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  • Princess Nokia – Sugar Honey Iced Tea (S.H.I.T.) Lyrics

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    [Chorus]
    Sugar honey iced tea
    These bitches don’t like me
    These bitches wanna fight me
    And doin’ shit just to spite me
    I see them talking on the IG
    Think you jealous maybe high key
    I got the juice I got the high seat
    Do I care? Unlikely

    [Verse 1]
    You must have time on your hands
    ‘Cause all the time you been hatin’
    I know you’re mad that I’m famous
    I know you’re mad that I made it
    When all the time you been hatin’
    You could’ve turned into something
    Sometimes it works out for people
    Sometimes it really just doesn’t
    Don’t do this shit to be famous
    I do this shit ’cause I love it
    I shot an arrow said “Fuck it”
    I took a chance, came from nothing
    You have to go for it, want it
    You have to rise up above it
    If you go on expecting
    Well girl I think that you’re buggin’
    How you want what I have?
    You ain’t workin’ yourself
    That toxic energy shit
    Ain’t really good for your health
    I think you need better goals
    ‘Cause oh my God you seem lost
    You talkin’ shit ’bout my music
    But what the fuck have you dropped?
    Now what the fuck have you done?
    Accolades, you have none
    Your lazy ways get you none
    I’ll go and pray for you hun

    [Chorus]
    Sugar honey iced tea
    These bitches don’t like me
    These bitches wanna fight me
    And doin’ shit just to spite me
    I see them talking on the IG
    Think you jealous maybe high key
    I got the juice I got the high seat
    Do I care? Unlikely

    [Verse 2]
    I’m on the train throwing soup
    The racist men making threats
    I’m not gangster but I can tell you I love to throw hands on racists, bigots and scum
    I don’t like drama, it’s dumb
    I don’t be fightin’ no women
    I don’t be totin no guns
    I hate domestic abusers
    In fact they all make me sick
    This dude poured wine on my friend
    I punched straight in his shit
    I got a real code of honor
    That I take seriously
    If Colin Kap was a woman then I’d be dead on one knee
    My revolution is soulful
    I’m healing kids with my hands
    I’m talkin’ loving my people
    Not fighting bitches for brands
    I got no hate in my heart
    I think it’s funny I rap
    I did not bang in these streets
    And I did not trap in the trap

    [Chorus]
    Sugar honey iced tea
    These bitches don’t like me
    These bitches wanna fight me
    And doin’ shit just to spite me
    I see them talking on the IG
    Think you jealous maybe high key
    I got the juice I got the high seat
    Do I care? Unlikely


  • Nicki Minaj – Suge (Remix) Lyrics

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    [Intro: Nicki Minaj & DaBaby]
    I had to do it (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
    Ha (Hm, hm)
    Oh Lord, Jetson made another one (Rrrh, oo)

    [Chorus: DaBaby]
    Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
    She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
    I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
    I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
    Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
    I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
    Drug lord, Griselda
    I used to move weight through delta
    So stay in your place ’cause I
    Don’t wanna put you in a shelter
    I’m cooking up in the kitchen
    You could be my little helper
    Go to the table and ask ’em
    Do they want the flat or the seltzer?
    I go where I want I’m good
    My niggas’ll get them goods
    So come off the chain and come off the watch
    You gotta respect the jux
    Queen sleazy era
    And they never see me ever
    ‘Cause I send my shooters and they introduce us
    As soon as I pull the lever (Brr)
    I say “Choke me,” he do it
    Every time that we do it
    Nigga packing like Hewlett
    I told him “damn nigga, you lit”
    On that D going stupid
    Got my ass-shots from Cupid
    You could just ask Ken
    He be like “Hadouken!” (Rrrh)

    [Chorus: Dababy]
    Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
    She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
    I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
    I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
    Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
    I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 2: DaBaby]
    The first nigga play, I’ma body a nigga (Ha)
    I just checked my balance
    I’ll probably pull up to your hood
    And come buy me a nigga (No cap)
    You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy
    Don’t think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch)
    Get caught with your ho when I’m poppin’ ’em both
    Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)
    Say I’m the goat, act like I don’t know
    But fuck it, I’m obviously winnin’
    Don’t make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
    To show you our pockets are different (Ha)
    I’m out with your bitch and I only want knowledge
    She got a lil’ mileage, I’m chillin’ (Uh, uh)
    You disrespect me and I’ll beat your ass up
    All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh)
    I’m the type to let a nigga think that I’m broke
    Until I pop out with a million (I pop)
    Take 20K and put that on your head
    And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)
    Say he fuckin’ with me then he gotta grow up
    ‘Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin’ (Kiddin’)
    This shit, it can’t fit in my pocket
    I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)
    Opp, I slap the shit out of niggas
    No talkin’, I don’t like to argue with niggas (I don’t)
    Ain’t gon’ be no more laughin’
    You see me whip out guns
    I’m gon’ be done shot me a nigga (No cap)
    I don’t follow no bitches on IG
    But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha)
    And that lil’ nigga ain’t gon’ shoot shit with that gun
    He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)

    [Chorus: DaBaby]
    Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
    She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
    I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
    I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
    Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
    I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
    Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
    She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
    I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
    I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
    Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
    I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)


  • Kanye West – New Bødy Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Oh my God, Ronny!

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
    Can’t  wait to see your new body
    Don’t  be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
    No body count on your new body
    I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
    Oh,  whoa

    [Verse 1: Kanye West]
    New  ass, new tits, new bitch, who this?
    Who else you know this bad, with two kids?
    Nobody,  ever, ever gave you shit
    Nobody flew to Columbia like you did
    Tryin’ the new ass out with the new drip
    Only thing to ask, who first to hit?
    ‘Cause  far as you concerned, you is a new bitch
    Them all, fuck them all, them niggas, they too rich
    Old dick don’t count, if these titties don’t bounce
    Ex niggas say they hit, tryna run up your account
    Big dump on it now… Summer they were down
    But they better act like they know who the fuck you now
    This a new bitch
    Gotta party table at the Ruth Chris
    All bad bitches take a group pick
    Had to step back ’cause she too thick
    You used to twerk to every-every song
    Saved up to buy an ass of your very-very own
    FaceTime, body look like Dom Pérignon
    Don’t pay me no attention, go on, carry on

