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  • 2kbaby – Old Soul Lyrics (feat. G Herbo)

    [Intro: 2KBABY]
    Ooh, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah
    Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    You know me, oh IV
    Ooh, yeah

    [Chorus: 2KBABY]
    Big Glock four-oh, yeah
    Ridin’ in a four door, yeah
    We was servin’ low-low, yeah
    Come get it for the low-low, yeah
    Never cuff a ho-ho, yeah
    Drive it off like oh-ho, yeah
    Take it to they front door, yeah
    Never talk to po-po
    Man, I got a old soul, yeah (Man, I got a old soul)
    I’m sorry that I got a old soul, yeah (I’m sorry that I got a old soul)
    But we only totin’ on four-fours
    And I’m never breaking the bro code
    Do this shit all for my big bro, yeah (Do this shit all for my big bro, yeah)

    [Verse 1: 2KBABY]
    I’m sorry that I got a old soul, yeah
    Like, can I get a minute, let a nigga finish
    I’m too deep up in it, uh
    They hate how I’m winnin’, sorry I been sinnin’
    They say I’m forgiven, uh
    Mad that I can’t flip it, I put up them digits
    Told ’em go and get it, uh
    Find ’em out here spinnin’, man they got precision
    I know they ain’t missing, uh
    Tryna please my mama, stackin’ up these commas
    I’m just like my papa, uh
    I ain’t with the drama, call me the Don Dada
    I move like Obama, uh
    Plus I keep a llama and I love the choppas
    Bitch I’m like Mufasa, uh
    Hotter than a sauna, name a rapper hotter
    I’ma say he not a, uh
    I’m— I’m in love with Louis, I’m in love with Gucci
    She in love with Prada, uh
    He say he gon’ shoot me, bitch, my life a movie
    I get that a lotta
    This clip hold a hundred anacondas, stick it in the choppa
    Show you who’s a shotta, bitch, pick up your partner
    Nigga now I got her, you can’t say de nada

    [Chorus: 2KBABY & G Herbo]
    Big Glock four-oh, yeah
    Ridin’ in a four door, yeah
    We was servin’ low-low, yeah
    Come get it for the low-low, yeah
    Never cuff a ho-ho, yeah
    Drive it off like oh-ho, yeah
    Take it to they front door, yeah
    Never talk to po-po
    Man, I got a old soul, yeah (Man, I got a old soul)
    I’m sorry that I got a old soul, yeah (I’m sorry that I got a old soul)
    But we only totin’ on four-fours
    And I’m never breaking the bro code
    Do this shit all for my big bro, yeah (Do this shit all for my big bro, yeah, Big Glock four-oh)

    [Verse 2: G Herbo]
    I’m from that block where they rob and they kill
    Young nigga starvin’ and mobbin’ for real
    Way before rap it was Glocks in the field
    Talkin’ like that ’cause he probably for real
    I was front lines, still will when it get real
    Couldn’t be a kid, now I’m grown, got a big wheel
    Slid on niggas, better ask how the Glick feel
    Only Thursday, we done been on six drills
    For real, lit with no deal
    Still in this bitch while my niggas on pills
    All of this ice in this bitch, I’m on chill
    Can’t do no rap nigga shit, get no grill
    Can’t be on rap niggas dick I want mills
    I really slept in the trap with no meals
    I really slept in the trap with them steels
    Four seven kick in the door, gotta peel (Skrrt, nyoom)
    I’m still that nigga
    This like my eighth year in rap and I’m richer
    I still a bust down and packs with my niggas
    I just might walk in the trap with a Richard (Mille)
    I close my eyes, I see cap, I see crystals
    Open my eyes, I see Kobe, see pistols
    f*ck it, I’m gon’ get some more of these dividends
    I slept in county, can’t go in that bitch again (Never)
    Crushes and felons
    Juice make me want put a four in the bitch again
    Told you I never look back, you weren’t listening
    Now I’m so fried, we gotta keep distances
    Two niggas bitches, don’t tell me what bitches did
    I don’t do internet, I’m really in this shit
    Act like you into that, nah, you ain’t innocent (Bop, bop)
    It ain’t no witnesses

    [Chorus: 2KBABY]
    Big Glock four-oh, yeah
    Ridin’ in a four door, yeah
    We was servin’ low-low, yeah
    Come get it for the low-low, yeah
    Never cuff a ho-ho, yeah
    Drive it off like oh-ho, yeah
    Take it to they front door, yeah
    Never talk to po-po
    Man, I got a old soul, yeah (Man, I got a old soul)
    I’m sorry that I got a old soul, yeah (I’m sorry that I got a old soul)
    But we only totin’ on four-fours
    And I’m never breaking the bro code
    Do this shit all for my big bro, yeah (Do this shit all for my big bro, yeah)

    [Outro]
    I’m sorry that I got a old soul, yeah


  • Section Boyz – Lock Arff (At The O2 Arena London) (Live)

