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  • Drake – Free Smoke (More Life Album)

    [Intro: Nai Palm]
    Is it the strength of your feelings
    Overthrowing your pain
    Using you high to be reaching
    And is it today that you will find your new release
    And in your wake, ripple your sweet voice
    And more chune for your head tops
    So watch how you speak on my name, you know?

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah, I couldn’t get a bill paid
    You couldn’t buy the real thing
    I was stayin’ up at yo’ place
    Tryin’ to figure out the whole thing
    I saw people doin’ things
    Almost gave up on the music thing
    But we all so spoiled now
    More life, more everything
    Must have never had your phone tapped
    All that yappin’ on the phone shit
    You must really love the road life
    All that never comin’ home shit

    [Hook]
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!

    [Verse 2]
    Dom Rosé toast
    Hidden Hills where I post
    I start my day slow
    Silk pajamas when I wake, though
    Miraval to the face, though
    I drunk text J-Lo
    Old number, so it bounce back
    Boi-1da got the bounce back
    Used to get paid for shows and front-door money
    Five, ten, twenties, hand sanitize after you count that
    Me and Gibbo was about that
    Eatin’ Applebee’s and Outback
    Southwest, no first class
    Hilton rooms, gotta double up
    Writin’ our name on a double cup
    We ain’t even have a tour bus
    Girls wouldn’t even think of recordin’ me
    I fall asleep in sororities
    I had some different priorities
    Weezy had all the authority
    Women I like was ignorin’ me
    Now they like, "Aren’t you adorable?"
    I know the question rhetorical
    I took the team plane from Oracle
    Mama never used to cook much
    Used to chef KD
    Now me and Chef, KD
    Bet on shots for twenty G’s
    I brought the game to its knees
    I make too much these days to ever say, "Poor me"
    Where you at? I never see you

    [Hook]
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!

    [Verse 3]
    Niggas moves so waste
    Please come outside the house and show yourself
    So I can say it to your face
    It’s bound to happen, man, it’s gotta happen now
    So let’s just get it out the way
    Lot of niggas goin’ bad on me
    Please, one at a time
    I wanna move to Dubai
    So I don’t never have to kick it with none of you guys
    I didn’t listen to Hov on that old song
    When he told me pay it no mind
    I get more satisfaction outta goin’ at your head
    And seein’ all of you die
    And I seen a lot of you die

    [Hook]
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!

    [Verse 4]
    Hidden Hills where I post, yeah
    ‘Ye already know, yeah
    I’m the troublemaker in the neighborhood
    Far as troublemakin’ goes, yeah
    House party up the road, yeah
    I’m not Kid ‘n Play
    This kid doesn’t play about the flow, yeah
    Y’all keep playin’ with your nose, yeah
    You get high and do the most, yeah
    How you let the kid fightin’
    Ghost-writin’ rumors turn you to a ghost?
    Oh, you niggas got jokes
    Free smoke, free smoke

    [Outro]
    Baka
    Yeah, we outchea
    Ya don know, aye?
    It’s a OVO ting, aye?
    Ya don know, aye?
    It’s a East Side ting, aye?
    Ya don know, aye?
    More life


  • Drake – No Long Talk (feat. Giggs) (More Life Album)

    [Intro]
    Really?
    Yeah (Six!)
    Yeah
    Murda on tha beat, so it’s not nice

    [Verse 1: Drake]
    That’s Baka, he’s a no-long-talker
    Quick to let a motherfuckin’ TEC slam
    We don’t need to hear about a next man
    Youts talk down, then they get ran
    Left them, get dipped from the whole ends
    If Gilla call shots, no questions
    G-Way ’til I’m restin’
    But we still got love for the West End
    If it’s a chit-chat ting, better talk nice
    Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice
    Skull gets hot, then I’m not nice
    You tryna date her and she been, let me walk twice
    Now you man are on a diss ting
    Just know man like Chubbs
    He’s a fixer if I ever gotta fix tings
    Just know man like Fifth, he’s a sicko
    As you get tanned, he don’t miss things
    Just know man like me, I’m a Sixer
    And I oversee the whole thing
    Yeah, I pree the whole thing
    Yeah, I pree the whole thing
    Preme got the hurt tucked, can’t see the whole thing
    Niggas wanna talk splits, now we need the whole thing