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
    Can’t wait to see your new body
    Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
    No body count on your new body
    I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
    Oh, whoa

    [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
    You ain’t fuck me, you fucked the old body
    You ain’t fuck Nicki, you fucked Nicole body
    Ain’t no miles on this here new body
    Off with they heads, these bitches is nobodies
    Got-Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
    Don’t let the woood, tryna stick me like a toothpick
    Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
    I bust shots, don’t duck, unless the shoe fit
    Cookie game make me the G.O.A.T
    Cookie game come with the throat
    Puff puff pass, no you do not want the smoke
    Bi-bi-bitches be sleepin’ on me, but be claimin’ they woke
    Fuck up a check on my body
    Then let him lick on my body, out in Abu Dhabi
    You see me shinin’, you pissed
    I-I-I think my haters just really be wantin’ a kiss
    They know I’ll body you, sis (body, body)
    Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”
    (Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”)

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
    Can’t wait to see your new body
    Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
    No body count on your new body
    I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
    Oh, whoa

    [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
    New body, you been workin’ hard
    I’ve been on your IG page, lurkin’ hard
    New boobie job, now they perfect
    Six weeks off, it was worth it
    Baby got that nip tuck, let me titty fuck
    Hit her from the back, get my dick sucked
    Put me on the scoreboard, make a new one
    He said he hit before, not since you got your boobs done
    You working on your abs, huh, you got your ass done
    You better show it off, you better work it
    Why they body shamin’, baby? I commend it
    Doctor Ghavami, I recommend it

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
    Can’t wait to see your new body
    Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
    No body count on your new body
    I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
    Oh, woah


  • Lil Nas X – Kick It Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Bizness Boi

    [Chorus]
    Run to, to me, for three
    See, if you need weed, get it from me
    It’s good
    See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
    See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
    Oh come, get weed from me
    It’s good

    [Verse 1]
    Now you all over the place
    Sexy, yeah, I see your face
    You just the nigga these days
    My brother showed me your wave
    Seen you on the TV, heard that Billboard took your chartin’ place
    Heard your snippets on IG, man, tell me what’s the droppin’ dates
    My big sister love you nigga, you the G.O.A.T., my uncle say
    New pack just came in, my nigga, this that cookie funnel cake

    [Chorus]
    Run to, to me, for three
    See, if you need weed, get it from me
    It’s good
    See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
    See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
    Oh come, get weed from me
    It’s good

    [Instrumental Bridge]

    [Verse 2]
    Oh, you just that nigga, now, can’t pick up, cool, then let me know
    You ain’t got no talent, nigga, more up in my pinky toe
    I just thought that we could kick it, why not let me know?
    You’ll fall off, I’ll give it, oh
    Two months, give or take a whole

    [Chorus]
    Run to, to me, for three
    See, if you need weed, get it from me
    It’s good
    See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
    See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
    Oh come, get weed from me
    It’s good


  • YG – Stop Snitchin (Remix) Lyrics

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    [Intro: YG]
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

    [Chorus: YG]
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)

    [Verse 1: YG]
    I can smell a bitch nigga a mile away
    Type of nigga so bitch, he should put “bitch-made” on his license plate (Bitch)
    From that real shit, you bitch niggas play hide and seek (Bitch ass niggas)
    Me and bitch niggas, we don’t conversate
    Bitch niggas love saying real niggas tryna hate (Bitch ass nigga)
    But nah, nigga, I’m a real nigga, I had to bag up weight
    You got fear in your heart so you cooperate (Bitch)
    I can’t stand how bitch niggas operate
    You’s a bitch (Bitch), your mama know you a bitch (Bitch)
    Your girl even know you a bitch (Bitch)
    I don’t know how she suck your dick, pause
    You got caught with some shit (Shit)
    With your best friend and your clique (Clique)
    Y’all got caught hittin’ a lick (Hit)
    Everybody went down ’cause you snitched (Aw)
    Whoever raised you ain’t do a good job at that (That)
    Whoever raised you need to get slapped
    Karma is a bitch and she gon’ get you, nigga, just like that
    ‘Cause once a bitch, nigga, always a bitch, facts

    [Chorus: YG]
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

    [Verse 2: DaBaby]
    Want me to rap, you gotta book a nigga (Uh-huh)
    I fucked his bitch, I took that pussy from a pussy nigga (Yeah)
    I’m bringin’ real niggas back, they overlooked a nigga (Uh-huh)
    You like to show these niggas guns, I beat him, took your pistol (Hah)
    I fuck her all off in the kitchen and I’m cookin’ with her
    She made me bacon with the eggs, thought she was cookin’ dinner (Mmh)
    Two hours later, you on IG takin’ pictures with her (Yeah)
    Soon as I woke up, gave me head, that’s breakfast in bed (Yeah)
    Told on your nigga, he went fed, they found out you scared (Hah)
    You play with me, you gotta go, I ain’t gotta say it (Nope)
    I pull it out, bitch, I’ma blow, so watch how you play it, you lil’…

    [Chorus: YG]
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga


  • GoldLink – Zulu Screams Lyrics

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    [Intro]

    [Verse 1: GoldLink]
    Hey, feelin’ like a brand new me
    And the entourage where the latest be
    And the sun don’t shine where the gangstas be
    And we Russian roulette to a game of three
    Pop one, pop two, pop three, pop four
    And the sun don’t shine ’round the year no more
    And the girls say yeah, ain’t no ‘no’ no more
    And we richer than the rich, we ain’t poor no more

    [Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
    I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
    I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
    Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
    Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
    I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
    I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
    Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
    Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy

    [Chorus: Maleek Berry]
    Oh, na, na-na
    Keep it on the low, na, na-na
    If you know, then you know, na, na-na
    ‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
    No more on the cellular, ayy

    [Verse 2: GoldLink]
    Yeah, hurt me, baby, put it on me like blam
    One leg up, made that booty go wham
    Smoke so much you done lost a pound
    But I ain’t even trippin’, ass still hittin’
    Body on go, IG, go
    Snatch their wig, possess their soul
    A man on road, squad on go
    Your neck on green, my neck on froze

    [Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
    I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
    I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
    Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
    Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
    I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
    I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
    Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
    Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy

    [Chorus: Maleek Berry]
    Oh, na, na-na
    Keep it on the low, na, na-na
    If you know, then you know, na, na-na
    ‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
    No more on the cellular, ayy

    [Post-Chorus: Maleek Berry]
    Oh, say yeah-yeah, say yeah-yeah
    Oh, we gon’ be lowkey, say yeah-yeah
    Oh, if you love me, say yeah-yeah
    Oh, lowkey, yeah-yeah

    [Bridge: Bibi Bourelly]
    [?]

