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  • K-Rino – Stop Resisting Lyrics

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    Yeah man
    Sittin’ here tryna figure out
    Why law enforcement
    Keep on decidin’ they wanna kill black people, man
    It’s startin’ to get to me
    Check this out

    [Verse 1]
    Police killing black people never ended, they still do
    The second they pulled you over, they intended to kill you
    Marked for the flamin’, even with no talk or complainin’
    Provocation and escalation is a part of the trainin’
    They start with the game and even when you offer your name and identification they aim and sparks get to raining
    Or stomped to the pavement, to them it’s just all entertainment
    No probable cause, forced in armed bars and restrainin’
    We look at the cycle but will the crooked be liable?
    It’s posted on every social site, the footage is viral
    Comments from every race and political rivals
    Provide views based on what side they subscribe to
    The racists showin’ up on every post with imaginary quotes
    And those of hypothetical scenarios
    They be like, ‘Maybe he did this or did that’
    But wait, I got a maybe for your maybe he was black

    [Hook]
    You got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

    Got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

    [Verse 2]
    They be like
    Keep your hands where I can see ‘em, show me your ID
    Why you movin’ around? You tryna pull a weapon on me?
    See you just lookin’ for a reason you can blow me to pieces
    How I’m supposed to get my license out? Telekinesis?
    Cops treat blacks differently, won’t none of ‘em say
    How the hell you feelin’ threatened when I’m runnin’ away?
    Then you cap ‘em and stun, listen, you the adamant one
    He’ll cuff you then accuse you of grabbin’ his gun
    It’s a part of procedure made up in order to bleed ya
    Don’t believe the garbage the police department’ll feed ya
    Investigations that leave us despising the system
    And the media instantly criminalizes the victim
    ‘He jaywalked in ’03, he had weed in his house
    One night he got drunk and accidentally peed on his couch’
    They look for anything they can find to cover the fact
    That he got murdered by a racist swine who don’t like blacks

    [Hook]
    You got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

    Got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

    [Verse 3]
    You try to say ‘I know my rights,’ they’ll laugh at you
    Police chief said he did what he had to do
    Gotta watch the coon police who passin’ through
    ‘cause black cops whoopin’ black people asses too
    Innocent people everyday get sadly arrested
    You approached the car already mad and aggressive
    You ain’t enforcin’ the law, only intimidation
    Tryna turn the hood back into the slave plantation
    White ladies call the cops on us every evening
    ‘Uh, yes, there’s a black guy at a bus stop breathing’
    Can’t barbecue, can’t take a nap ‘round them
    Can’t sell water, can’t cut the grass or swim
    You see ‘em on television and they’re backin’ the statements
    I ain’t crackin’ jokes, all of these are actual cases
    Media know it’s a lie but they still gon’ play it
    You could already be dead and they still gon’ say it

    [Hook]
    You got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening

    Got your hands in the air, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Hogtied on your stomach, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Been shot twenty times, they like, “Stop resisting”
    Tryna tell ‘em but the evil ass cops ain’t listening


  • Lil’ Kim – No Auto Blanco Lyrics

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    Niggas call me Blanco like the mob out here
    We overseas, they like “How you get them Glocks out here?”
    I got killas in different countries, you know squad out here
    Feed a lot of wolves, watch it how you talk out here
    “Fuck Lil’ Kim” – that’s all I hear is people talkin’ evil
    “Fuck Lil’ Kim” – if you say that then bitch I better not see you
    “Fuck Lil’ Kim” – bitch watch your mouth before they can’t ID you
    Laid up in ICU where nobody can’t come see you
    Why these bitches think they safe because I’m not out?
    You know any given time Kimmy could pop out
    Everytime I see these chicks they quick to cop out
    I G’d up these hoes, thinkin’ that they got clout
    Get’cho ass back in that house, we got No Limit tanks
    Master P dropped that shit off last night, we pullin’ rank
    Never talk when gangstas talk unless you ’bout that action
    My track record’ll tell you bitches I ain’t just rappin’
    This Dior coat is the only one, so you can’t jack it
    I’m a masterpiece, wrapped me on his arm like a bust-down Patek
    Niggas flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but they be broke
    Smokin’ on ’em blunts, but don’t want no smoke
    Never count so much right now, my paper’s stackin’ up
    I’m in my Louis bag, you hoes could pack it up
    Ya’ll both got [?] and you out, it ain’t adding up
    But you say you keep it gangsta, nigga that’s cap or what
    Big and Pac’d be alive right now if you niggas ain’t gassed shit up
    If I knew who did it, I’d personally wrap their caskets up
    I’ma keep Frank name alive, my nigga ain’t die for nothin’
    Got shooters out in Brooklyn ready to die for nothin’
    These rats runnin’ around in this jungle, down for nothin’
    Be careful we got apes out here, bitch you lyin’ for nothin’