    [Verse 2: Giggs]
    Man gets duppied when we touch a button
    Man catch suckers, then we’re touchin’ somethin’
    Man gets stuck in, yeah, we’re stuck in somethin’
    Man gets rappin’ when we’re suckin’ somethin’
    Man gets battered with the crutch or somethin’
    Man bat bat it, then we buck or somethin’
    If man child play it, then we Chucky somethin’
    If man start throwin’, then we’re chuckin’ somethin’
    I’m on the best side, got the TEC lined
    In the whip, on the left side, on a death ride
    MAC-10 and the spesh flies, and the TEC slide
    Nutty shit like somethin’ just climbed out the X-Files
    Textbook, like it’s old school, like in textiles
    Lightie, lookin’ healthy and she gets smiles
    Home time, grab a quick drink and she gets wild
    Sexy, and I rate that and her sex style
    Fuckin’ somethin’, yeah nigga, fuckin’ somethin’
    Back bent, pussy, I’ll fuck her somethin’
    Cognac, better grab a cup of somethin’
    Glue pussy like a nigga stuck or somethin’
    Stuck or somethin’, like a nigga stuck or somethin’
    So the monster is like a truck or somethin’
    Spread the pussy out, I’m ’bout to butter somethin’
    Man gone Hollywood, it’s like I’m Buck or somethin’

    [Outro: Giggs]
    You dun know, it’s Hollowman Giggs
    Right now, just here with the big man Drizzy, you get me?
    More Life flex, you dun know
    OVO and SN1 to the world, brap


  • Drake – Skepta Interlude (More Life Album)

    [Hook: Skepta]
    It’s a madness
    Check my account, it’s a madness (Mmm)
    Block that account, it’s a catfish (Yeah)
    Block that account, it’s a catfish (Dubplate special)
    Check my account, that’s a madness
    Check my account, that’s a madness (OVO, BBK)
    Block that account, that’s a catfish
    Block that account, that’s a catfish

    [Verse 1: Skepta]
    You don’t know me, you better get to know me
    Stand up tall, right next to Kobe
    A young G, I had the weapon on me
    Slice up work like pepperoni (*shing*)
    The police still arrest the homies
    No statement, no testimony
    Spit in your face with extra bogey
    It’s my time, I don’t flex a Rollie
    On cloud 9, a man’s extra cosy (greaze)
    I might switch it up and direct a movie
    Pussyholes tried to execute me
    Died and came back as Fela Kuti
    Don’t phone me, send a text to Julie
    OVO, man’s so unruly
    South by, ride out, no Suzuki
    Got the Austin Powers, a man’s extra groovy
    Greaze, front row, jacket tailor-made
    Crackhead swag with the razor blade
    Red umbrella when I make it rain
    My whole team winnin’, we don’t play your game
    Sound like me, but they ain’t the same
    See them online tryna fake the fame
    They wanna bust jokes, they think I’m Damon Wayans

    [Hook: Skepta]
    It’s a madness
    Check my account, it’s a madness (More Life)
    Block that account, it’s a catfish
    Block that account, it’s a catfish (OVO, BBK)
    Check my account, that’s a madness (dubplate)
    Check my account, that’s a madness (street team)
    Block that account, it’s a catfish
    Block that account, it’s a catfish

    [Verse 2: Skepta]
    Yeah, they’re nothin’ like me, I’m a fuckin’ villain
    Go against me, that’s a tough decision
    Police wish I was stuck in prison
    Fish-eye lens on my tunnel vision (straight)
    Real life greaze when I touch the riddim
    Still the same guy when I touched a million
    Record labels wanted us to listen
    But it’s greatness only for the love of Britain
    I say it how it is and no fucks are given
    Greaze, so don’t forget to remember me
    Especially all my enemies
    Keep your eyes on me with your jealousy
    The most solid gang that you will ever see
    Just came back from the embassy
    Check my crime sheet, check my legacy
    And now I’m back on tour, so what you tellin’ me?
    (Greaze) Taliban, Halloween
    Pull up in the whip with the gasoline
    Yeah, that’s that boy from the magazine
    Bust my dance at the cash machine
    Make her back it up, bounce on my trampoline
    Like Martin Luther, man, I had a dream
    Now it’s my world, you can have the scene

    [Hook: Skepta]
    It’s a madness
    Check my account, it’s a madness
    Block that account, it’s a catfish
    Block that account, it’s a catfish
    Check my account, that’s a madness
    Check my account, that’s a madness
    Block that account, it’s a catfish
    Block that account, it’s a catfish


  • Drake – Do Not Disturb (More Life Album)

