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  • YFN Lucci – Down Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    Uh, I know my niggas all (down, down) yeah yeah
    Aye my bitches gon’ hold me (down, down)
    Yeah, I know they got love for the boy
    Played with death from the start
    See they know where I came from they know I had it hard
    Yeah, see I got up but we were (down, down) yeah hey
    They picked me up when I was (down, down) yeah
    I got love for the team, can’t let nothin’ intervene yeah
    All them nights a nigga starved turned me to a machine

    [Verse 1]
    Aye we waited too long for this know we stayed (down, down)
    See now I’m way up remember we were way (down, down)
    No matter where I go they know I always held it (down, down)
    And no matter where I go they know that we gon’ blow it, down
    That Plain Jane I can’t wait to bust it down (down, down)
    And you know we cashin’ out on cars nigga ain’t no puttin’ (down, down)
    A long way from them squad up search nigga I’m Louis’d down
    Told them from the start don’t bring them fuck niggas around
    Stand up nigga I ain’t never layin’ (down, down)
    See we gon’ have them things sold before they even touch (down, down)
    He tried run but Lord knows man we gon’ run him (down, down)
    I’m talkin’ whole 100 rounds man I’m tryin’ knock somthin’ down man I ain’t playin’

    [Chorus]
    Uh, I know my niggas all (down, down) yeah yeah
    Aye my bitches gon’ hold me (down, down)
    Yeah, I know they got love for the boy
    Played with death from the start
    See they know where I came from they know I had it hard
    Yeah, see I got up but we were (down, down) yeah hey
    They picked me up when I was (down, down) yeah
    I got love for the team, can’t let nothin’ intervene yeah
    All them nights a nigga starved turned me to a machine

    [Bridge]
    Baby
    Oh baby
    Hold me down hold me down
    Yeah hey uh

    [Verse 2]
    And they know I’m goin’ for the gusto
    One me, 5 hoes
    Killa Cam, my flow
    Hole in the boy like a pothole, die slow
    Buckshot got ’em with like 5 holes yeah
    To tell the truth, the whole fam I would die for
    Get on me some Suge shit, inject him with the die slow
    Uh, we ain’t gotta hide no, need no disguise no
    I’m ridin’ with my niggas ’til the tires blow yeah
    I hate they shot my brother (down, down)
    Lord knows that shit took the family (down, down)
    Lord knows I gotta hold this shit (down, down)
    Yeah, Lord knows that what I’m thinkin’ ’bout when I’m loadin’ every round

    [Chorus]
    Uh, I know my niggas all (down, down) yeah yeah
    Aye my bitches gon’ hold me (down, down)
    Yeah, I know they got love for the boy
    Played with death from the start
    See they know where I came from they know I had it hard
    Yeah, see I got up but we were (down, down) yeah hey
    They picked me up when I was (down, down) yeah
    I got love for the team, can’t let nothin’ intervene yeah
    All them nights a nigga starved turned me to a machine


  • Yung Bans – Lonely (feat. Lil Skies)

    [Intro]
    Damn, that’s Surreal right there?
    That’s your lover, yeah

    [Chorus: Yung Bans]
    I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
    When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
    When I get lonely, lonely
    Yeah
    I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
    (I got all kinds of drugs)
    When I get lonely, lonely
    When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
    Yeah, aye

    [Verse 1: Yung Bans]
    When I’m low, acid boot me up (Yeah)
    I’m sellin’ shrooms when I’m in the cut
    I got a choppa wit’ me in the clutch (Yeah)
    I’m ’bout to make these niggas give it up (Yeah)
    Yellow bone, and she stuck up (Ha)
    I’m like fuck that, drink this nut up
    These drugs, they gon’ be there for me when you won’t
    These drugs, they gon’ get me higher when you don’t
    Yeah, balancing my lows
    Hit a xanny, I’m too high, perkys for the road
    Pop a bean, I’m on beast mode
    Pink molly for a freak hoe

    [Chorus: Yung Bans & Lil Skies]
    I got all kinds of drugs for when get lonely, lonely
    When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
    When I get lonely, lonely
    Yeah
    I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
    (I got all kinds of drugs)
    When I get lonely, lonely
    When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
    (Aye, aye) Yeah