  • NAV – Habits Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Wheezy outta here
    Yeah

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I got too much money
    I don’t know which drugs that I want (Know which drugs that I want)
    Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
    I’ll match double what you on” (Whatever you on, whatever you on)
    I had one, two, three, four
    I don’t know which cup that I’m on (I don’t know how much I drank)
    I don’t think I need more
    But I might take another one

    [Chorus]
    I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
    I got lots of habits (I’m tryna solve ’em)
    I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
    Try to talk me down and I won’t have it, hey

    [Verse 1]
    Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I’m gone (Lost in my thought)
    Know you don’t really love me, just my songs (My songs)
    Pop another one when I’m alone in my room (Yeah)
    She said that is sad and (Yeah)
    She think I got a habit (Yeah)
    Nowadays, the Perky, it ain’t lasting (Hey)
    I can’t see you, I’m too focused on the cabbage
    Gotta refill my prescription to the Addy
    I’m on uppers, I’m not dosin’ off
    I’ma keep on makin’ this magic, as long as my drugs involved

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I got too much money
    I don’t know which drugs that I want (Know which drugs that I want)
    Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
    I’ll match double what you on” (What did you take? Whatever you on)
    I had one, two, three, four
    I don’t know which cup that I’m on (I don’t know how much I drank)
    I don’t think I need more
    But I might take another one (One more)

    [Chorus]
    I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
    I got lots of habits (I’m tryna solve ’em)
    I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
    Try to talk me down and I won’t have it, hey

    [Verse 2]
    I can’t find my pills, now I’m searchin’ like a dope fiend
    Now I’m rollin’ hard, found some molly in my old jeans
    Smoking so much blunts in the room, look like a smoke screen
    Star player like Kobe, I’m ballin’ with the whole team
    Lookin’ for some juice, we out in Vegas, me and Bugsy
    Don’t gamble with my life, just ’cause all these hoes gon’ fuck me
    When I mix the Addy with the Henny, please don’t touch me
    I just bought some Act’, I sip it slow, this shit is pricey
    I was hot when I was broke, but now you look at me, I’m icy
    Now when I go to the club, they don’t look at my ID
    Gotta make sure that my gang is right beside me
    ‘Cause when I’m rollin’, I can’t see who’s walkin’ by me

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I got too much money
    I don’t know which drugs that I want (I don’t know which drugs that I want)
    Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
    I’ll match double what you on” (What did you take? Whatever you on)
    I had one, two, three, four
    I don’t know which cup that I’m on (I don’t know how much I drank)
    I don’t think I need more
    But I might take another one (One more)

    [Chorus]
    I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
    I got lots of habits (I’m tryna solve ’em)
    I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
    Try to talk me down and I won’t have it, hey


  • NAV – Habits (Original) Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Wheezy outta here
    Yeah

    [Chorus]
    I got too much money, I don’t know which drugs that I want
    Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
    I’ll match double what you on”
    I had one, two, three, four, I don’t know which cup that I’m on
    I don’t think I need more but I might take another one
    I think I’m an addict, I got lots of habits
    I think I’m an addict, try to talk me down and I won’t have it

    [Verse 1]
    Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I’m gone (lLost in my thought)
    Know you don’t really love me, just my songs (My songs)
    Pop another one when I’m alone in my room (My room, yeah)
    She said that is sad and
    She think I got a habit
    Nowadays, the blicky, it ain’t lasting
    I can’t see you, I’m too focused on the cabbage
    Gotta refill my prescription to the Addy
    I’ma up this, without dosing off
    I’ma keep on making this magic, as long as my drugs involved

    [Chorus]
    I got too much money, I don’t know which drugs that I want
    Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
    I’ll match double what you want”
    I had one, two, three, four, I don’t know which cup that I’m on
    I don’t think I need more but I might take another one
    I think I’m an addict, I got lots of habits
    I think I’m an addict, try to talk me down and I won’t have it

    [Verse 2]
    I can’t find my pills, now I’m searching like a dope fiend
    Now I’m rolling hard, found some molly in my old jeans
    Smoking so much blonde, sending rumors like a smoke screen
    Star player like Kobe, I’m balling with the whole team
    Looking for some juice, we out in Vegas, me and Bugsy
    Gamble with my life, just cuz all these hoes gon’ fuck me
    When I mix the Addy with the Henny, please don’t touch me
    I just bought some Act, I sipped it slow, this shit is pricey
    I was hot when I was broke, now you look at me, I’m icy
    Now when I go to the club, they don’t look at my ID
    Gotta make sure that my gang is right besides me
    Cuz when I’m rolling, I can’t see who’s walking by me