    [Outro: Maleek Berry & Bibi Bourelly]
    Oh, yeah, yeah
    Oh, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
    Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
    Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah


  • Logic – Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different Lyrics

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    [Intro: Logic]
    Yeah-yeah, yeah
    Yeah-yeah

    [Chorus: Logic]
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

    [Verse 1: Will Smith]
    West Philadelphia born and raised
    On the playground is where I… **** all that
    Came in the game on my neon fresh
    Won the first rap Grammy so I guess I’m blessed
    Come off tours, walk on sets
    Everybody followin’ the trends I set
    60 million sold, doin’ it different
    And my IG poppin’ from doing it different
    Bad vibrations, I stay distant
    RattPack, MSFTS, doin’ it different
    Fortnite doin’ the Carlton dance
    Come on, it’s just different, man

    [Chorus: Logic]
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

    [Verse 2: Logic]
    Used to be that motherfucker in the background
    Yeah, but now I’m in the forefront
    ‘Cause I keep it more blunt, goddamn
    Pump up the jam, pump up the volume
    I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than—
    Pump up, pump up the jam, pump up the volume
    I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than Valium
    Back in high school I was not the man
    Now wherever I go they know who I am
    From Maryland to Beijing I’m raging
    Paging the doctor on call, the illest of them all

    [Chorus: Logic]
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

    [Verse 3: Logic]
    This is for the people goin’ hard in the gym
    This is for the people goin’ hard on the dance floor
    Pump up the heart rate and dance more
    Pump up the, pump up the motherfuckin’ jam
    Rhymin’ like Dr. Seuss, bitch I’m Sam I Am
    I don’t give a damn ’bout lyrics
    You should feel the spirit when you hear it
    No fuckboys, a legend can’t get near it
    Sucka em—sucka emcees they, sucka emcees, they fear it

    [Chorus: Logic]
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
    Don’t be afraid to be different
    Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all


  • Lupe Fiasco – Stack That Cheese Lyrics

    [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
    Uhh, pen to the pad, metaphors on fleek
    Took the words that I heard and I put em’ to the beat
    Press up my tape then I put it in the street
    Upload my thousands without my link
    I’ma be upcoming just to see what they think
    I’ma shoot me a video and put it on the ‘tube
    I’ma spam IG to get up my views
    And DM my favorite artist, say, “I’m gonna be huge”
    Book me a show that the blogs gonna cover
    And they all gon’ love it
    The crowd gon’ turn up, is anybody out there?
    Turn up the mic, we can’t hear you out here

    [Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
    Who, who, who (ay)
    Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
    Who, who, who (ay)
    Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

    [Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
    Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
    Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
    Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
    Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
    Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
    Said I gonna be slow if I pour up
    But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
    So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

    [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
    Tryna get the tour bus with the studio
    It ain’t no buts, just bootyholes (uh)
    Can’t be out here looking like dookie
    When you’re tryna start a movement and come up on a movie role
    Everything’s polished
    I ain’t go to college, I was at the conference
    Chopping with the DJs, tryna give my single on replay
    And shit up on the game like colonics (colonics)
    Hold the phone, take a flick with a fan for me (click)
    Hit the strips with a brick of the dance money (strip)
    I’m tired, let’s switch with the van for me
    When I make it by, you’ll print the advance money

    [Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
    Who, who, who (ay)
    Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
    Who, who, who (ay)
    Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

    [Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
    Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
    Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
    Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
    Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
    Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
    Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
    But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
    So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

    [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
    Hold up, light man, turn the lights on
    Came a long way from when I was holding the mic wrong
    Something for the hood and a whole lot of white songs
    Like I evolved to a whole ‘nother life form
    I’m just tryna make it happen, don’t attack that please
    Can’t find a job, you can rap at least
    Cause that’s what I did, I was at that leg
    Right out of high school, tryna stack that cheese
    You was tryna do what? Tryna stack that cheese
    You wanna flip burgers, wanna stack that cheese
    Make American singles, wanna stack that cheese
    Make everybody smile, tryna stack that cheese
    Tryna do it for a while, tryna stack that cheese
    Talking frequent flyer miles how I stack that cheese
    Tryna bundle up the money, tryna stack that cheese
    Aye Stack, can we stack that please?

    [Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
    Who, who, who (ay)
    Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
    Who, who, who (ay)
    Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

    [Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
    Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
    Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
    Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
    Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
    Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
    Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
    But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
    So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

    [Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
    Who, who, who (ay)
    Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
    Who, who, who (ay)
    Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

    [Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
    Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
    Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
    Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
    Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
    Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
    Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
    But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
    So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here


  • Tyga – Freestyle w/ The L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #051

    [Verse]
    Pay me on the first, niggas know I broke the curse
    How it feel when the Rolls is reversed? Nigga got it out the dirt
    Bad bitches ’round, I’ma flirt and I’m goin’ for my eighth like Cur
    Do you concur? Catch me if you can lil purp
    I go Kyrie Curry on the verse, ball like a Nerf
    Meet me on the turf, I don’t mean for real, group of these niggas nerd
    Full of that sizzurp, you will get serve
    My niggas make you hide your face like H.E.R
    And I like her, titties are first
    Big green Phantom got ’em hooked, Lary Bird
    Give ’em the bird, fuck what you heard, I’m the best rapper-er
    Niggas call me tiger, that’s whiter than a ice berg
    I’m nicer than your favorite rapper on perks
    I might curve if she don’t got good slurp
    Be nicer, put you on a RIP shirt
    Yes-er, ridin’ in a two-seat seater
    I love ho but I still gotta bang, eat her
    Believe it or not, came back from the sunken, now I’m cream of the crop
    I need cash on spot, I don’t want the deposit
    I got DMs from every IG thot
    But I’m locked in, studio 24-7
    I just popped in, fuckin’ with the niggas, when I leave, its gon’ rekill
    I’ma wait at your house, my girl’s top tier
    If we talkin’ overall, I’m top ten
    Flows, car, bitches, ice
    King in Dubai like fuck the price
    Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “fuck my life”
    Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “you’re right”
    I might go psych, go might (might, might might)
    It’s redrum, I’m psych (psych, psych, psych)
    Bitch, I’m always right
    Everybody wanna be like Mike
    Big bank take lil’ bank
    Ayy, fuck around, I need another bank
    Ayy, thirteen hundred stars in the Wraith
    Woo, and I’m on that forty-two man
    Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank
    Uh, this my shit when I’m in the Wraith
    And my Maybach up to date


