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[Intro]
(To thank you, to thank you)
(To thank you, to thank you)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Keep it real, this how I’m comin’ in it from the jump
You’re so beautiful, I kiss and hit it from the front
Take you everywhere with me ’cause I love to stunt
Money everywhere, baby, ’cause you love to stunt
Hit the strip club with me, make ten G’s
We’ll be runnin’ up the bag ’til it empties
Got a temper ’cause she bad, don’t tempt me
Shawty, I’m a different man off the Hennessy
Tryna hit it so good you remember me
Pussy good like
Fuckin’ your body, I let it go down
I make it ring like the Neptunes song
You hold it down like a stunner, you done cleaned that
You hold it down every summer in Celine bag
Oh, when you’re givin’ me love, you never keep that
You never give me enough, knowin’ I need that
We gon’ fuck up the sheets, send ’em to the cleaners
We might smoke weed on the way and catch a misdemeanor
I’m a young nigga that wanna get with you and beat it
My ex hate when I’m with you, it’s gettin’ her heated

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Said you’re beautiful
Oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
What can I say to you that you ain’t never heard?
I’m breakin’ it down, shawty, I’m talkin’ ’bout every word
Observe how I splizz-erve, slick like a iceberg (What?)
Cold with the wizz-ords and lit like my izz-erd (Ah)
Of course it all matters if you with it or not
‘Cause if you don’t, you won’t, but if you get it, you got
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with this, now peep it out
And if it’s too hard, then go ahead and bleep it out
See, I’ma tell you what I see ’cause what I see is all I know
I’ll wrap you up with a bow, lay you out on the floor
And let Tory tell the story ’cause you know how it go
Then hit the switch in my blue ’64, mmh-mmh

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Beautiful
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Said you’re beautiful
Oh, oh

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
You know how to let me know if I done enough
Touch down in it, put them numbers up
You wanna leave ’cause he don’t make you cum enough
Well, guess what? I’m the next runner-up
Big bank, baby, and I spend it all on you
Fuck it up in here, that’s what we ought to do
A lot of options, I could call ’em through
I switch her option like an audible
Bentley Bentayga, girl, you gets paper
They be pocket watchin’ the money you get paid
I wanna fly you to the sand in Jamaica
You damaged your makeup, still managed to make it, yeah
Humble as ever, but stunt with the cheddar, yeah
You grind with me, we gon’ come up together, yeah
Pretty days, we gon’ stunt it together
‘Cause the Rolls Royce I drive, it come with umbrellas
I don’t talk no shit ’cause I just back that shit up
I’ma flip lil’ shawty like the spatula
I’ma sink my teeth in it deep, Dracula
Pretty Rick when I hit it, have you spectacular, uh

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Beautiful
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Said you’re beautiful
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah

[Outro]
Something about you
There’s something about you (To thank you, to thank you)
There’s something about you (To thank you, to thank you)
(To thank you, to thank you)
(To thank you, to thank you)
(To thank you, to thank you), beautiful
(To thank you, to thank you), I just wanted you

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

[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

[Intro: Foxy Brown, Nicki Minaj & JBeatzzz]
Whole lotta gang shit
Beatz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, ayo Chun
We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let’s go!

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, if I’m in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it
If I tell ’em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon’ put the whack on it
She got the Nicki bundles, word to Stack on it
That’s word to Brooknam, that’s word to Bucktown
That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on ’em, I spray sheen on ’em
That’s word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on ’em
I’m mad Queens on ’em, with mad schemes on ’em
I never scale back, the triple beams on ’em
My ice gleams on ’em, Wu-Tang creams on ’em
I pull up on the block bumpin’ Biggie “Dreams” on ’em
A nigga greased on ’em, but I freezed on ’em
I light breezed on ’em, I might breeze on ’em
Might do it like it’s Christmas and light trees on ’em
I see the copycats bitin’ my steez on ’em

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That’s my word to Big, I’ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I’ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty that
Puss dem I chat bout, back like I never left
Went down when I come ’round, all y’all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y’all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco ‘pon my foot dem, C’s pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem [?]
[?]
The bloodclaat [?]
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
[?] clip [?]
Gun slingers, let me see y’all gun fingers
Y’all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki’s, little Inga [?]

