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  • DJ Esco – My Peak Lyrics

    [Intro: Future]
    Super

    [Hook: Future]
    Head full of smoke
    Body full of [?]
    I don’t measure no more, pour it til it’s pink
    As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat
    I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
    I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
    As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat
    I ain’t barely reached my peak, no

    [Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
    My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
    I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA
    I don’t wanna hear about no masters
    I just hit my pastor, it’s faster
    They gon’ [?] the cuban when I pass away
    I probably still be ballin’ when I pass away
    I just got a text that say keep goin’
    I just got a check that say keep goin’
    [?], [?]
    Everything [?], phone airplane mode (alright alright)
    Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
    You might be the devil, you don’t fuck with me
    I’mma keep makin’, I make extra payments
    I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
    I’mma make them nations deal us reparations
    Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon
    I be doing shit they only think about
    I might throw a milli in the Chase account
    Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
    You might be [?]

    [Hook: Future]
    Head full of smoke
    Body full of [?]
    I don’t measure no more, pour it til it’s pink
    [As I’m lifting up the doors?], [?]
    I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
    I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
    [As I’m lifting up the doors?], [?]
    I ain’t barely reached my peak, no


  • Bitch – Ugly God lyrics

    Lyrics Ugly God – Bitch

    Bitch. (x17)

    No I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
    B*tch I’m a disaster, bite your b*tch just like a raptor
    Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
    Pussy bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
    All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a KAPA b*tch
    Boy I’m broke as f*ck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA b*tch
    Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA b*tch
    Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin.

    B*tch. (x17)

    B*tch you know my handle, hump your b*tch just like a camel
    B*tch I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
    I can’t trust a b*tch I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
    Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
    I’m colder than your cooler, deeper then the sewer
    All my niggas shooters piss me off they’ll have to do you
    I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
    I f*cked her with no condom but no worries b*tch I’m neutered.

    B*tchhh. (x33)
    Ugly God lyrics
    Video Ugly God


  • KAMI – Home Movies letras

    [Verse 1: Kami de Chukwu]
    Fuck ‘em, beat ‘em up, cuff ‘em
    All up in that wagon where them boys done chucked ‘em
    Chocolate, took a nigga wheels just for puffin’
    Locked him in a dungeon, always left his tummy rumblin, bubblin
    Told him that he seen better days, the nightfall came but he dreamed a better way
    And the thoughts on his mind always seemed to display
    A scene of dismay on the screen that just play
    All and all forever understand it’s never over
    Sip that heavy liquor ‘til you feelin’ light all over
    Drop a couple tracks ‘til them bitches bending over
    And a bubble butt slut’s tricking out for your quota
    Pimp, always let his cup runneth over
    Simps, tearing up when they hearts broken
    Him, never gave a fuck about all of that
    Money, fam, and music and we here to save all of that
    Savemoney baller raps, off the top them baller hats, dunkin’ on them smaller cats, poised to be the [?] raps
    Snitches, bitches, who be all up at your soul
    At your money, at your gold, at your dreams, at your goals
    A nigga never fold, ‘cause he had to play his cards right
    Surely you will shine bright when you step in limelight
    Words of advice to my homies who be hustlin’
    Every butter for my brothers, never fuck with English muffins, cousin
    Mama thought her son would be nothing
    Turned a bunch of nothing to a whole lot of something
    All he ever wanted was Mama’s sweet loving
    A couple pies baked ready straight up out the oven
    Got these fiends buzzing, loving on the product
    Savemoney like I’m serving sauce for the five buck
    Throw them fives up, pay respect to my fam
    Savemoney be the clan and Chicago be the land, God damn
    How you count them thoughts off the treetops
    Kept ‘em pumped up like an old pair of Reeboks
    Shout my nigga Reese, make ‘em buckle at they knee socks
    One hitter quitters to the face, make them knees pop
    So please stop, don’t do it
    It’s off of the top more often than not
    I’m battling cops, in the studio strapped with my guys
    And I be moving with the Savemoney clan on the fly, ‘til I die