  • Russ – Don’t Fall For It Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    They prolly gonna call this hate
    But people hate the truth
    Fuck it

    [Chorus]
    Postin’ drugs all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ guns all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ money all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ drugs all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ guns all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ money all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 1]
    Promotin’ lean but they save it for the you type artist (ha)
    “Do what a I say, not as I do” type artist
    Y’all are locus, poisonin’ the youth for clicks
    What’s your addiction got to do with always postin’ it?
    Smilin’, playin’ games, makin’ skits, makin’ jokes wit it
    But you can’t say you opposed to it if you constantly promotin’ it
    Y’all just the grams’ drug abusers and how-to’s, y’all condonin’ it
    How you gonna say you car about the youth, but you constantly corrodin’ it?
    Now I won’t say that you’re facadin’ the pain
    But you definitely postin’ drugs as a marketing game
    You targeting fame, you can fool the youth, not me
    You raisin’ the next generation of addicts on IG
    I promise you, that’s not the very promisin’ you
    You hate the truth, that’s why the truth is botherin’ you
    I know, your drugs get more like than your music does
    Thats why you post more drugs than your own music, huh?

    [Chorus]
    Postin’ drugs all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ guns all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ money all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ drugs all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ guns all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ money all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Lotta rappers tellin’ on themselves for likes, it’s a gimmick
    You don’t use guns, it just helps sell the image
    If you really pullin’ triggers, you don’t post guns
    ‘Cause you know they’ll use that image to take your from home, umm
    You got a image to uphold, I get it, you and yo face tats
    You the tough guy that always stay strapped
    Yeah, I see you do it
    You post gats in texts
    Without a lot of your songs, it would lack context
    Makin’ some pots, braggin’ ’bout some modified shit
    In the hopes that it’ll provoke some more Spotify hits
    From the impressionable youth, that is followin’ you
    ‘Cause you ain’t scarin’ no one grown, and no one true
    This ain’t news to anybody in the know, uh
    But there is rules, you all is fuckin’ up the code, uh
    The only thing y’all would ever shoot is the messenger
    A lot of kid’s favorite rapper is a wrestler

    [Chorus]
    Postin’ drugs all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ guns all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ money all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ drugs all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ guns all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ money all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 3]
    Lotta rapers are broke, flyin’ coach and be postin’
    Fake chains from jewelers who just want their promotion
    Always showin’ twenties with fives and ones
    You got a hundred on each side to disguise the funds
    Flip through it, charge the denomination
    You should call the IRS and get some payment confirmations
    I know your deals ’cause these lawyers talk
    You ain’t a boss, you got a boss, let your employer talk
    Y’all in royalty splits, ’cause you signed to a guy that just did a JB
    Now you signed to a guy, that’s signed to a company, and they got gluttony
    They ‘gon eat and give you what’s left, I feel the oven heat
    From here, too many cooks in the kitchen, look around
    You don’t own shit from you masses and your account
    Plus y’all don’t tour, no tune core, your buzz plummitin’
    No indie catalog, you gave away your publishin’

    [Chorus]
    Postin’ drugs all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ guns all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ money all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ drugs all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ guns all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Postin’ money all the time
    Don’t fall for it
    Don’t fall for it


  • Wale – Complicated Lyrics

    [Verse 1: Dave East]
    Let’s be honest, shorty
    I got bitches, you got niggas, don’t be modest, shorty
    Complicated but simple, I don’t know how to call it
    I be smoking you be drinkin’, we both tired of fallin’ in lust
    I can’t find nobody, I can zone out and can talk to
    I don’t want no wifey, don’t get mad if I don’t call you
    Get you Chanel shit, from what they gave me at this walk through
    I can tell you ain’t had nobody to give your all to
    Understand I’m street as fuck, might get you a beamer truck
    I was taught just throw some bread, every time I seen a duck
    Grippin’ and I keep it tucked, she felt it while she huggin’ me
    Am I happy to see you, nah, this shit help me move comfortably
    Sit you down in front of me, massage you like I love your soul
    You sleep all up under me, I treat you like the one I chose
    It’s complicated, your momma hate it, I get inside, you say I’m amazin’
    Fresh out the shower, I probably taste it, no conversation
    What is love when you lustin’, afraid of trust and you either fuckin’ or fussin’
    I never happen to rush it, that make ’em come fuck the function up
    That’s why I got no connections, just chicks that wanna fuck
    Then argue, I don’t love enough, make sure I pick some rubbers up
    Kyrie don’t need no sisters, probably only make women
    My past chicks is forbidden, from livin’ this life with me
    You might of came to studios but you ain’t write for me
    You only watch me pour my lean, ain’t sip no Sprite with me
    She got ass, look at her face, my niggas’ hypin’ me
    Still can’t take this ride with me, I think about you, while I’m fuckin’ her
    It’s complicated, I’m tellin’ on myself, won’t say another word