    [Verse 2: Lil Skies]
    Pray to the deacon, think my demons tryna wake me up
    Call me Lil’ Kodak, off a jigga when I’m booted up
    The stars aligned, now it’s my time, you never do enough
    I got the drugs, send me the addie, I ain’t pullin’ up
    I get high by myself, I don’t need no one else
    My bank account on tilt, these rookies like to steal
    Mad ’cause I know the deal, life of an outsider
    Bitch we up in the hills, all black like bike riders
    I pull up wit’ the mob, we had to jugg and rob
    Trappin’ was like a job, now we eat shish kabobs
    Sit back and laugh at it, now we the trendin’ topic
    I know they see me now, like, "Boy, that nigga poppin’"
    I call up Yung Bans, pull up in minivans
    And if that nigga talkin’, we’ll pop you and your mans
    Bitch I don’t fear nobody, I feel like Killa Cam
    I’m in a black Coupe, zoomin’ like Batman

    [Chorus: Yung Bans]
    I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
    When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
    When I get lonely, lonely
    Yeah
    I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
    When I get lonely, lonely
    When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
    Yeah

    [Outro]
    Damn, that’s Surreal right there?


  • Tyga – Nigga Wit Money

    Uh
    You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
    Big old ring (mm mm mm)
    Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
    Go and get that cash (mm)
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I’m a nigga with money

    Yea, big ass ring with the big ass links
    My Becky in Atlanta ass like a Georgia peach
    How that shit fit on a toilet seat
    And my new bitch walk like that shit don’t stink
    (Mm mm mm) shit don’t stink
    Fuck around with me I got that big old mink
    I gotta drag that bitch on the floor
    Pour up and then we make a porn (mm mm mm)
    Go on and back it up (mm mm mm)
    U-haul truck
    Tattoos whoa voom scarred up
    I get high off the money that’s star bucks
    Yea, that’s star bucks
    I got a few dtf’s and they down to fuck
    I slide in like a parking lot
    I get, I get, pussy a lot

    You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
    Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
    Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
    Go and get that cash (mm)
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I’m a nigga with money

    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money

    What I’mma do, keep getting this money
    And what you gon’ do, flip through the gram
    Made a movie, we shot it in France
    I did it cause I can bitch we was in Cannes (mm mm mm)
    Brunch on the sand
    Four bracelets I’m the new Killa Cam
    Earrings, band
    New watches, bananas
    Banana in pajamas
    The cock is banana (Panda panda)
    I got broads in Atlanta (Panda panda)
    I got broads in Havana
    I got broads on Lufthansa
    The bitch just text, she left her bra in the Phantom (mm mm mm)
    Sabotage
    And that Cartier say it’s savage time
    Webbie on repeat, it’s Savage Life
    I hit my girl last night, and her friend tonight (mm mm mm)
    Yea bitch, I’m the shit
    Me and your nigga we opposite
    I can make you famous I need five percent
    I get it, I get it, poppin’ bitch

    You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
    Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
    Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
    Go and get that cash (mm)
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I’m a nigga with money
    You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
    Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
    Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
    Go and get that cash (mm)
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I’m a nigga with money

    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money
    Nigga with money


  • Cam’ron – 10,000 Miles (feat. Sen City)

    [Intro]
    Lookin’ up out my Benz
    Killa Cam nah nah nah
    Killa Cam nah nah nah

    [Verse 1]
    I need to say sorry, y’all already knew it
    But my pride won’t let me do it though
    Heard that, it’s pride, won’t let me do it though
    Best girl in the world, I might’ve blew it
    Like the small condom, I’ll get through it though
    I’ll get through it though
    Heard that, we can do it though
    I cheated, another one in the books for me
    She clean, roll weed, and cook for me
    Ain’t hear from the kids, she would look for me
    Now she so mad that she won’t even look at me
    Damn iPhones and cameras, nights in Atlanta
    Tried to bring you gifts, she said, "You ain’t Santa"
    I’m just showin’ manners, she reachin’ for the hammer
    She ain’t got ears, they replaced with antennas
    Hard to believe I messed trust up
    No good or bad, just tough luck
    I looked her in the eyes like, "I fucked up"
    Gripped up, my life had to monetize
    Made mistakes, I apologize
    Dinner, movie, a date, you know, maybe that
    Some dudes relate, I want my baby back
    I tell you a million times, I’m sorry
    Wild life right here, no safari
    I’m dressed up, I ‘fess up
    I messed up bad…