    [Chorus]
    I got too much money, I don’t know which drugs that I want
    Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
    I’ll match double what you on”
    I had one, two, three, four, I don’t know which cup that I’m on
    I don’t think I need more but I might take another one
    I think I’m an addict, I got lots of habits
    I think I’m an addict, try to talk me down and I won’t have it


  • Young M.A – Thotiana (Remix) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Red life baby
    Suu whoop

    [Verse 1]
    I keep a bad bitch not a catfish (okay)
    My last bitch, left her in the past tense (okay)
    Thotiana, real name Tatiana (okay)
    Body like Rihanna but she not Rihanna (no way)
    I make the pussy wet she need a mopi-ana (oooh)
    When she bust down make her butt sound like a Glock-iana
    She love it when I eat the boxi-iana (oooh)
    Make her body jerk, legs lock-iana (oooh)
    I beat the pussy then I beat the block-iana (beat it)
    ‘Cause bitch I gotta get back to the guap-iana (beat it)
    She my trap queen call her Trapiana (oooh)
    And we strap-iana never like the honor
    I hit her from the back she got the fatty on her (oooh)
    She can turn a bad day into a happy hour (ayy)
    And she got that coochie oochie wallie wallie (ayy)
    And my shmoney dance then I catch her body (shmoney)
    Me you and Hennessy do not try me (try me)
    I just wanna put my face in that punani (brrr)
    We don’t love Headphanie we don’t love no thotties (nope)
    She put my name on it she my walking ID (oooh)
    Kill the kitty now she a walking zombie (okay)
    Make the pussy drip drip drip drip like a IV

    OOOUUU Thotiana half-savage half-primadonna (ahh)
    I don’t want the check if I don’t see a comma (no-no)
    When I see her pussy I see the Bahamas
    You wanna cry in a Bentley you’ll cry in Honda
    You want the steak and lobster or you want McDonald’s
    Bitch make a choice ’cause it’s either either
    She said she sticking with a nigga like Benihanas (yeah)
    Paparazzi taking pictures of us
    A nigga said she should’ve duck quicker Lori-ana (Ooooh I see you baby)
    I told her put the hoodie on I was tryna hide her
    Homie tricking on her I just bought her flowers (facts)
    Before I buy a bitch I need to know her mileage
    50K or more she a thotiana (yeah she a thot)
    And every nigga drive her, no, no, no that’s a nada (no no)
    We ain’t buying Gucci, we ain’t buying Prada (no no)
    Let’s get it!
    It’s MA, it’s Red Life baby
    OOOUUU


  • Rico Nasty – HARD Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, you know I don’t never know what to say right here
    [?] took it to town

    [Chorus]
    Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
    I getcho nigga HARD
    This blunt is hittin’ HARD
    And what I’m whippin’, HARD
    Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
    I got yo nigga HARD
    This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
    And what I’m whippin’, HARD

    [Verse 1]
    Smoke bamboo, big lit
    Thick white bitch, Iggy
    You know my weed sticky
    What’s the secret Vicky?
    We be turnt like Timmy
    Then we roll out like Jimmy
    My show sold out in your city
    You can’t keep up wit me
    Sit on his face ‘til his nose guard
    To put me down you need both arms
    These bitches mad cause I go hard
    Ready, set, I got on Goyard
    Chains on my belt, I’m a rockstar
    Don’t need ID, I use facecard
    These niggas dig me like a graveyard
    I work hard so I get to play hard

    [Chorus]
    Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
    I getcho nigga HARD
    This blunt is hittin’ HARD
    And what I’m whippin’, HARD
    Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
    I got yo nigga HARD
    This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
    And what I’m whippin’, HARD

    [Verse 2]
    What I got on it ain’t come from the store
    They see me soon as I walk through the door
    I’m up on the roof, I was just on the floor
    How the fuck did I get rich when I was just poor?
    All of these blessings, I’m thankin’ the lord
    I’m never stoppin’ I gotta keep goin’
    I don’t use the brakes when I’m drivin’ a foreign
    I only go faster, I never go slower
    Ballin’ so hard like, “what’s the score?”
    If she want beef, I need a fork
    I know it hurt them to the core
    Your nigga a lame, a bitch, a dork
    Bitch I come from nothin’, every day I’m stuntin’
    I know you ain’t got this, bought it out the country
    Money don’t mean nothin’, get it like it’s double
    If we get into it, you know you in trouble

    [Chorus]
    Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
    I getcho nigga HARD
    This blunt is hittin’ HARD
    And what I’m whippin’, HARD
    Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
    I got yo nigga HARD
    This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
    And what I’m whippin’, HARD