    [Verse]
    Yeah, stylin’ though
    Dissin’, but got pictures with me smilin’ though
    All the things you need, you still want problems though
    All the things I know, I still been silent though
    Yeah, used to be at SilverCity Indigo
    Used to be in lunchroom, playin’ dominoes
    I don’t want to have to go to funerals
    I gotta start sleepin’ at the studio
    I don’t have no time to be no Romeo
    All the love I need is at the rodeo
    All the love I need is here at OVO, yeah
    All the girls I know are there with Ian Throw
    Who knows where I end up when that shit gets old?
    Maybe it never gets old and that’s just how it goes
    Last table left in Carbone, callin’ plays on a rotary phone
    I take a glass, it don’t mean, "Nah, don’t go with me home."
    Might move our annual shit to the ‘Dome
    I need 40,000 people to see what I’m on
    Yeah, ducked a lot of spiteful moves
    I was an angry youth when I was writin’ Views
    Saw a side of myself that I just never knew
    I’ll probably self-destruct if I ever lose, but I never do
    Steady doin’ double shifts
    1da doin’ the beat and I open up like a double click
    More blessings because I’m generous
    Thirty-seater plane for like ten of us
    Remember when I bought Sealey the fake Chanel wallet
    She knew that shit was a fraud but never told me about it
    Nowadays when we catchin’ up we just laugh about it
    Can’t describe what my life is like when she asks about it
    Scary whenever I close my eyes at night
    Wakin’ up to public statements about my private life
    I can never sleep ’til morning on all my quiet nights
    But you can rest assure that my mind is right
    Get no sick days, I leave for like three months in six days
    Never stick around to see shit change
    Get lil’ updates, texts in my inboxes have been poppin’
    Seasons go by like I’m binge-watchin’
    Went from Club Palazzo in the Bridge to Club LIV
    To not even showin’ up to a club ‘less we doin’ bis’
    I can’t even party while a nigga pursuin’ this
    Distractions will do you in, in the truest sense
    Especially people that want to lecture me, and frame it like they just want the best for me
    Or they check for me, whatever splits it up
    So there’s more for them and there’s less for me
    They don’t know they got to be faster than me to get to me
    No one’s done it successfully
    7AM in Germany, can’t believe that they heard of me
    Last verse that I gotta do is always like surgery
    Always tryin’ to let go of anything that’ll burden me
    That’s the reason you can feel the tension and the urgency
    Last chance I get to make sure that you take it personally
    Take this shit to heart, it’s always executed perfectly
    If we do a song it’s like takin’ my kids to work with me
    You overnight celebrity, you one day star
    Swear I Told You that I’m in this bitch for eternity
    I am a reflection of all of your insecurities
    Behind closed doors, a lot of 6 God worshipping
    Done talk now, ’cause there’s other shit that’s concernin’ me
    There’s real ones around me
    I want to make sure they learn from me
    I want to see my dog, but his grandmother’s his surety
    He can’t even dip out to see me in an emergency
    My life is set around competition and currency
    Takin’ summer off, ’cause they tell me I need recovery
    Maybe gettin’ back to my regular life will humble me
    I’ll be back in 2018 to give you the summary
    More Life


  • Drake – Free Smoke lyrics

    [Intro: Nai Palm]
    Is it the strength of your feelings
    Overthrowing your pain
    Using you high to be reaching
    And is it today that you will find your new release
    And in your wake, ripple your sweet voice
    And more chune for your head tops
    So watch how you speak on my name, you know?

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah, I couldn’t get a bill paid
    You couldn’t buy the real thing
    I was stayin’ up at yo’ place
    Tryin’ to figure out the whole thing
    I saw people doin’ things
    Almost gave up on the music thing
    But we all so spoiled now
    More life, more everything
    Must have never had your phone tapped
    All that yappin’ on the phone shit
    You must really love the road life
    All that never comin’ home shit

    [Hook]
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!

    [Verse 2]
    Dom Rosé toast
    Hidden Hills where I post
    I start my day slow
    Silk pajamas when I wake, though
    Miraval to the face, though
    I drunk text J-Lo
    Old number, so it bounce back
    Boi-1da got the bounce back
    Used to get paid for shows and front-door money
    Five, ten, twenties, hand sanitize after you count that
    Me and Gibbo was about that
    Eatin’ Applebee’s and Outback
    Southwest, no first class
    Hilton rooms, gotta double up
    Writin’ our name on a double cup
    We ain’t even have a tour bus
    Girls wouldn’t even think of recordin’ me
    I fall asleep in sororities
    I had some different priorities
    Weezy had all the authority
    Women I like was ignorin’ me
    Now they like, “Aren’t you adorable?”
    I know the question rhetorical
    I took the team plane from Oracle
    Mama never used to cook much
    Used to chef KD
    Now me and Chef, KD
    Bet on shots for twenty G’s
    I brought the game to its knees
    I make too much these days to ever say, “Poor me”
    Where you at? I never see you

    [Hook]
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!