    [Chorus]
    Later on that night, I bought a kilo
    To sell it or sniff it, man I don’t know
    ‘Cause I got pulled over by po-po
    Oh no-o-o-o-o-o

    [Verse 2]
    Day-to-day life dealin’ with reality
    Lawyer got me off on a technicality
    All I think about, we was Mickey and Mallory
    Nothin’ left but increase my salary
    Uh, now money is the focus
    Hustlin’ president, POTUS
    Anything else right now is bogus
    Real estate opened up, I gave notice
    Murder was the case, Calvin Broadus
    Blue magic though, hokus pokus
    They forgot that my dope’s the dopest
    Made a mil’ in one week, yeah it’s poppin’
    Retail therapy, out shoppin’
    Pulled off the lot, top droppin’
    No legs on the car, but it’s boppin’
    Speakers in the door, so it’s knockin’
    I got all the keys, so I’m locked in
    Felt above the law, Johnny Cochran
    And I’m off the rebound, Rodman
    Woo! Let’s get this money, baby
    Let’s get this money, baby
    Ain’t nothin’ funny, baby
    La-la-la-la-la

    [Chorus]
    Later on that night, I laid in my bed
    Them birds was chirpin’, so I’m countin’ up bread
    But I can’t get her up out my head
    Oh man… damn
    Later on that night, I laid in my bed
    Them birds was chirpin’, so I’m countin’ up bread
    But I can’t get her up out my head
    Oh man… damn


  • FRANK OCEAN – Chanel lyrics

    My guy pretty like a girl
    And he got fight stories to tell
    I see both sides like Chanel
    See on both sides like Chanel
    Swimming laps through pool water
    Heated like I’m underworld
    Hide my tattoos in Shibuya
    Police think I’m of the underworld
    12 treat a nigga like he 12
    How you looking up to me and talking down?
    Can’t you see I am the big man? (Big man)
    God level I am the I am (whoa)
    Now film it with that drone cam
    In the pink like Killa Cam
    Put a zoom on that stick, Noé
    Up so close I’m on that kill
    Remote controller on your lower back
    Yes the good
    Dick could roll the eyes back in the skull
    Rolling when you ride, poppin’
    Rolling when you ride
    Ride the Rodman
    Got one that’s straight acting
    Turnt out like some dirty plastic (Ride)
    2016 burnt some discs
    2017 ideas playing off a Walkman
    This a cult not a clique on the net
    With a cup in a cup, Actavis
    That’s a double edge, “issa knife”
    And I don’t like to fight ’til I’m fighting
    Revenge in the air make my lungs sick
    Chopper in the sky like a gun trick
    Clips on clips like Mikey
    It’s really all

    I see both sides like Chanel
    See on both sides like Chanel

    It’s really you on my mind
    It’s really you on my mind
    It’s really you
    It’s really you on my mind

    V both sides of the 12
    Steam both sides of the L
    Freeze smoke rings and they hail
    Sleet snow grind for the wealth
    Whole team diamonds is real
    Showed ’em how to shine by they selves
    You need a cosign for your health
    I need that bitch to grind on my belt
    I know you need to try for my belt
    I know you seen it driving itself
    No matte black on the ride ’cause it’s stale
    But it’s stealth

    (I see both sides like Chanel)

    (I see both sides like Chanel)

    My pockets snug
    They can’t hold my 7
    They banned my Visa
    My Amex and Mastercards
    I got new money
    And it’s all cash
    I got new bags
    And they all collabs
    I rubber band a bunch of thousand dollar Delta gift cards
    Amazing the cash online unknown
    Blazing the dash counting money at home
    My pockets snug
    They can’t hold my 7
    They banned my Visa
    My Amex and Mastercards
    I got new money
    And it’s all cash
    I got new bags
    And they all collabs
    I rubber band a bunch of thousand dollar Delta gift cards
    Amazing the cash online unknown
    Blazing the dash counting money at home…