  • Joji – COME THRU Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    Won’t you come through?
    Water on me
    We gon’ walk right through
    And I’m swimming like Nemo
    No caller ID, no
    You don’t really like me, no
    And I don’t really like people
    But you’re better by default

    [Verse]
    No, red rocks so bright (So bright)
    You can open your eyes
    Hell all rise
    Make you so blind (So blind)
    With a thousand teeth like a Leviathan
    Biting tightly on my wrist, it look like heaven
    Weighing tightly on my neck until it breaks
    If I lived too long, you’d kill me with a stake
    No mistake, no mistake, no mistake
    No mistake
    The reflection never point the same way
    ABBA on repeat, yeah
    Diamonds like a dancing queen, so…

    [Chorus]
    Won’t you come through?
    Water on me
    We gon’ walk right through
    And I’m swimming like Nemo
    No caller ID, no
    You don’t really like me, no
    And I don’t really like people
    But you’re better by default
    Won’t you come through?
    Water on me
    We gon’ walk right through
    And I’m swimming like Nemo
    No caller ID, no
    You don’t really like me, no
    And I don’t really like people
    But you’re better by default


  • Neko Case – Curse Of The I-5 Corridor lyrics

    (feat. Mark Lanegan)

    I waited too long to write this down
    The startling sensation is fading
    The sweet, sweet burn of the
    First drink of the night underaged
    Knowing that you’re gonna get away with it

    You were a good man before you knew it
    And I’m not vain enough to think that
    I’d have been good for you if I’d stayed
    In the current of your life
    I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes

    And now I’m so scared about mystery
    I fear I smell extinction in the
    Folds of this novacaine age coming on
    I miss the smell of mystery
    Reverb leaking outta tavern doors
    And not knowing how the sounds were made

    So I left home and faked my ID
    I fucked every man that I wanted to be
    I was so stupid then
    Why should mystery give its last name

    [Refrain, 2x]
    Baby, I’m afraid
    But it’s not your fault
    Maybe I should go
    Home alone tonight

    [Musical interlude]

    Now I’ll see you in our old home
    Where I’m always scared to go
    Those thirty garbage miles
    Making with cigarette butts and used tires
    To be poor is the anchor that makes us so sure

    Your sandy voice across my brow you haven’t aged a day
    Is it because you took a shortcut that
    Makes people say you’re crazy
    Is it true
    You’re a time traveler, you
    Is it true
    I’ve seen crazy too

    Can it be a comfort between us
    Because I never want to know for sure

    [Refrain, 2x]
    Baby, I’m afraid
    But it’s not your fault
    Maybe I should go
    Home alone tonight

    The instrumental over the bridge

    [Musical interlude]

    Now I write this in a pale town
    Where excitement is a yellow curd
    My dream awake leaps through my window
    From the highway

    You turn my handles at the brake too late
    It needs to tease metric tons
    The crash comes, comes, comes
    It goes down my public face
    Behind the reservoir of collar bones
    Forms two private lakes

    Baby, I’m a fool

    Hopping is so easy
    You haven’t gained a day
    To self-fulfilling prophecies
    Who don’t even have each other
    Not that we would ever get away with it


  • The Magician – Las Vegas

    featuring Ebenezer

    Girl, your loving is way too dangerous
    Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas
    You want party favours
    Are there any takers?
    Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas

    Yeah yeah yeah
    You’re getting in free,
    you didn’t even bring your ID
    and you got work in the morning
    But you don’t care, c’est la vie
    Straight to the bar, order up a couple of drinks
    Like a Cosmo with the mint like
    and you got your friends here, your friends here

    Girl, you’re scared of love
    Let me do you right
    Yeah, you need love
    Let me do you right
    You’ve been hurt before
    Let me do you right
    If you’re looking for love, girl
    Let me do you right
    (x2)

    Girl, your loving is way too dangerous
    Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas
    You want party favours
    Are there any takers?
    Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas

    Now you’re on the dancefloor
    Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
    Don’t stop, love the way you shake it
    Give you my body, but you gotta give me yours
    Good God, I think I really hit the jackpot
    So get the camera for the snapshot
    You just gotta let down your hair, down your hair.

    Girl, you’re scared of love
    Let me do you right
    Yeah, you need love
    Let me do you right
    You’ve been hurt before
    Let me do you right
    If you’re looking for love, girl
    Let me do you right
    (x2)

    Girl, you can, you can be sure
    That I’ll stay forever yours
    Girl, you can, you can be sure
    I’ll be forever yours.

