I ain’t even tryna fight dumb
You keep your birds cause I’m gone when my flight come
You know what you did and honestly I been type done
How you getting hoes take em home then you wife them
It’s really no comparison cause I ain’t nothing like them
Bestie said fuck him, I’m like don’t get me hype cause
At one point would had been gun point on site bum
Now I look at it like owww, that something light hun
I’m happy that its over yeah you only had a slight run
I can be a fowl bitch fuck your whole life up
I might spend the night with your bro out of spite cause you a fuck nigga

You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming in with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby

[French Montana]
You know these hoes ain’t loyal
Mama always told me these hoes ain’t for you
That’s why we never mix like water with the oil
Baby keep the pussy mine, and ima keep ya spoiled
(And you know)
Real one hold you down like a real army
But I picked the wrong one like Steve Harvey
Same boss boat dock for 8 days
But you a thot selling box on the back page
Sitting, reminiscing, way before I started tripping
About what he said and she said
But I ain’t having it, your game weak like seven nights
Coming with the same lines like trumps wife

You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done fucking with you
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You picked the wrong one, yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
The wrong one
The wrong one
You know you picked the wrong one

Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Wasatch Front (The Letter O Album) letras

[Hook]
Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

[Verse 1]
Got to college me and mama had to setup the dorm
Shortly after got the first tat on my my upper arm
Hit the volley ball game yea that welcome was warm
She crying driving off time to weather the storm
First day I stumbled in teacher hand us the syllabus
I’m Dame from east Oakland I don’t know if I’m feeling this
The notice the temperament right away
Wonderin if I should stay
In my heart I know that this the right move for nicer pay
They ask me Dame how ya classes, I saw a few distractions
But nothin serious enough to make me late for practice
I’ll be there coach, I’m jumping on the shuttle
He said if you on time that mean you late you better hustle
Grab my bags, got that town swag
IPod slappin, listenin to "Black Mags"
That boy out on his own, thinking that he grown
Wet behind the ears tryna show he got some stones

[Hook]
Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

[Verse 2]
I been on campus for some time, but I ain’t working enough
I claimed I wanna make it, Phil was first to call my bluff
I ain’t have curfew I’m seeing what that work do
Up through the campus I could tell you every perfume
Turnt at every party, my cut on Steve Harvey
Tryna MC and be fly call me Marty
Was hardly ever tardy, we showed up like a army
A lot of love for hoopers, a couple sports was salty
I’m sorry, eventually I got up on my job
Game winning treys and I started catching lobs
Won a MVP everybody givin props
Broken 5th metatarsal headed to the docs
Can’t believe it, in my feelings
Head up in my palms
Moms livin with my auntie set off an alarm
Stayed at school for summer cuz the city doin harm
Bout to make the most of the given deck of cards

[Hook]
Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

[Verse 3]
Fall 2011, I’m high minded, noble
Did the work it’s time for me to do what I’m suppose to
Huey told me dominate and let them coaches coach you
Started gettin media, none of it was social
Elevated my mentality all I see is casualties
How he get to Weber State, my performance baffling
All the girlies after me, I got reporters chattering
Started hearing whispers, they thinking bout draftin me
I’m to the lab, let’s work that dribble jab
If I get this down I’m gettin 20 at half
They try to double me I hit a shot look at the staff
I was in my bag, I’ma get the last laugh
Coach said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick
Busted out in tears you know how them moments get
He said this year ya last, gotta put you in the Draft
Blazers took me number 6, that’s a mission passed

[Hook]
Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

Rich Chigga – Dat $tick (Remix) (feat. Ghostface Killah & Pouya) letras

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’

[Verse 1: Rich Chigga]
Don’t give a fuck, poppin’ bottles in the club
Tryna fuck Atlanta bitch but let her lick the pussy up
Turn your bitch into a dyke, finna need her baptized
Pool full of liquor, finna dive in her eyes
Bitch I don’t care, finna fuck a bitch with no protection
I be ignant
Pray to God I’ma die with my nine on my side
Mothafuck cops, bustin’ like a pork, better hide
Put my dick in her mouth, call that shit a metapo
Cigarettes to my lungs ’til I let the pistol go
Liquor to my eyes, tell me what you wanna do
‘Fore I kill you in the street with the rest of your crew
I did this, you know this, the mark on my shoot
With a bullet grazin’, I almost took my life
Forgot what day feels like, I only live at night
Like a bat, not a rat, never die where you at, hoe
[Verse 2: Pouya]
I can’t see, walk, talk then stray, hoe breakin’
Ain’t nothin’, the energy I generate
The underground underdog ’bout to fall off
Into another generation
I was workin, bussin’ tables, now I got my own squid on the plate
Fuck the fame, baby, I don’t wanna live in L.A
Back to the M-I-A to the M-I
Gon’ lay with a ho, face in the coke lines
Toe taggin’ rappers thinkin’ that they’re snappin’
Goin’ bar to bar with me is suicide
You or I, do or die, baby, don’t even worry about who am I
Bank account go stupid now
You should know about the whip situation (aye)
Tour been feelin’ like a damn vacation
Germ fucked up, woke up not knowin’ where he at
You was blacked out in the damn basement