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
He got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Foxy plus one, it’s me young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I’m done
So tell ’em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don’t make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell’ em fi recognize
Unuh dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don’t miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I’m physically fine
Who she? It’s like we know she dyin’
Bitch ain’t see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on ’em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin’ it a hundred, that’s a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

[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

[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

(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

[Intro{ Tory Lanez]
And all my New York girls
Oh, and all my Latina girls
Yeah, yeah to my LA girls
Girls around the world

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Only call when you want somethin’
Sexy lady, [??] fuck for me like you on somethin’
Willy tops [??] boo boo like Nundada
Cock it up so back it down, buy me a [??] (hmm)

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
She a beg for this when in advance we just saw one bodmans dances
I need it like weed and herb, oh
See she movin’, she groovin’, ooh I like her stance
Just me and her like meanies, oh girl

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Singers and martyrs
Broke it down wine and you fling it to pada
Broke down wine and you bring it to pada
Bring it to father
Deal with the martyrs

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)

(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

[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

[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)

[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

[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

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ooh, ayy
14, 14, 14, babe yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd}
In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping, getting it by my ‘lone
Rocket got them pints for the low
Chris got the rocket, he gon’ blow
Murder what she wrote
We came through and took her soul
She want that dick then she get boned
Rack city blowing dope, bitch
She off the molly and the coke, bitch
You wan’ touch then you get poked, bitch
Run my hood like the pope pope, bitch

[Verse 2: FOREVER ANTi PoP]
They thought I was dead but I’m still alive
I just needed time to relax bitch
I just needed time, now I’m back bitch
The money coming faster than it ever did
Please play this at my funeral
If I die tomorrow tell my mama that I’m sorry for the life I chose
But this the life I chose
Mama I’m sorry
This is the life for me
Nobody loves me but me
Nobody loves me but me
I fucked my girl last week
Told her get on her knees
Then she sucked on my D
Then that bitch hit the streets, she ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Interlude: Trippie Redd & FOREVER ANTi PoP]
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Verse 3: Chris King]
I see more tombstones than the undertaker
And if we fuck now we can’t cuddle later
The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker
This MAC, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up
Brrat, I got the pounds and that ain’t from Jamaica
Smoke, this thing I’m shooting fuck up god’s creation
Ah, you the best, who am I replacing
Woah, oh that’s a vest? well it’s your mind I’m aimed at
Scars of love from warfare with automatics
Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic
Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver
Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her woah

[Outro: Trippie Redd]
In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping, getting it by my ‘lone

[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
[]
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!

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

Lyrics Meek Mill – Team rich

Yeah, mmmmhm, 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 s**t
If you got money, you fall, it gon’ catch you
When the whole team rich.

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 go 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.

Really want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit but it don’t mean s**t
Look at what Po did to Mitch, hit him up for thirteen bricks
Niggas ain’t loyal, these b*tches 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 Mech on the dresser
S**t, I feel like Tony Montana
Pray we don’t go to the slammer
They just got here for a hammer
I’m ’bout to go to Atlanta ‘fore I go banana
Payin’ these lawyer fees, coppers follow me, watch me, recordin’ me
P***y niggas, they said, they extortin’ me
Put a price on my head, try to order me
I’m like, look what this money s**t doin’ to me
It can make us or break us
I never fake with the fakers
I’m gettin’ money, s**t, I got your b*tch in Jamaica
Dutty whinin’, rolling papers
Never minding for your favors
f*ck, 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.

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 go 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.