    Girl, you’re scared of love
    Let me do you right
    Yeah, you need love
    Let me do you right
    You’ve been hurt before
    Let me do you right
    If you’re looking for love, girl
    Let me do you right
    (x4)


  • Remy Ma – Melanin Magic (Pretty Brown) (feat. Chris Brown)

    [Intro]
    Pretty brown eyes
    You know!

    [Verse 1: Remy Ma]
    I got that up north glow, body lookin’ like cinnamon
    I’m runnin’ shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament
    Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin
    Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard
    I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin’
    Always fly, I stay in a cockpit
    I want it, I cop it
    Opened the door, then locked it
    Every time Remy touch the city, stop it

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    You’re my pretty brown eyes
    They all on ya and they want you
    I know they need you in they life
    But you my vibe tonight and I love you
    Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
    Saying what you wanna do
    Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
    Is what I wanna do

    [Verse 2: Remy Ma]
    I’ma real rider, rap crown taker
    Ass so soft because it’s not fake
    I can show you how to move in a room full of whole bitches
    He met me and now he don’t even know bitches
    I see you, be on IG "I’m thick"
    You sit down you need an IV
    Show me your ID ’cause I don’t know you chicks
    You scared of heights (no?)
    Well then jump off my dick

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    You’re my pretty brown eyes
    They all on ya and they want you
    I know they need you in they life
    But you my vibe tonight and I love you
    Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
    Saying what you wanna do
    Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
    Is what I wanna do

    [Verse 3: Chris Brown]
    You know I don’t care bring that ass right here for me
    Take it all off for me baby, lemme see somethin’
    I know you the best for me, you a real winner
    Baby girl you bad as fuck, I’m a real nigga
    You know, you know that ill always be there for you
    Won’t let you go, I’ll always will take care of you
    Because you’re mine, pretty brown eyes

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    You’re my pretty brown eyes
    They all on ya and they want you
    I know they need you in they life
    But you my vibe tonight and I love you
    Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
    Saying what you wanna do
    Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
    Is what I wanna do


  • Remy Ma – Melanin Magic (Pretty Brown) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Pretty brown eyes
    You know!

    [Verse 1: Remy Ma]
    I got that up north glow, body lookin’ like cinnamon
    I’m runnin’ shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament
    Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin
    Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard
    I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin’
    Always fly, I stay in a cockpit
    I want it, I cop it
    Opened the door, then locked it
    Every time Remy touch the city, stop it

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    You’re my pretty brown eyes
    They all on ya and they want you
    I know they need you in they life
    But you my vibe tonight and I love you
    Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
    Saying what you wanna do
    Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
    Is what I wanna do

    [Verse 2: Remy Ma]
    I’ma real rider, rap crown taker
    Ass so soft because it’s not fake
    I can show you how to move in a room full of whole bitches
    He met me and now he don’t even know bitches
    I see you, be on IG “I’m thick”
    You sick, damn, you need an IV
    Show me your ID ’cause I don’t know you chicks
    You scared of heights (no?)
    Well then jump off my dick

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    You’re my pretty brown eyes
    They all on ya and they want you
    I know they need you in they life
    But you my vibe tonight and I love you
    Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
    Saying what you wanna do
    Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
    Is what I wanna do

    [Verse 3: Chris Brown]
    You know I don’t care bring that ass right here for me
    Take it all off for me baby, lemme see somethin’
    I know you the best for me, you a real winner
    Baby girl you bad as fuck, I’m a real nigga
    You know, you know that ill always be there for you
    Won’t let you go, I’ll always will take care of you
    Because you’re mine, pretty brown eyes

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    You’re my pretty brown eyes
    They all on ya and they want you
    I know they need you in they life
    But you my vibe tonight and I love you
    Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
    Saying what you wanna do
    Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
    Is what I wanna do


  • Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson)

    Corner store, 2 AM
    Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
    Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
    In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
    All in my Jansport
    Moving to Utah, run with
    Might treat your block like a dance floor
    Finesse the rent out the landlord
    Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
    Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
    I’m pushing, moving work, proving
    There’s commas on the way
    Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
    It’s sad that they know my face
    Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
    Declining the call from labels
    Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
    They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
    Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
    I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
    I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
    Corner store, 2 AM
    Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
    Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
    In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
    Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
    Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
    I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
    We ain’t have no common sense
    Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
    Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
    We blow dank out that window
    Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
    I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
    Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
    We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
    Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
    On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
    Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
    I was just doing my thing (my thing)
    Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
    Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
    But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
    Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
    Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
    And getting hella faded
    Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
    Corner store, 2 AM
    Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
    Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
    In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Taking my time, working it out
    Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
    All in my loins, all on my nerves
    Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
    Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
    Can’t afford none of what you ordered
    Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
    Off the wall but on the boarder
    Pushing pen to the paper for peso
    They wanna leggo
    Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
    You gotta love it
    That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
    He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
    Boy so wonderful
    Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
    Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
    They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
    Corner store, 2 AM
    Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
    Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
    In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Corner store, 2 AM
    Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
    Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
    Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
    Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
    God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
    The courage to change the things I can
    And the wisdom to know the difference


  • Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

    Corner store, 2 AM
    Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
    Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
    In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
    All in my Jansport
    Moving to Utah, run with
    Might treat your block like a dance floor
    Finesse the rent out the landlord
    Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
    Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
    I’m pushing, moving work, proving
    There’s commas on the way
    Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
    It’s sad that they know my face
    Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
    Declining the call from labels
    Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
    They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
    Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
    I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
    I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
    Corner store, 2 AM
    Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
    Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
    In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
    Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
    Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
    I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
    We ain’t have no common sense
    Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
    Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
    We blow dank out that window
    Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
    I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
    Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
    We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
    Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
    On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
    Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
    I was just doing my thing (my thing)
    Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
    Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
    But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
    Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
    Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
    And getting hella faded
    Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
    Corner store, 2 AM
    Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
    Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
    In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Taking my time, working it out
    Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
    All in my loins, all on my nerves
    Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
    Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
    Can’t afford none of what you ordered
    Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
    Off the wall but on the boarder
    Pushing pen to the paper for peso
    They wanna leggo
    Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
    You gotta love it
    That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
    He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
    Boy so wonderful
    Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
    Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
    They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
    Corner store, 2 AM
    Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
    Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
    In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
    Corner store, 2 AM
    Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
    Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
    Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
    Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
    God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
    The courage to change the things I can
    And the wisdom to know the difference


  • Wiz Khalifa – Plane 4 U Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Hallo
    Yeah I was trynna call and see what you was doing today and shit
    Naw I ain’t busy
    You the one the always got shit to do
    Yeah yup
    I know I always say that
    But look I ain’t really got nothing to do later
    And uhm, I was trynna see you if that’s cool
    Yeah I just left the gym so
    I’m gonna go to the crib and I’m come pick you up
    Just listen for my car out front
    Alright, I ain’t gon take too long
    Where my keys at?
    My bad

    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Oooh girl
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Oooh girl

    [Chorus]
    I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
    To roll that plane for you
    Smoking on medical
    Ooh girl
    Smoking on medical
    I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
    To roll that plane for you
    Smoking on medical
    Ooh girl
    Smoking on medical
    I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
    To roll that plane for you
    Smoking on medical
    Ooh girl
    Smoking on medical

    [Verse 1]
    You know what I smoke
    You know what I drive
    You know where I stay
    You frequently fly
    We shop we buy
    We don’t just be looking
    We never be dry
    I always supply it anytime you want
    There ain’t no need to deny
    You’re suppose to be in the sky
    Some people think it’s a lie, but I don’t even know why
    I put my weed in a cone
    We smoking weed like a tribe
    You smoking weed to get by
    We smoking weed to survive
    Smoking that medical

    [Chorus]
    I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
    To roll that plane for you
    Smoking on medical
    Ooh girl
    Smoking on medical
    I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
    To roll that plane for you
    Smoking on medical
    Ooh girl
    Smoking on medical
    I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
    To roll that plane for you
    Smoking on medical
    Ooh girl
    Smoking on medical

    [Mr. Easy Rider:]
    Yeaaheaa
    This one goes out to all my patients and paitent-ettes
    With that medical weed card yall
    And I heard it’s legal in Nevada too
    Recreation on Seattle
    So if you got your ID
    Make sure you show up to your local dispensary
    And cop you some of that KK
    And tell em I sent you
    And to all the states that ain’t legalize it yet
    Get on board man
    We need the green
    Make the world a better place
    By putting the grass all in your face
    Free the weed
    Let everybody’s who’s locked up out of jail
    And let all these patients get well
    There ain’t nothing wrong with it
    You was just raised to think it was bad
    But now its time to change your mind
    Open your eyes yall
    Look around, everybody’s getting high


  • CHANCE THE RAPPER – Big B’s lyrics

    Big business
    Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, fucks
    Yeah, now watch me

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
    Hublot, nigga get some business
    Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
    Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
    Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
    Catch ’em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
    Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
    Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
    And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
    Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
    Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
    Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
    And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
    Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
    Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
    Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
    Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
    65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
    Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
    Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

    [Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
    Please, please
    Treat me like you know who I am
    Please, please
    Bitch I know who I am, uh

    [Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
    I got money on my card
    Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
    I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
    Gross 3 mil off the new hat
    If I could go back, I make the two cap
    Love me in my city like Cusack
    Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
    Get a little money, I’ll oop that
    Split it with my niggas in the group chat
    Left for a minute then I flew back
    Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”
    Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
    Now I can’t ride with the roof back
    Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
    Got an office in the steakhouse
    Gotta bid for the ribs
    Got a meeting at the Ritz
    Gave a trip to my rib
    ‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
    Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
    Bra push up when I pull up, ay
    Got a little money from the tour, yeah
    Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
    Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
    Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
    Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
    Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
    Wake up real early but I eat late
    Go and hit the streets with that brief case
    Time to shake down another cheap skate
    You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake

    [Verse 3: Young Thug]
    Make a nigga bitch tap out
    Then put you in the fours with a real big body
    Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
    Can’t fit in my pocket
    I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my bitch eat pasta
    Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
    Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
    I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
    We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
    When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
    Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
    Young nigga fucked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
    Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
    These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
    So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
    35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
    I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
    I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
    Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

    [Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
    Please, please
    Treat me like you know who I am
    Please, please
    Bitch I know who I am, uh


  • Playboi Carti – New Choppa (feat. A$AP Rocky)

    [Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
    New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
    Actavis pouring up lean
    Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the beam
    I shoot like a king
    All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
    Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, out with the hoe like I’m Ike
    Stack up my cash like a hike, take advantage of the Sprite
    Take the bando bring the height
    We just go hard in the kitchen
    Had a catch up with my bitches, they know that young nigga be living

    [Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
    Run it up, run it up, run it up
    New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
    Run it up, run it up, run it up
    I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
    Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
    New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

    [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
    I roll up an L in the lobby, my partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
    From H to the E double hockey sticks, keep a chopper chop you if you try me bitch
    Let’s see who next on my homi’ list, Carti like Rocky you bodied this
    That’s my prerogative, shit on them that’s on my potty list
    Accused of being boujee by a snobby bitch
    Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
    She say I’m special that’s obvious
    Rich ’cause my ideas
    Run up the racks for most part I rap when they ask what my hobby is
    Run it up, not one of them
    Rich as fuck, I’m a hundred up
    Swipe, swipe like I’m on a bus, it’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush

    [Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
    Run it up, run it up, run it up
    New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
    Run it up, run it up, run it up
    I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
    Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
    New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa


  • Natasha Bedingfield – Let Go

    I have to keep reminding myself
    I’m not like anyone else
    That’s my face on my ID
    That makes me VIP
    No one exactly like this
    No one with my finger prints
    No one can touch you like me
    No I can’t fake what you see

    They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
    They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
    You start with little changes till you don’t know who you are
    Surround yourself with friends who only call you Superstar
    Oh yeah (oh yeah)
    Oh yeah (oh yeah)
    Oh yeah (oh yeah)
    Ready steady, ready let’s go!
    But you don’t know who you are

    The sky is the limit and I just want to float
    Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless
    Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
    Weight of the world tries to hold us down
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless

    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless

    All the things I held in my fist
    If I don’t let go I don’t exist
    They become the things that define me
    How I look and the things to buy me
    That’s not important anymore
    I feel me rising off the floor
    Light as a feather
    I’m carefree
    I’m weightless

    The sky is the limit and I just want to float
    Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless
    Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
    Weight of the world tries to hold us down
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless

    I’m weightless
    (Oh Yeah)
    I’m weightless
    (Oh Yeah)
    I’m weightless

    They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
    They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
    It seems to me that’s so heavy and weighs you down like lead
    Don’t wanna be someone I hate cause that don’t make no sense, no

    The sky is the limit and I just want to float
    Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless

    The sky is the limit and I just want to float
    Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless
    Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
    Weight of the world tries to hold us down
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless
    (Ready set, ready let’s go)

    Oh yeah (oh yeah)
    Oh yeah (oh yeah)
    I’m free as a spirit


  • Yung Simmie – Mr Green Thumb (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

    [Intro]
    Alright alright
    You know I’m always lighting up some shit
    Breaking down some sticky
    Bad bitchies fuck with me man
    Mr. Green Thumb
    Yuhhh

    [Hook]
    Bitch I’m from the slums
    Choppas with the drums
    Rolling up the weed, Mr. Green Thumb
    I got what you need if you need some
    I pull up on the scene just to get me some
    My niggas short bus they go super dumb
    Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
    You get yo’ fucking head bust just for coming wrong
    I be Smoking strong
    Mr. Green Thumb

    [Verse]
    I’m Mr. Green thumb
    And you ain’t high you need some weed son
    Man I be balling don’t need no team son
    Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
    And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
    Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
    I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
    You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
    Money I need some
    Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
    I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
    My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
    Yo face ain’t clean son

    [Hook]
    Bitch I’m from the slums
    Choppas with the drums
    Rolling up the weed, Mr. Green Thumb
    I got what you need if you need some
    I pull up on the scene just to get me some
    My niggas short bus they go super dumb
    Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
    You get yo’ fucking head bust just for coming wrong
    I be Smoking strong
    Mr. Green Thumb


  • Schoolboy Q – Dope Dealer (feat. E-40)