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I don’t give two fucks, I blow big bucks
Strip club, white pussy marks on my black tux
‘Cause after the party’s the hotel lobby
And that bitch gonna give me more head than Steve Harvey
I keep a duffle bag, not like the money team
All coked out on a scale of a triple beam
Nah mean? Fuck a team of guerrillas
Silverback stomp out your gang of chinchillas
Shoot case, military scopes
Korean shotty up the sleeve of my coat
Each slug is like one big egg roll
Impact, you could lose half of your leg, bro
‘Cause we don’t play those games
Franco hit the deck, click, clack, take aim
Guns never jam, we don’t waste rounds
Best shot’s behind the ear like chhhk BOW

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’ (yeah)

Rich Chigga – Dat $tick Lyrics

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’

[Verse 1: Rich Chigga]
Don’t give a fuck, poppin’ bottles in the club
Tryna fuck Atlanta bitch but let her lick the pussy up
Turn your bitch into a dyke, finna need her baptized
Pool full of liquor, finna dive in her eyes
Bitch I don’t care, finna fuck a bitch with no protection
I be ignant
Pray to God I’ma die with my nine on my side
Mothafuck cops, bustin’ like a pork, better hide
Put my dick in her mouth, call that shit a metapo
Cigarettes to my lungs ’til I let the pistol go
Liquor to my eyes, tell me what you wanna do
‘Fore I kill you in the street with the rest of your crew
I did this, you know this, the mark on my shoot
With a bullet grazin’, I almost took my life
Forgot what day feels like, I only live at night
Like a bat, not a rat, never die where you at, hoe
[Verse 2: Pouya]
I can’t see, walk, talk then stray, hoe breakin’
Ain’t nothin’, the energy I generate
The underground underdog ’bout to fall off
Into another generation
I was workin, bussin’ tables, now I got my own squid on the plate
Fuck the fame, baby, I don’t wanna live in L.A
Back to the M-I-A to the M-I
Gon’ lay with a ho, face in the coke lines
Toe taggin’ rappers thinkin’ that they’re snappin’
Goin’ bar to bar with me is suicide
You or I, do or die, baby, don’t even worry about who am I
Bank account go stupid now
You should know about the whip situation (aye)
Tour been feelin’ like a damn vacation
Germ fucked up, woke up not knowin’ where he at
You was blacked out in the damn basement

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I don’t give two fucks, I blow big bucks
Strip club, white pussy marks on my black tux
‘Cause after the party’s the hotel lobby
And that bitch gonna give me more head than Steve Harvey
I keep a duffle bag, not like the money team
All coked out on a scale of a triple beam
Nah mean? Fuck a team of guerrillas
Silverback stomp out your gang of chinchillas
Shoot case, military scopes
Korean shotty up the sleeve of my coat
Each slug is like one big egg roll
Impact, you could lose half of your leg, bro
‘Cause we don’t play those games
Franco hit the deck, click, clack, take aim
Guns never jam, we don’t waste rounds
Best shot’s behind the ear like chhhk BOW

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’ (yeah)

PJ – Tell Me (feat. Jevon Doe) letras

[Hook: PJ]
Won’t you make me feel good?
Won’t you tell me you love me?
Could you write it on my sleeves?
Won’t you tell me you love me?
It’s more than just the words, give me what I need
Listen, I’ll be on my guard ’til you show me you love me

[Verse 1: PJ]
Put my hair up, course you would notice
Is this long term? I need to know this
What you got on me, won’t you tell me now
This all gon’ stop unless you tell me now
Why don’t you pick a couple roses like the soaps do?
Why don’t you make me feel special because you chose to?
Why don’t you love me like I want, just like you s’posed to?
And if I’m good enough to be someone you close to…

[Hook: PJ]
Won’t you make me feel good?
Won’t you tell me you love me?
Could you write it on my sleeves?
Won’t you tell me you love me?
It’s more than just the words, give me what I need
Listen, I’ll be on my guard ’til you show me you love me

[Verse 2: PJ]
These games you play are getting older
I’ve always been your extra shoulder
For you to cry on, why don’t you tell me now
Say what’s real, why don’t you show me now
Cause if you never understand me like you ‘posed to
What type of angel got a halo and red horns too?
Why don’t you love me like I want, just like you s’posed to?
And if I’m good enough to be someone you close to…

[Hook: PJ ]
Won’t you make me feel good?
Won’t you tell me you love me?
Could you write it on my sleeves?
Won’t you tell me you love me?
It’s more than just the words, give me what I need
Listen, I’ll be on my guard ’til you show me you love me
(I got it, I got it, I got it, look)

[Verse 3: Jevon Doe]
See I know, how to talk about it, don’t show it much
Girl I know, we both fell in love in the span of months
Girl I don’t want these issues to keep controlling us
Ayy, we both believe in love but we ain’t got no trust, man
Looking back at those roses now
I’m taking time to get a smell of it
Looking back at my choices now
I’m trying not to just dwell on it
I am human like Steve Harvey
Baby girl I’mma make mistakes
Can I get in touch with me, hardly
Please don’t go and get my love replaced
Baby girl don’t lose the faith, I swear it all comes in time
I been trying to balance love and music
I swear it’s all on my mind
Telling me I need to step it up, I’m tryna find a way to climb
I ain’t tryna lose you, you be on the phone with me
While you cryin’, talkin’ ’bout…

[Hook: PJ]
Won’t you make me feel good?
Won’t you tell me you love me?
Could you write it on my sleeves?
Won’t you tell me you love me?
It’s more than just the words, give me what I need
Listen, I’ll be on my guard ’til you show me you love me