You know I ride for my dawgs
It’s do or die for my dawgs
No switching sides on my dawgs
I done sold nickels and I done f*cked down with my dawgs
Nigga, it’s deep versuri-lyrics.info
We do not fall out for b*tches ’cause we done f*cked all of them b*tches
I’m alley-ooping these h**s, I get all my assists
You know I’m ball with my niggas
Time to get back on that trill s**t
Came in the game with some rare s**t
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
S**t, I pray to god, it ain’t one of us
And I pray to god, I don’t f*ck this up
Bout to make a nigga get a hundred bricks
Passing, blowing s**t, probably blow this s**t
S**t, they said I can’t do a show and s**t
They ain’t notice it but I’m goin’ through it
I never show that s**t, 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.

Want the whole teaaam rich, want the whole teaaam rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole teaaam rich
See the whole teaaam 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 teaaam rich, want the whole teaaam rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole teaaam rich
See the whole teaaam rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we go 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 richhh.
Meek Mill lyrics
Video rich

[Intro: Young Chow]
KSR READY DOEE!
[Hook: Hood Celebrity]
Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island girls
Guy, wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island girls

[Refrain: Hood Celebrity]
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

[Verse 1: Hood Celebrity]
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 girls, they love di body
Trini girls, they love to party
African girls, them all to party
African girls, them wan all di money
Whatever we do, tell nobody
Island girls 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

[Hook: Hood Celebrity]
Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island girls
Guy, wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island girls

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
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

[Refrain: Hood Celebrity]
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

[Bridge: Josh X & (Hood Celebrity)]
Time where?
Oh come air
Everything I got is all for you
Dem Haitian girls make me say ay, ay, ay
And you know it’s true
Oh yeah
All my island girls (all my island girls)
Yeah you know you run the world (you know you run the world)
The Caribbean girls (The Caribbean girls)
You know you run the world (you know you run the world)
Jamaica
Alize
Diana
Dominican
Got Cuba
Barbados
Antigua
Incinca

[Hook: Hood Celebrity]
Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island girls
Guy, wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island girls

[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

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)…

Paroles Still Fresh – Jamaica

Elle fraîche comme ..
Originaire du Mali et du Congo
Je pense à elle, j’ai des frissons dans l’dos oui(Jamaica)

A cause d’elle j’roule ..
Char mortel mais à genoux ..
Son rouge à lèvre sous le mégo
.. négro
Elle fait trembler ..
..

Jamaica
Son nom c’est Jamaicaaa
Elle s’appelle Jamaicaaa
Son nom c’est Jamaicaaa
Jamaica
Son nom c’est Jamaicaaa
Versuri-lyrics.info
Elle s’appelle Jamaicaaa
Son nom c’est Jamaicaaa
Elle fraîche comme ..
Originaire du Mali et du Congo
Je pense à elle, j’ai des frissons dans l’dos ouiii.
Still Fresh paroles
Video Still Fresh

I was walkin’ down the street
Concentratin’ on truckin’ right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other

I say
I don’t like cricket oh no
I love it
I don’t like cricket no no
I love it
Don’t you walk thru my words
You got to show some respect
Don’t you walk thru my words
‘Cause you ain’t heard me out yet

Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said I’ll give you one dollar
I said You’ve got to be jokin’ man
It was a present from me Mother
He said I like it I want it
I’ll take it off your hands
And you’ll be sorry you crossed me
You’d better understand that you’re alone
A long way from home

And I say
I don’t like reggae no no
I love it
I don’t like reggae oh no
I love it
Don’t you cramp me style
Don’t you queer me pitch
Don’t you walk thru my words
‘Cause you ain’t heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin’ pina colada
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something harder
She said I’ve got it you want it
My harvest is the best
And if you try it you’ll like it
And wallow in a dreadlock holiday

And I say
Don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her
Don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Don’t you walk through her words
You got to show some respect
Don’t you walk thru her words
‘Cause you ain’t heard her out yet

I don’t like cricket oh no
I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
I don’t like reggae oh no
I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
I don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her (Dreadlock holiday)