    Yo, what them know about lock arff?
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Face get chop arff
    Wah? Steel and copper
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    What them know about lock arff?
    Ayo likkle man
    What you know about lock arff?
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Wah? Steel and copper
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Wah? Shutdown lock arff
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Not a big man ting
    What you know about lock arff?
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Huh? Steel and copper
    When we do road act, man
    Everyting lock arff
    Huh? Everyting lock arff
    What? Everyting lock arff
    Whoa, steel and copper
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Rifle a pop arff
    ‘Nough gyal get wuk arff
    Unnu take unnu top arff
    This about fi get lock arff
    Man, war is war
    Bro got the keys for the cyar
    Bro got the sweets for the star
    Man a rise and pop arff
    Man’s champy get buss arff
    That’s a shutdown lock arff
    Man’s side road block arff
    Man’ll knock your block arff
    Bro took that top arff
    There ain’t no time for no stop arffs
    Mad brassiere get pop arff
    Man a rise and pop arff
    Fuck what you heard
    Bro, man are real life shotta
    Call up for a bird
    Amni’s coming in proper
    Four door swerve, skrrr skrrr, skrrr
    Bang, road lock lock arff
    Long nose ting with the two shells
    You can see the front bit bruck arff
    Still up in the streets, still up in the pay
    No rave tryna make papers
    Still up on my knees before I do street
    And pray God make some changes
    But I see them haters hating
    And tell a man fuck arff
    And I ring trap when I do road
    I don’t need top up
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Wah? Steel and copper
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Wah? Shutdown lock arff
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Not a big man ting
    What you know about lock arff?
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Huh? Steel and copper
    When we do road act, man
    Everyting lock arff
    Huh? Everyting lock arff
    What? Everyting lock arff
    Whoa, steel and copper
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Everyting lock arff
    Trap line pop arff
    Funny boy, haha
    She give me hmm now, uh uh
    Gyal’s always tun so tun it
    Before the man run arff
    Phone ish matic for the matic
    Everything lock arff
    120 on the modes
    In the German, better hashtag #Russian scratch car
    Do it for my brother or mama
    My white friend said that it’s pucker
    Bro in the kitchen whipping Chris Tucker
    I ain’t into kissing, she could be a yucker
    Talking to me? Better talk to me proper
    Walk with the Zs and I drop it on a runner
    In the trap with some young guns
    Since young, been a wild bunch
    Dum dums and shotgun
    Big rack, she a hot one
    Feds at the door, I’m on the third floor
    Balcony, had to hop arff
    Smoke ‘nough ganja like a Rasta
    Phone kill like E. Honda
    Bread more tryna make that butter
    M10, no squeeze, make it stutter
    Two shots from the dots, that’s dumb and dumber
    High road get lock arff
    Do it, then run arff
    Hit it from the back, then I run arff
    Back to them Zs getting chopped up, Mad Max
    You already know I’m a shotta
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Wah? Steel and copper
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Wah? Shutdown lock arff
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Not a big man ting
    What you know about lock arff?
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Huh? Steel and copper
    When we do road act, man
    Everyting lock arff
    Huh? Everyting lock arff
    What? Everyting lock arff
    Whoa, steel and copper
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Man’ll get everyting locked, shots
    Everyting pop, brick
    Block down blocks
    Gyal with the belly ring top
    She like semis and Glocks
    Stepped in there, any man watch
    Section plus twenty man, what?
    Take a man’s Timbs, my man tell a man what
    Man’ll get everyting locked
    Everyting locked, locked off
    Movies, send a man in
    T-house, send a man shop
    Groupies send a man tings
    Big acts send a man blocks
    Two keys get a man robbed
    Two keys get a man singed
    2ps, chips in a box
    Movies, clips, man watch
    Doobies lit
    Do by spit getting rocked
    Man are real Don Dada
    Old school like ragga
    Man, I need them pounds and dollar
    Run through green light, grasshopper
    Gyal with the big breasts and the backa
    Wan’ come get the room ram or the dagger
    Tun ting dem guy gyal road blocka
    When we do road, man haffi move proper
    Everyting lit, every day lock arff
    We getting lit, champagne pop arff
    Still up in the bits, tryna get guala
    Skank ting pop and them man runner
    Roll with the brucky, all chock-a-blocka
    Plastic yout, them are fake like tupper
    Talk to the feds, got ‘nough man lock arff
    Free TK, TY and RockOff
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Wah? Steel and copper
    Wah? Road get lock arff
    Wah? Shutdown lock arff
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Not a big man ting
    What you know about lock arff?
    Wah? Everyting lock arff
    Huh? Steel and copper
    When we do road act, man
    Everyting lock arff
    Huh? Everyting lock arff
    What? Everyting lock arff
    Whoa, steel and copper
    Wah? Road get lock arff


  • Ice Cube – Hello (feat. Dr. Dre & MC Ren)

    Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello}

    I started this gangsta shit
    And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)