    [Verse 2: Wale]
    It’s complicated to find a lady in my generation
    That’s not preoccupied with social clout
    We almost fazing out from the high we get from love and conversation
    To go on IG galavanting for likes and shit, oh, it’s complicated
    I’m tryna say I need loyalty like Clyde Barrow was tryna get
    When Bonnie was shot up riding shotgun with him
    My problems are justified but, I gotta admit
    I got someone who loves me so effortless
    But, I’m so messed up from another chick I feel like such a bitch ass nigga
    That my exes got the power with no effort to decline the next shawty I get
    So, I’m guarded and shit
    But, never mind that ’cause you’re a goddess and shit
    What I’m tryna say is I like you but it’s complicated
    Foundation on all my pillows, still your tender face is flawless when the sky kiss you
    Should I bury you in compliments or buy gifts or
    Just let you tell me bye and for that time I’ll miss you
    My life is fairly complicated
    You show too much of your heart I promise they confiscate it
    I am young, black, and accomplished baby but
    I’m not the type to bring home to mama, I’m just crazy
    ‘Cause I’m broad crazy, monogamy’s kind of hard for me
    When I start throwing them curves that’s when they caught feelings
    I got famous at a young age, I’m spoiled
    I get paid, don’t go out so the club scene I’m bored of
    I don’t believe in unicorns nor pure love, but more so the latter, seen Porzingis from courtside
    I got missed calls from porn stars and church girls
    You’d be surprised who get the wildest and squirt more

    [Bridge]
    Let’s be honest shawty
    I got bitches you got niggas don’t be modest shawty
    Don’t care about your IG pictures I don’t follow anyway
    ‘Cause, if I really like you I don’t like your pictures, dig it?

    [Verse 3]
    I believe that love is complicated at best
    And at it’s worst it’s a permanent burning in your chest
    I pray to earn that from somebody someday
    But, somehow someway, I no longer have a heart to invest
    It’s miles away, the smiles is fake and my job ain’t real
    Why would you think I’ll find a woman who is?
    I’m high today, tomorrow I’m chill ’cause my job get real
    What mature woman would put up with my shit?
    I mean I’m damaged goods
    I mean, I’m rather good at being just kind of good to women who deserve more from me
    But, I see you as something more than a purring kitty
    You hate my state of mind, somehow you think the world of me

    [Outro]
    It’s complicated
    It’s complicated
    It’s complicated
    It’s complicated
    Just be honest shawty
    I got bitches you got niggas don’t be modest shawty
    Don’t care about your IG pictures I don’t follow anyway
    ‘Cause if I really like you I won’t… fuck it
    Block all them bitches, ’cause it’s complicated


  • MoneyBagg Yo – Break Da Internet

    [Intro]
    I walk and talk like a check my nigga, like
    Don’t slip on the drip
    Error, error, she might fuck around and crash, hahaha

    [Chorus]
    If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
    She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
    He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
    If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
    If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
    They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
    When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
    Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

    [Verse 1]
    Ayy my bitch look like a Kardash’
    She trippin’, all in the car mad (why?)
    Keep bringin’ up hoes from the past
    I told her shut up and bought her a bag (lil bitch)
    Then I proceed to get to the cheese
    My pockets on full but my tank on E
    I walk around with all this goddamn money
    I don’t need no teller, got the bank on me (hey)
    They like how I’m dressin’ (I’m dressin’, I’m stylin’)
    Racks bleu cheese (racks blue, ooh)
    Water, water on me (swim and splash)
    These blue seas (ocean)
    Yellow my diamonds, they butter (ugh)
    I’m in the coupe with the cutter
    Nut on her face, I’ma slut her (ugh)
    Then celebrate to her brother (hah)
    I got my name out the concrete (concrete)
    You in the back like the carseat (pussy)
    Paint you a picture, artist
    Might show my bitch on my IG (hey)
    She topped me out of a knapsack (hey)
    These bitches poison, anthrax (hey)
    I want that cap like a snapback (ugh)
    Let me record it on Snapchat (snap)

    [Chorus]
    If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
    She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
    He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
    If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
    If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
    They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
    When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
    Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

    [Verse 2]
    I might just make her my missus (wifey)
    Get her some ass and some titties (surgery)
    Then I’ma Rollie her wrists (bust down)
    I’ll have her shit on these bitches (ugh)
    She want the dick from the front (front)
    She gon’ make your boy give her the junk
    He can’t make a hit like a blunt (so what?)
    So he tryin’ publicity stunt
    I know that you notice me (notice me)
    These bitches all over me like I was Jodeci (singer)
    Got the stick in the coat with me (coat with me)
    It ain’t no foldin’ me, it ain’t no ho in me
    I’ma break the social sites, ridin’ in a creature, parasite
    Look how my teeth flare at night
    Ruger, NuNu, scary sight (bop bop)

    [Chorus]
    If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
    She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
    He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
    If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
    If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
    They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
    When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
    Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet


  • G Herbo – Sins Lyrics

    [Intro]
    I speak the truth, I live the truth, I respect the truth
    I respect the grind man
    Niggas who be they self you try to force yourself upon some shit that you ain’t and you never been
    I just can’t relate to it, look

    [Verse 1]
    The rap game kill niggas, literally
    It turn gangstas into drag queens
    They look down on workin’ hard like it’s a bad thing
    Shit I’m the last man standin’ if you ask me
    I was just broke not long ago, it feel like last week
    Remember niggas in they Benz’s ridin’ past me
    I never hated, used to see that shit as motivation
    And I was lost up in the streets, I needed navigation
    Ain’t wanna be no doctor, lawyer, ended up a patient
    Young nigga said, “Fuck Jordans” went and copped a Sauer
    Ruth’s Chris three times a week, I got tired of Goya
    I’m from Chiraq but I got killa niggas in the Nola
    Go get that money for tomorrow, fuck who did before ya
    Don’t put yo focus in this bitches, they just gone destroy ya
    Don’t put ya trust up in these niggas, man fuck these niggas
    Cause when you ain’t so beneficial they stop fuckin’ witcha

    [Hook]
    That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
    And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
    But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
    If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
    No we don’t do no Twitter beef, we really in these streets
    We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
    And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
    If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