[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

[Hook]
If you wanna get by
You better not come shy
You can whinge and cry
Til’ your eyes get dry but it still won’t fly
They throw dirt on the sly
I ain’t even gotta try
And when they wanna know why
And they need a reply
I ain’t even gonna lie

[Verse 1]
I ain’t even gonna lie
I want a piece of the pie
They told me reach for the sky
I said each to their own if you wanna get high
Gonna get high on my own supply
I can’t rely on a guy
I don’t even wanna pry
And my pride’s at an all time high
Bare priors, an’ I’ll provide
Provide the vibe inside (inside)
And the vibe is wide
Worldwide, get down where the hell can I hide?
They can’t deny or divide the cypher
I’m so live I’m a survivor
Rough rider, east sider
Spit fire, saliva on ya
You know the runnins
Can’t be summin, I’m slummin
I done rolled through the slums in somethin’ stunnin’
Stunted once and the cops keep coming
What are you bunnin?
Flew to Jamaica
Tryin’ to have fun and get a little bit of sun in
Thugs at the entrance tryna get the gun in
Man are so wicked and cunning

[Hook]
If you wanna get by
You better not come shy
You can whinge and cry
Til your eyes get dry but it still won’t fly
They throw dirt on the sly
I ain’t even gotta try
And when they wanna know why
And they need a reply
I ain’t even gonna lie

[Refrain]
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
Why lie? I’m the guy
One finger in the sky
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
Top guy, I don’t beg no bly

[Verse 2]
Bookie
Stay on duty they can’t spook me
Salue they can’t mute me
And the beg friend ting don’t suit me
They can say what they want but they can’t uproot me
I’m en route in a coupe going loopy
And I’m in it for the booty
I said I’m in it for the loot, I ain’t talkin’ bout a groupie
Excuse me, cos I refuse to lose and these girls are choosy
Suzie got a little woosie had a little booze and a doobie
Movin’ unruly, had a little boogie
Suzie’s a little too boujee but she wants to move with the goonies
She don’t want a smoothie
Truthfully, she don’t wanna go to the movies
Wanna get a million views on her boobies
Oi
Don’t get lost in the sauce
Get caught off course
Of course I’ve mastered the force
Hop of the porch, I’m horseless off in a Porsche
I’m often soaring abroad
Boppin’ aboarder, lord of the world explorin’ the shore
Sure I’m a baller, all in boy in da corner
I don’t gotta warn ya

[Hook]
If you wanna get by
You better not come shy
You can whinge and cry
Til your eyes get dry but it still won’t fly
They throw dirt on the sly
I ain’t even gotta try
And when they wanna know why
And they need a reply
I ain’t even gonna lie

[Refrain]
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
Why lie? I’m the guy
One finger in the sky
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
Top guy, I don’t beg no bly

[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

[Chorus]
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you, you, you
Taking it back just like that

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
I’m still waiting on you niggas to inspire me
Lately, I’ve been feeling like retiring, UBSing
I take a pull from the Romeo y Julieta
Like if niggas ain’t leveling, hiring, UPSes
I’m challenging y’all niggas to move the needle
If not, fuck it, I made enough, it’s cool with me though
The quickest way to have your pimping in doubt
Is to let the hibachi chef throw a shrimp in yo’ mouth
That’s a flag like it’s crips in the house, fag like a dick in the spout
Past life itchin’ just to come out
All of y’all just be telling them lies
Most exciting thing y’all can do is jump out the closet yelling "Surprise!"
I’m a product of Funkadelic and Parliament
I blow the roof off and make all you chicks suck my doggy dick
I give you niggas a Mardi Gras full of martyrs to party with
It’s apparent, I slaughter you and your guardian
So tell your muscle I make a doctor open him up
And button him looking like a skeleton wearing a Cardigan
Now, who the fuck want it? Now of you who got the back of
Who the fuck want it, bro? I got the scolio
Y’all niggas be wanting too much dough, slow your roll
I don’t know how much I’ll loan ya, I’m not OVO
Woah, for those who try to live the rough life
Pistol through your clothes, slugs ripping through your cashmere
Give a nigga a buck 50 like I’m the cashier
Leave us left for the beef, resting in peace, you tough, right?
I’ll punch a nigga to Timbuktu
I got a drum, I’ll front a nigga ten bucks too
The outcome of playing big bank to little bank with me
Will prolly be a hundred thousand in ten bucks too
Uh, y’all lonely savage on the mollies acting like your life is violent
I’m catapulting bodies, catching ’em like a virus
Try to violate me, my ETA is a major scene
And it will be the day, it will be the GTA "wasted" screen