    I started this gangsta shit
    And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

    The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
    Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
    When the smoke settle
    I’m just lookin’ for a big yellow
    In six inch stilletos
    Dr. Dre {Hello} perculatin’ keep em waitin
    While you sittin here hatin, yo’ bitch is hyperventilatin’
    Hopin’ that we penetratin, you gets natin’
    Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin’
    Gangbang affiliatin, MC Ren’ll have you
    Wildin’ off a zone and a whole half a gallon
    {Get to dialin} 9 1 1 emergency
    {And you can tell em} It’s my son he’s hurtin me
    {And he’s a felon} On parole for robbery
    Ain’t no coppin a plea, ain’t no stoppin’ a G
    I’m in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
    You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
    They call me the Don Dada
    Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
    Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
    Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I’m a scholar
    The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
    Beg a ho, let it go, dick ain’t edible
    Nigga ain’t federal, I plan shit
    While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts

    Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello}

    I started this gangsta shit
    And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

    I started this gangsta shit
    And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?

    Villain blows up yo’ spot
    Take yo’ notebook yo’ bitch and yo’ Glock
    This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
    You slapped her ass that’s alarmin
    Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
    We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas
    Run trains on golddiggers beware these fo’ niggas
    Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
    Makin’ niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein’ dick
    Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
    So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
    Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo’ fine ass bitch
    Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
    Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
    Bitches – all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
    Same time same channel don’t change the dial
    Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild {Hello}

    I started this gangsta shit
    And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

    I started this gangsta shit
    And this the muh’fuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

    Did I fall off? Got you in your room
    Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
    Just cause I put away the sawed off
    Now I got you sittin back with a smirk
    Listenin with your arms crossed
    Questionin Dre’s credibility {What?}
    Wondering if it’s still in me to produce hits
    Y’all be killin me
    As if I need to make mo’ I got a mansion
    And six cars that are paid fo’ suck my dick! {Hello}
    We came a long way from not givin a fuck
    Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
    Now we got the whole world starstruck
    Made a million plus and still don’t give a motherfuck
    Motherfucker I’m Dre – I don’t need your respect
    I don’t need to make another album bitch I don’t gotta do shit
    I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
    Fuck the fame, I’m still stayin the same, lil’ bitch! {Hello}

    I started this gangsta shit
    And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

    I started this gangsta shit
    And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello}

    Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello}


  • Meek Mill – Make It Work (Priorities 5 Album) letras

    [Intro: Meek Mill]
    I used to want all that shit, now I got it
    I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga
    Oh!

    [Hook: Meek Mill]
    I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
    I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
    I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
    You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
    Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
    She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
    Surfboard, surfboard
    She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back
    I started trappin’, no hands, tried to get me a pack
    I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack
    You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin’ you whacked
    I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin’ that crack
    Sellin’ that dope, I went through hell bein’ broke
    A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four
    And he ain’t heard from me since and now he smellin’ the smoke
    You fuckboy! Fuckboy!
    Niggas hatin’, I’m like what the fuck for?
    I’m in the 6, I’m ridin’ with a plus 4
    She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga

    [Hook: Meek Mill]
    I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
    I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
    I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
    You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
    Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
    She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
    Surfboard, surfboard
    She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

    [Verse 2: Wale]
    Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas
    Keep changin’ on you like late winter
    Springin’ on you for a hoe or somethin’
    My coat season and game different
    Self made, self made nigga
    Well dressed, well paid nigga
    I daredevil err’day, nigga
    Like Hell’s Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!
    Tell them niggas I’ma need a minute
    Undefeated, young sneaker nigga
    Hundred deep, you never see a nigga
    Hennessy in moderation
    But my niggas drinkin’ like them Black Ink niggas
    Hah, Dutch Ceaser nigga
    Meanin’ I cut and leaf a nigga
    Get it? That’s leavin’, nigga
    Scissors, clippers, please forgive me
    Real nigga, hoes around me
    Take bitches, repeat offender
    Ho, ho, please don’t let me
    No, no, Easter pinkin’
    I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis
    So they can all go back to just sleepin’ on me

    [Hook: Meek Mill]
    I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
    I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
    I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
    You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
    Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
    She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
    Surfboard, surfboard
    She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

    [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
    Niggas lookin’ at me when I step into the party
    It’s the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin’ Don Dada
    All my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly
    Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money
    Catchin’ feelings when I pull up in it…. rrrk!
    Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin’ spinach
    Now follow me, Balenciagas like they’re Nikes, nigga
    Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga
    Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog
    Parkin’ lot, chicken wings, then we skatin’ off
    Still headbussin’ bitches, now I break you off
    And if a nigga step to me, I’ll break the law
    Now follow me, front your boy and I’ma make you work
    If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk
    Nigga, ridin’ through the city, I remain alert
    Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk

    [Hook: Meek Mill]
    I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
    I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
    I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
    You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
    Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
    She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
    Surfboard, surfboard
    She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it