    [Verse 2]
    Can you break down your whole grind, and still keep it brief?
    Instead of tellin’ Instagram what you make a week?
    Ten-thou’, twenty-thou’ that’s what you make a week?
    On my mother, fly nigga, spend that shit on briefs
    Fifty for a pack of three? I spend that shit on tees
    Fifty-thou’, hunnid-thou’? I spend that shit on jeans
    Stunt on me? Lil nigga please, I do this shit with ease
    A thousand on my G-Fazo’s I don’t do Giuse’s (Giuseppes)
    Still 1500 for my jeans, bitch I love the B’s (I love Balmain)
    200 for my Backwoods, you know we smokin’ P’s (Postooo!)
    But I ain’t tryna stunt my nigga, run it up, Imma run it up
    Tryna see 30 with a hunnid-mill, boy I pray to God I don’t fuck it up
    Couple hunnid-thou’, I done fucked it up
    Went and got it back told myself “enough”
    Had to slow down I was in a rush
    Two or three hunnid’ always in the cuffs
    Spent 500 when I woke up
    Young nigga living I ain’t give a fuck
    Spent 10 thou’ like it wasn’t nun
    Remember them days I ain’t have nun
    Slide in them foreigns totin’ them thirties nigga, we slidin’ always stunting
    Don’t IG none of our cars, can’t let niggas know how we comin’
    But niggas know how we comin’
    No Limit M.B. we drummin’
    Pull up, everybody start runnin’, know foenem gone hit sumn’
    I ain’t worried bout none of my enemies, I know I’m gone hit sumn’
    I’m on defense, keep that thang wit me, gotta keep on gettin this money
    But I know I’m on my way to better days
    Some niggas hatin’ they wanna see me in my grave
    Let me keep that .40, wanna see me in a cage
    I jumped off that porch, and knew what was comin I seen it in so many ways
    But I knew how to handle myself in the streets I can’t let that shit drive me insane
    On the 8 we on point for the opps in the morning been at war for so many days
    In the cut wit that bitch gotta watch for the Jakes, jumping and hopping the fence
    50 shots and we bang, “Jumpout” the Gang, hop out the car wit them tents
    And my niggas, they still in the hood everyday
    Bitch I’m the only one traveling, tried to tell em to come on the road
    All the time, they just wanna stay in the trap wit it. (Haann)

    [Hook]
    That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
    And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
    But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
    If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
    No we don’t do no twitter beef, we really in these streets
    We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
    And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
    If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

    [Outro]
    150 Dream Team the Campaign man
    I’m focused full fledged, you know what I’m saying
    Just on my shit, I ain’t too much
    Anticipating all this other shit
    What niggas got going on
    I’m just on my own shit man
    Big G Herbo, you already know what it is


  • Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Ayy, ayy
    Ayyyy
    Buddah blessed this beat

    [Verse 1]
    What up?
    All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
    Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
    Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
    Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
    Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
    Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
    P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
    Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
    And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
    The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
    You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
    Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
    Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
    Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
    They always on my IG just to see what I wear
    Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
    Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
    Count better than I spell (fuck it)
    It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
    Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
    I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
    I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

    [Chorus]
    Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
    Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
    Player player (player), player (player)
    I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
    I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

    [Verse 2]
    Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
    White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
    My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
    I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
    The game been good to me (yeah)
    A quarter milly every week (yeah)
    I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
    I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
    Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
    Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
    I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
    Your main bitch my baby (hah)
    I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
    My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
    Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
    I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
    I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
    Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
    Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
    Trap nigga living large (yeah)
    I put that on God (ayy)

    [Chorus]
    Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
    Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
    Player player (player), player (player)
    I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
    I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player


  • Lil Reese & Tee Grizzley – Ready 4 Real

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Bro in the back and he loading the steel
    He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
    I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
    Cause I know that he tryna kill
    You niggas playin’, ain’t ready to die
    Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
    Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
    Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
    Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
    Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
    Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
    Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin’ bitches, when I say I’m ridin’ with the twins
    Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin’ cameras, when I say I’m ridin’ with the lens

    [Verse 1: Lil Reese]
    Off the lean and the drink that’s a pour-up (pour up)
    .40 on a nigga when we roll up (roll up)
    Can’t control us (nah)
    Smokin’ on the opp when we roll up (roll up)
    Shit got tough I ain’t fold up (fold up)
    Stackin’ all this money from the floor up (floor up)
    Still in the hood and I blew up (blew up)
    300 with me and I roll up (roll up)
    Me and Tee Grizzley won’t slow up (nah)
    Too much money can’t control us (nah)
    Too many young niggas rollin’ (rollin’)
    All of these young niggas blowin’ (blowin’)
    All of these hoes be goin’ (goin’)
    All my guns they blowin’ (blowin’)
    I remember I ain’t had none (none)
    Young nigga I ain’t had none (none)
    Tryna turn none into some (some)
    Me know I’ma make some (make some)
    Me know I’ma take some (take some)
    Me know I’ma shake some (shake some)
    Get caught don’t say none (none)
    Most of them gon say some
    Chill ‘fore lil bro fade some
    I caught the chills when he shot the mac
    Shit gon happen then it’s that (then it’s that)
    Knew I’m gon ride for my set (you know it)
    Smokin’ on loud that’s a fact (dope)

    [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
    Niggas only thugs on the net (on the what)
    Before I got verified, I had a check
    A-R pistol make a mess of your flesh
    2,000 pills, turn around with them racks (them racks)
    I’m strapped, he strapped too (strapped too)
    Blow strapped, Reese strapped too (glizzy’s)
    Manny strapped cause niggas fu (boy)
    Don’t let IG get you blew (bitch)
    Watch me go in for the kill (for the kill)
    Go anywhere cause I’m trill (I’m trill)
    Ice hit in the dark cause it’s real (it’s ice)
    Watch who you shoot they’ll tell (what)
    Don’t give a fuck about 12 (naw)
    Got niggas locked up in cells (free the real)
    So don’t think that you safe in jail
    Don’t say free bruh if you ain’t send no mail (bitch)

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Bro in the back and he loading the steel
    He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
    I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
    Cause I know that he tryna kill
    You niggas playin’, ain’t ready to die
    Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
    Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
    Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
    Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
    Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
    Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
    Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin’ bitches, when I say I’m ridin’ with the twins
    Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin’ cameras, when I say I’m ridin’ with the lens


  • Cardi B Blast King Yella Amidst Offset Beef

    Cardi B has had enough of King Yella speaking bad on her name.

    Over the past week, Chicago rapper King Yella has been slandering Cardi B on social media telling his fans that he got with her before she was famous and even before she hooked up with Offset. Dancehall HipHop reported last week that Offset called up Yella on FaceTime and threatened to put hands on him if he doesn’t leave his girlfriend alone and as expected that threatened was not taken seriously.