[Chorus]
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you
Yes, I’m
I’m still waiting on you, you, you
Taking it back just like that

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game’s ’bout who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy jewelry at these award shows
Was never rich, but dropping gems to poor souls
Tap a super model, she [?] in morse codes
Screaming with my head in her box, it ain’t a Vogue pose
God’s favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all flavors
If I made it, we all made it
‘Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck ’em
But I’m just me, I never claim to be the toughest
Ain’t gotta tell fake dope stories for you to love ’em
Blood rushing like when I rush in, it’s hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me crack baby
Tell ’em nothing changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I ain’t for the monkey shit
Shooters with banana clips, dumping ’em
Catching ’em slipping and peel ’em up at the family function and
Tell me who I’m up against, I run this shit
Nigga, the only thing could kill a legend is a double dish
Ride on ’em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya
You know I snuck the thing in this bitch just like a foreigner
Pay no mind, it’s no biggy, but shit I’m warning ya
The way I ball gon’ make a nigga corner ya
Tell the coroners "come", baby, there’s been a murder
Never was underrated, nigga, I’m unheard of
You outta line like you ain’t got a lotta drive
Fuck around and clash with some niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I’m a man with a lot of pride
Got my mama’s eyes
From the ghetto, I’m traumatized, where I lie confined
As I watch my demons ménage screaming "I’m alive"
Life is a freak, I put faith is this lady mama lie
I just sign on the dotted line
It’s for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta time

[Chorus]
Just like that, that, that, that
That

[Verse 3: ElZhi]
I’m poisonous pesticide, extra wide nostrils
Hostile infects aside, it’s the chainsaw massacre
Texas side in a Lexus fried doing donuts
As if I grabbed the coffee with it for breakfast
This shit I write it make you ball up your fist to fight and
Take off on a nigga, make him think he missed a flight
So you shouldn’t ignore me then, I can trade lines with Scorpion
Or pretend I’m not Kevorkian, just his dorky twin
And I ain’t got a lock when I’m sticking the door key in
Cause I got this in the bag like apartment 4B when
Jigga was a hustler who later wrote about it on the intro
To In My Lifetime, and you’s a customer
Not accustomed to how I’m on the cusp of greatness
And at the top of the food chain, I could hump the waitress and
How you do these dishes? I’m truly vicious
I know you wish my life sucked and Death blew me kisses
But I’m extra closer to the Testarossa
The best, supposed to make you sick to your stomach till you possess an ulcer
You know my reputation, who in yo’ camp wanna step to Jason?
A sick disease that cut into you like six degrees of separation
You’ll find it’s more lines in this rhyme than a brick of ki’s
That any crime unit would be quick to seize
From some high rollers who are thick as thieves
Who love the top dog and how he flick his fleas
And I could give you food for thought before fricassee’s
Or I can just rub you out like two crickets’ knees
They rather see me chatching murder charges
‘stead of Jamaica in the spot on my third massage
Living the life that’s in need of a narration
Give me the spotlight, you can keep the interrogation
At the sheriff station
And I swear if you tryna play the don
Think before you dive in murky waters with a megalodon

[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

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
Video 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

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…

[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

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