  • Frank Ocean – Chanel

    [Verse 1]
    My guy pretty like a girl
    And he got fight stories to tell
    I see both sides like Chanel
    See on both sides like Chanel
    Swimming laps through pool water
    Heated like I’m underworld
    Hide my tattoos in Shibuya
    Police think I’m of the underworld
    12 treat a nigga like he 12
    How you looking up to me and talking down?
    Can’t you see I am the big man? (Big man)
    God level I am the I am (whoa)
    Now film it with that drone cam
    In the pink like Killa Cam
    Put a zoom on that stick, Noé
    Up so close I’m on that kill
    Remote controller on your lower back
    Yes the good
    Dick could roll the eyes back in the skull
    Rolling when you ride, poppin’
    Rolling when you ride
    Ride the Rodman
    Got one that’s straight acting
    Turnt out like some dirty plastic (Ride)
    2016 burnt some discs
    2017 ideas playing off a Walkman
    This a cult not a clique on the net
    With a cup in a cup, Actavis
    That’s a double edge, "issa knife"
    And I don’t like to fight ’til I’m fighting
    Revenge in the air make my lungs sick
    Chopper in the sky like a gun trick
    Clips on clips like Mikey
    It’s really all

    [Hook]
    I see both sides like Chanel
    See on both sides like Chanel

    [Bridge]
    It’s really you on my mind
    It’s really you on my mind
    It’s really you
    It’s really you on my mind

    [Verse 2]
    V both sides of the 12
    Steam both sides of the L
    Freeze smoke rings and they hail
    Sleet snow grind for the wealth
    Whole team diamonds is real
    Showed ’em how to shine by they selves
    You need a cosign for your health
    I need that bitch to grind on my belt
    I know you need to try for my belt
    I know you seen it driving itself
    No matte black on the ride ’cause it’s stale
    But it’s stealth

    [Hook]
    I see both sides like Chanel
    I see both sides like Chanel

    [Outro]
    My pockets snug
    They can’t hold my 7
    They banned my Visa
    My Amex and Mastercards
    I got new money
    And it’s all cash
    I got new bags
    And they all collabs
    I rubber band a bunch of thousand dollar Delta gift cards
    Amazing the cash online unknown
    Blazing the dash counting money at home
    My pockets snug
    They can’t hold my 7
    They banned my Visa
    My Amex and Mastercards
    I got new money
    And it’s all cash
    I got new bags
    And they all collabs
    I rubber band a bunch of thousand dollar Delta gift cards
    Amazing the cash online unknown
    Blazing the dash counting money at home


(Intro – T.I.)
Whats on the mind of a Black Man right now?
I wonder

(Verse 1 – T.I.)
Ain’t it hard enough to raise your sons and your daughters up?
Without dealing with the racist stuff
Man i just got out of prison trying hard as f**k
And it seem like its a green light on anyone with my skin type
Get pulled up before a tail-light and get shot
Know what dat feel like? Man it real life
We ain’t have to be brought here man , real life
But the fact is that we all here
If you don’t like, you shud’ve left us where we were
Bruh, its all your fault, see L.O.L. J.K. J.K. yeah
Everybody seem cool bout it yeah
Reparation that never happen, but we ain’t just gon be abused by it yall, wait a minute
Im confused, I thought every man was treated equal, read it in the constitution, yeah only when they feel like sticking to it
But U.S.A. the greatest nation in the world, dat my story and im sticking to it
Kepp sticking to it

(Chorus – London Jae & T.I.)
Letter to the System, yeah
For my brothers in them prisons, yeah
And the soldiers there that be feeding to your bulls**t, say bi**hes , us or else
Man, this s**t designed to beat us
You da ???
Sick of the way you treat us, this some bulls**t say bi**hes, us or else
Yeah, you on my s**t list, yeah
Letter to the system You dig?
I hop you bi**hes listen You dig?
Stay the **k out of my business, Bi**hes, us or else
Minding Minding my business, yeah
F**king rebel ?? You dig?
All of my….You Dig?
You leave us Bi**h, us or else

(Verse 2 Translee)
All on Instagram, they dont give a damn
Grandma on the phone screaming Oh Boy Oh Boy
Damn it , she ain’t never heard of Killa Cam
Clocks feeling like a celing fan
She remember back when Martin Luther
He would march and march and let the million man and that s**t begin again
Man, they got the problem solver for y’all , .38s and revolvers
They should’ve never involved us
Probably knew that white women was stalkers
Neiman to Marcus….Narcotic Targets, walking to and walk out of Target
Stop and risk police going in my pocket
Drug search over….drug dog when they me they barking
Black skin at the target, black for sale at the black market
And its all for free, we dont ask for nothing
I got me, I ain’t backwards hustling
We got us, we ain’t taxing us
Get yo ass back-back-back-back-back-back to the back of the bus

(Repeat Chorus)