    Cardi B is now speaking up for herself and not only did she denied having anything serious with him in the past, she also claimed that she only knows King Yella as an acquaintance of her ex-fiance Tommy. You can watch the expletives laced video clip she posted on IG below. Bottom line is, Bardi says she never indulged in anything inappropriate with the Chicago rapper who has been posting photos of them together on his IG profile.

    Offset is reportedly very angry with Yella for talking smack about Cardi B and things could escalate into a full-on feud that could play out in the streets.

    #cardib exposes #kingyella for flexing like he smashed her when he didn’t

    A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akadmiks) on Jan 11, 2018 at 3:28pm PST

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  • MoneyBagg Yo – Ocean Spray

    [Verse 1]
    The coup came with a masseuse (Why you say that?)
    That mean a masseuse massage me (yeah)
    The bitch on IG with you (where she at now?)
    With me now [?]
    In the club i’m scraping the booth (VIP)
    My glock on defense, it guard me
    Pass the sprite imma pour me a deuce (activate)
    25 for a pint, what they charge me
    Speaking in the streets man I’m deep in (deep in)
    I told my bitch she can’t be friends
    That pussy a house go to sleep in
    Dripping that sauce like i’m leaking
    When she want it she demand it
    She a lil savage like Randy (Randy)
    You might get shot if I panic
    I do my trick then I vanish (gone)
    All of that 12 talking, it don’t move me
    I’m over my head, my dawg, my Scooby
    She text me here big head like i’m Stewie
    I told her go fuck me good for some Louis
    He got in that water Titanic (What happened?)
    Left his ass slumped like [?]
    I come and Debo some shit like i’m shook
    You say you riding, that’s understood
    I left some real niggas in the hood
    I bring a mob with me if I could
    How did this ever come to child support
    What makes you think I don’t fuck with my lil boy
    I can’t believe it like Ripleys
    I’m getting molested by triplets
    If you ain’t straight, keep your distance
    Can’t stand the rain like Missy (Elliot)

    [Hook]
    I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
    Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
    I poured up
    Might drink some more today
    I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
    We live now
    Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
    Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
    Pluggg (what’s that?)
    Ocean Spray
    Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
    He got to go today (he got to go today)
    Let’s ride now
    Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
    Can’t hide now
    About to pull up bussing that five now

    [Verse 2]
    I’m the one who keep the skreet button
    Cheat code I got the easy button
    These niggas left when they thought I was struggling
    These bitches love me cuz they know I’m thugging (for sure)
    She said she cry every night by my [?]
    Tell her thank you I don’t appreciate it
    I just want to burn your head, yeah and cremate you baby
    I don’t want your relay
    [?] told me they was plotting on me
    Want to see me fall like the new year ball
    Got to move like the president
    And then second thought, I won’t move at all (What you doing?)
    I’m smoking backwoods
    Counting off backends so far I counted off 120
    You talking all this shit, you ain’t about nun of this
    I want all smoke 420
    Ain’t no more [?] on my wave
    I got the juice Ocean Spray
    I put the dick in her face
    I cannot save her like Mase
    The bag getting bigger and bigger
    No more time for these bitch ass niggas
    Broke ass rappers and fake ass killers
    No more sleeping on me, give me that pillow

    [Hook]
    I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
    Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
    I poured up
    Might drink some more today
    I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
    We live now
    Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
    Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
    Pluggg (what’s that?)
    Ocean Spray
    Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
    He got to go today (he got to go today)
    Let’s ride now
    Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
    Can’t hide now
    About to pull up bussing that five now


  • Tamar Braxton Deletes Instagram Denies Being Back With Vincent Herbert

    Tamar Braxton went lights out on Instagram after denying that she is back with her estrange husband Vincent Herbert.

    The R&B singer was spotted on Tuesday arriving at the LAX with Herbert and their son and that triggered rumors that they are back together. Tamar quickly took to her Instagram to shot down the reports that she is back with her ex after getting him arrested on Christmas Day. She claim that the arrest was caused by a heated argument due to jealousy and intoxication. Fast forward to the second day in the new year and they were spotted traveling together like most civilize family do.

    “NOPE! Sorry! Not together but since the craziness the other day, we DID agree to create a better environment for son!!” she wrote on IG. “P.s. we also agreed not to speak on this anymore in public after this! My son can read and he’s not dumb #2018goals #praymystrengthinthelord.”

    After writing that on Instagram she then deleted her account. If you go on her profile on IG this is the page you will come across “user not found.” Perhaps a social media break is the best thing for her right now because you just can’t stop the media from writing about your personal life as a celebrity.

    #TamarBraxton confirms that she and #VinceHerbert are not together, but they are creating a better environment for their son (view earlier post)

    A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Jan 2, 2018 at 4:54pm PST

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  • Tamar Braxton Exposed Vincent Herbert After Arrest On Christmas

    Tamar Braxton and Vincent Herbert divorce is turning into one messy reality TV show.

    The R&B singer took to social media last night where she blasts her soon to be ex-husband Vincent Herbert for allegedly getting another woman pregnant and also assaulting her. The music executive was arrested on Christmas Day for spousal assault and has since been released on a $20,000 bond. Tamar Braxton has since clarified the arrest saying it was not from physical abuse, but more from alcohol intoxication and jealousy.

    In a statement posted on her Instagram page, Braxton exposed her baby daddy for having another baby with a woman she called the “wh*re.” “Vincent Herbert is Having a baby and his Wh*re decided to let me know about it tonight,” she wrote on IG. “That stupid broke ass wh*re should check public records on Christmas before she goes through with it!! He called back (despite of his protection order) begging and lying…..like he’s hanging out with joe and Rocxi (from BET) oh yeah.. that’s creditable.. no shade.. however, before u judge me know the FACTS!! He’s a real piece of work!”

    Tamar Braxton told her fans that 2018 will be a clean fresh start for her and Vincent Herbert will not be a part of her life in the new year. The singer separated from her husband of nine years and filed for divorce back in October of this year. Braxton’s mother recently went public saying that she feared the Herbert would hurt her daughter leaving fans to believe that he is physically abusing her. Because of that assessment, when news of his Christmas Day arrest surfaced online, hardly anyone was too surprised about it, but fortunately, no one was physically hurt.