    I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black
    I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap
    I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack
    I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back
    I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat
    I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat
    I use to fly around your city nigga no ID
    I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

    I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way
    I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
    I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
    Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
    Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
    Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
    Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
    Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
    Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
    Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

    Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy
    We got F 57s and we savages, beasty
    My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers
    Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers
    But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable
    Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable
    I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)
    Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash
    The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones
    The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos
    Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos
    Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

    I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday
    Get out the way
    I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
    I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
    Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
    Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
    Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
    Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
    Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
    Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
    Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

    I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low
    Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go
    Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’
    We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled
    You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips
    Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip
    I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came
    They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame
    I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope
    The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow
    We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep
    I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

    You heard what I mean, its your boy yeah its Smacc mane
    Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean
    We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man
    You funky cock biatch

    White stones, panties gone, boom
    2 phones, man he on, boom
    Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
    Big dope, blow your nose, boom
    White stones, panties gone, boom
    2 phones, man he on, boom
    Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
    Big dope, blow your nose, boom


  • Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb

    Alright alright
    You know I’m always lighting up some shit
    Breaking down some sticky
    Bad bitchies fuck with me man
    Mr. Green thumb
    Yuhhh

    Bitch Im from the slums
    Choppas with the drums
    Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
    I got what you need if you need some
    I pull up on the scene just to get me some
    My niggas short bus they go super dumb
    Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
    You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
    I be Smoking strong
    Mr. Green thumb

    I’m Mr. Green thumb
    And you ain’t high you need some weed son
    Man I be balling don’t need no team son
    Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
    And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
    Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
    I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
    You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
    Money I need some
    Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
    I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
    My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
    Yo face ain’t clean son

    Bitch Im from the slums
    Choppas with the drums
    Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
    I got what you need if you need some
    I pull up on the scene just to get me some
    My niggas short bus they go super dumb
    Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
    You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
    I be Smoking strong
    Mr. Green thumb


  • Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb Lyrics

    {intro}
    Alright alright
    You know I’m always lighting up some shit
    Breaking down some sticky
    Bad bitchies fuck with me man
    Mr. Green thumb
    Yuhhh

    {hook}
    Bitch Im from the slums
    Choppas with the drums
    Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
    I got what you need if you need some
    I pull up on the scene just to get me some
    My niggas short bus they go super dumb
    Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
    You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
    I be Smoking strong
    Mr. Green thumb
    {verse}
    I’m Mr. Green thumb
    And you ain’t high you need some weed son
    Man I be balling don’t need no team son
    Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
    And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
    Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
    I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
    You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
    Money I need some
    Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
    I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
    My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
    Yo face ain’t clean son

    {hook}
    Bitch Im from the slums
    Choppas with the drums
    Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
    I got what you need if you need some
    I pull up on the scene just to get me some
    My niggas short bus they go super dumb
    Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
    You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
    I be Smoking strong
    Mr. Green thumb


  • DJ Mustard – Dope Boy (feat. Ot Genesis & Jeezy) (Cold Summer Album) letras

    [Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
    Straight dope with homie, bought to do dirt
    Got a plug with no money, can’t buy work
    Just hit me a lick I need mine first
    All this dope make my mother fucking eyes hurt
    Got weed then I got to the fucking pills
    Start messing with coke ’cause want a mil’
    I remember when I won a million record deal
    Now I’m in this bitch screaming fuck a record deal
    Selling all these Os with my eyes closed
    Ship it out with a mother fucking blindfold
    Got a bitch to get the bread ’cause the bank playin’
    Got a bitch to get the bread ’cause the bank playin’
    Wish the police would come try me
    Trapped out so I never got an ID
    36 for 28, 16 for 30
    Everything gotta go, bitch I’m in a hurry

    [Hook: O.T. Genasis]
    Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
    Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
    Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
    Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
    Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
    Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
    Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
    Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count

    [Verse 2: Jeezy]
    Got a flex in that yellow like a 64
    My nigga say he want a dub that’s a 6 hoe
    That’s when I have some cool water then I whip slow
    That’s when I have some cool water then I whip slow
    Fuck a bitch ya I’m in love with my scales
    Fuck a Nemo tryna find these fish scales
    Trying to wear the work out, we gon’ stress that
    ‘Til my daughter get the bread, he gon’ fetch that
    Tell the water whipping nigga what I’m best at
    If I’m in the court room I won’t confess that
    Got a Benz outside but that’s a hot box
    But we working, work it down, that’s a chop shop
    Be riding from the city we finesse that
    You better keep that Calico, might respect that
    They gon’ be kicking down the door where you rest at
    They be coming, get your birds, where your nest at?

    [Hook: O.T. Genasis]
    Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
    Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
    Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
    Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
    Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
    Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
    Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
    Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count