    [Hook: Michael Anthony]
    If you come from my home
    You’ll probably catch me in the Windy, off some Sweets and some Remy
    I don’t sleep, we be winning
    If you come from my home
    You know the opps on the rise, when we see ‘em we say fuck ‘em, Savemoney still alive
    If you come from my home
    You’ll probably catch us on a train in a daze, 20 deep blowing loud at the lames
    If you come from my home
    Eyes scorched, jealous thoughts tryin’ to derail us

    [Verse 2: Caleb James]
    From the city where real gangsters wear they hat to the right
    Little kids on the corner selling crack for the pipe
    Where out of town rappers come and gotta tuck in they ice
    But ain’t no other city better, I put that on my life
    This for my niggas on the grind with a jab in they sock
    For my nigga on the west side, hugging the block
    Never been arrested, but I have no love for a cop
    I had my hands on keyboards trying to be like my pops
    So, you gon’ say I ain’t no real nigga, boy
    Been had the bread before deal nigga
    You see, I be chilling with them ill niggas
    One call away and make you disappear like David Copperfield nigga
    Pop then go vanish, holding my cannon for niggas that up [?]
    I hope we out jam ‘em, Savemoney that’s the family, know we do damage
    Five finger discount, you know they can’t stand us like

    [Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
    Mama mia, ooh I’m a dreamer, burn up this for Rod, turn up this for Tina
    Chance the Rapper, ooh Chance le Rapper
    I speak France, Jones my Alma Mater
    All that matters is mistakes and ladders
    Slick snakes and comeups, mixtapes and chatter
    Igh, pause
    As our laughter, draft up my master plan faster faster
    Chance the rap master, Fax in my taxes, shows is my classes, drugs is my FAFSA
    Kami de Chukwu, modern day guru
    Save monetary, my mama say [?]
    Roost in the morn, sing through the yawns
    I know your eyes heavy, but rest when you’re gone
    You say you save money, but say sunny nigga
    They saying they need you, you stay then you left em, Igh

    [Hook]
    [Michael Anthony]
    If you come from my home
    I’d probably Cobain if it wasn’t for the [?] and the feelings
    If you come from my home

    [Bridge: Vic Mensa]
    We’re all lil niggas, got all lil triggers, done all got bigger
    (If you come from my home)
    Then let ‘em know you bout it nigga
    If you from the Chi throw up your “C’s”

    [Verse 4: Vic Mensa]
    From my block to your block, from Hyde Park to O Block
    I’m southside to Oak Street to downtown to dope spots
    Up in the smoke lot, up in the murder scene
    They say you make ‘em come true, they wanna come kill your dreams
    They pulling bangers on you, now tell me what you gon’ do
    Either you fight or you run, you either win or you lose
    There too many options where they poppin’ If I’m gone before they [?] was a problem
    I know I kiss a killer like I’m rocking right beside him
    In the fall they took my nigga, though the laws ain’t never find him
    I’m dead every day, if don’t risk it then you never finna get shit
    I learned the bigger the role, the bigger the pot that you done pissed with
    Teachers thought we was punks, back in school we was the misfits
    Used to serve in the days, after school I did the dishes
    Shoutout to my boss who fired me on some bitch shit
    And all the teachers who said I’d never get shit

    [Hook: Michael Anthony]
    If you come from my home
    You’ll probably catch me in the Windy, off some Sweets and some Remy
    I don’t sleep, we be winning
    If you come from my home
    You know the opps on the rise, when we see ‘em we say fuck ‘em, Savemoney still alive
    If you come from my home
    You’ll probably catch us on a train in a daze, 20 deep blowing loud at the lames
    If you come from my home
    Eyes scorched, jealous thoughts tryin’ to derail us

    [Bridge]
    We’re all lil niggas, got all lil triggers, done all got bigger
    (If you come from my home)
    Then let ‘em know you bout it nigga
    If you from the Chi throw up your “C’s”