    Vincent Herbert has not responded to the allegations from Tamar, but he did deny her mother’s abuse claims.

    Yikes this tea hunty! #TamarBraxton #VincentHerbert

    A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Dec 30, 2017 at 2:47am PST

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  • Future – Hate In Your Soul

    [Intro]
    Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
    If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

    [Chorus]
    Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
    Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
    You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
    You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
    Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
    Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
    You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
    You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

    [Verse 1]
    One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
    A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
    Was a starter, something good
    Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
    Yeah, just rolling that dank up
    Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
    Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
    Bitch my clique notorious
    Bet you can’t come close to this
    I sit in the back of the whip like this
    Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
    I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
    Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
    I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
    I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
    I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
    I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
    You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
    And I’m in Chanel and Prada

    [Chorus]
    Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
    Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
    You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
    You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
    Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
    Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
    You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
    You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

    [Verse 2]
    You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
    You at your grandma house, you posted up
    You put that chopper on IG
    You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
    You hit your block an’ get in it
    You hit that block an’ get in it
    You used to glorify this life, nigga
    Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
    You see how niggas think about you?
    Now, you layin’ on the pavement
    Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
    ‘Boutta take a long vacation
    Pour out Hennessey for you
    Pour some Hennessey for you
    I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
    (I know that’s your favourite drink)

    [Chorus]
    Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
    Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
    You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
    You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
    Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
    Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
    You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
    You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it


  • Cardi B and Offset Turning Up On Instagram Live Amidst Cheating Scandal

    Cardi B and Offset are unbothered by the cheating reports.

    The two love birds were on Instagram Live turning on Christmas while everyone else were on Twitter discussing his alleged cheating scandal. Last weekend hackers started leaking explicit videos of Cardi B online and also a video allegedly of Offset with another woman in a hotel room. Sources say the video clip was recorded back in September around the time that the Migos rapper cheated. Other sources are calling the video bogus saying that its not Offset since the clip never show his face, but you can see a thick female parading in the hotel room in her birthday suit.

    There were some talks that the pair have broken up again but this video clip pretty much clear that rumor up. We’re told that the spent Christmas together with their families and the two were laughing at the Twitter firestorm cause by the leaked videos. Cardi B went on IG Live last night showing her fans Offset dry humping her. “I don’t got no more in me left you got to give me a whole hour,” she said jokingly.

    This is the second time that Cardi B and Offset are getting caught up in breakup rumors over the last few months. Sources are now saying that haters are trying to tear them apart and last weekend Bardi rant in a video posted on IG that things have been going so good for her that she is expecting something bad to happen. “A lot of good things been happening to me ya’ll, it has been so good like you know my career, I got a good azz family, and I am so thankful,” she said in the clip while breaking down into tears. She is absolutely right, it’s been one heck of a year for Cardi B.

    #cardib and #offset were on ig live turning up last night. Looks like they r unfazed by cheating rumors

    A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akadmiks) on Dec 26, 2017 at 7:13am PST

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  • Cardi B and Offset May Have Broken Up Again After Hackers Leaked Video Of Him Cheating

    Cardi B and Offset may have broken up again after hackers leaked videos of the Migos rapper cheating.

    Back in October, Cardi B dumped Offset after rumors started circulating that he had cheated on her. There were also some chatters that she may have broken up with him to rekindle her relationship with her ex-boyfriend. Turns out that was not the case after the pair quickly patched things up and within a few more days they got engaged. Now there might be more trouble in paradise.

    Sources told Dancehall HipHop that hackers got into Offset’s iCloud account and uncovered a bunch of photos and videos including nude photos of Cardi B. We’re told that the hackers have been sending content to the “Bodak Yellow” rapper including a video of her fiance and another woman inside a hotel. The video appears to be recorded from back in September around the time that the Migos rapper allegedly cheated on her. Over the weekend, Cardi B posted some cryptic messages on Twitter and Instagram telling her fans that she is emotionally and thanking them for their support.

    “I’m emotional today guys ..It’s a weird feeling of happy and sad but I’m not sad. Im just real grateful that you guys been supporting my new record .Its a good feeling after people constantly discourage you .You guys giving me strength like VitaminD,” she tweeted. Right after she posted that message she started following her ex-boyfriend Tommy on IG.

    I’m emotional today guys ..It’s a weird feeling of happy and sad but I’m not sad .Im just real grateful that you guys been supporting my new record .Its a good feeling after people constantly discourage you .You guys giving me strength like VitaminD

    — iamcardib (@iamcardib) December 23, 2017

    Judging from what she has been saying, Offset might be in for a very cold Christmas in the doghouse. “A lot of good things been happening to me ya’ll, it has been so good like you know my career, I got a good azz family, and I am so thankful,” she said in a video before she started tearing up.

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  • Vybz Kartel Trolls Alkaline For Dissing Tony Matterhorn

    Vybz Kartel is trolling Alkaline on Instagram for dissing Tony Matterhorn last weekend.

    In case you have been living in a cake for the past few days, Alkaline stepped to Tony Matterhorn on stage last Friday night during his birthday party at Club Euro in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. The veteran sound system selector was the main disc jockey at the birthday bash which saw thousands of Vendetta fans turned out for the event. Matterhorn was playing mostly Alkaline and his allies music all night, but then music start coming from Tommy Lee Sparta, Popcaan, and then a Vybz Kartel song was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

    The “Champion Boy” deejay was furious and made his way onto the stage with his goons to confront TM and told him to his face that he is a pu**y for pulling off the stunt. Vybz Kartel seems to be having a field day with the development and has since sound off on Instagram about it. “WHAT’S A PARTY WITHOUT VYBZKARTEL MUSIC?? DWBCL,” Kartel wrote in his IG bio before adding, “How does it feel being labelled a photo copy artiste? Guess i’ll never know, dwfl.”

    RELATED: Tony Matterhorn Explains Why He Didn’t Retaliate Against Alkaline After Getting Diss

    Last year, Alkaline received some backlash from some dancehall fans for allegedly copying Vybz Kartel image and style. The Vendetta deejay never responded to those accusations, but Kartel and his fans are not letting up on the claims. “So boring at the top yawn,” Kartel added on IG.