    [Verse 3]
    Niggas moves so waste
    Please come outside the house and show yourself
    So I can say it to your face
    It’s bound to happen, man, it’s gotta happen now
    So let’s just get it out the way
    Lot of niggas goin’ bad on me
    Please, one at a time
    I wanna move to Dubai
    So I don’t never have to kick it with none of you guys
    I didn’t listen to Hov on that old song
    When he told me pay it no mind
    I get more satisfaction outta goin’ at your head
    And seein’ all of you die
    And I seen a lot of you die

    [Hook]
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!
    Free smoke, free smoke, aye!

    [Verse 4]
    Hidden Hills where I post, yeah
    ‘Ye already know, yeah
    I’m the troublemaker in the neighborhood
    Far as troublemakin’ goes, yeah
    House party up the road, yeah
    I’m not Kid ‘n Play
    This kid doesn’t play about the flow, yeah
    Y’all keep playin’ with your nose, yeah
    You get high and do the most, yeah
    How you let the kid fightin’
    Ghost-writin’ rumors turn you to a ghost?
    Oh, you niggas got jokes
    Free smoke, free smoke

    [Outro]
    Baka
    Yeah, we outchea
    Ya don know, aye?
    It’s a OVO ting, aye?
    Ya don know, aye?
    It’s a East Side ting, aye?
    Ya don know, aye?
    More life


  • DRAKE – Skepta Interlude lyrics

    It’s a madness!
    Check my account, it’s a madness (Mmm)
    Block that account, it’s a catfish (Yeah)
    Block that account, it’s a catfish (Dubplate special)
    Check my account, that’s a madness
    Check my account, that’s a madness (OVO, BBK)
    Block that account, that’s a catfish
    Block that account, that’s a catfish

    You don’t know me, you better get to know me
    Stand up tall, right next to Kobe
    A young G, I had the weapon on me
    Slice up work like pepperoni
    The police still arrest the homies
    No statement, no testimony
    Spit in your face with extra bogey
    It’s my time, I don’t flex a Rollie
    On cloud 9, a man’s extra cosy
    I might switch it up and direct a movie
    Pussyholes tried to execute me
    Died and came back as Fela Kuti
    Don’t phone me, send a text to Julie
    OVO, man’s so unruly
    South by, ride out, no Suzuki
    Got the Austin Powers, a man’s extra groovy
    Front row, jacket tailor-made
    Crackhead swag with the razor blade
    Red umbrella when I make it rain
    My whole team winning, we don’t play your game
    Sound like me but they ain’t the same
    See them online tryna fake the fame
    They wanna bust jokes, they think I’m Damon Wayans

    It’s a madness
    Check my account, it’s a madness (More Life)
    Block that account, it’s a catfish
    Block that account, it’s a catfish (OVO, BBK)
    Check my account, that’s a madness (dubplate)
    Check my account, that’s a madness (street team)
    Block that account, that’s a catfish
    Block that account, that’s a catfish

    They’re nothing like me, I’m a fucking villain
    Go against me, that’s a tough decision
    Police wish I was stuck in prison
    Fish eye lens on my tunnel vision
    Real life greaze when I touch the riddim
    Still the same guy when I touched a million
    Record labels wanted us to listen
    But it’s greatness only for the love of Britain
    I say it how it is and no fucks are given
    So don’t forget to remember me
    Especially all my enemies
    Keep your eyes on me with your jealousy
    The most solid gang that you will ever see
    Just came back from the embassy
    Check my crime sheet, check my legacy
    And now I’m back on tour, so what you telling me?
    Taliban, Halloween
    Pull up in the whip with the gasoline
    Yeah, that’s that boy from the magazine
    Bust my dance at the cash machine
    Make her back it up, bounce on my trampoline
    Like Martin Luther, man, I had a dream
    Now it’s my world, you can have the scene

    It’s a madness
    Check my account, it’s a madness
    Block that account, it’s a catfish
    Block that account, it’s a catfish
    Check my account, that’s a madness
    Check my account, that’s a madness
    Block that account, that’s a catfish
    Block that account, that’s a catfish


  • DRAKE – Do Not Disturb lyrics

    Yeah
    Styling though
    This [?] got pictures with me smiling, though
    All the things you need, you still want problems though
    All the things I need, I still been silent though
    Yeah
    Used to be at silver city indigo
    Used to be in lunchroom playing dominoes
    I don’t want to have to go to funerals
    I gotta start season at the studio
    I don’t have no time to be no romeo
    All the love I need is at the rodeo
    All the love I need is here at OVO
    Yeah
    All the girls I know are with Ian Throw
    Who knows where I end up when the shit gets old
    Baby, you never get old and that’s just how it goes
    Last table left at
    I take a glass it don’t mean “nah, don’t go with me home”
    Might move our annual shit to the dome
    I need 40,000 people to see what I’m on
    Yeah
    Ducked a lot spiteful moods
    I was an angry you when I was writing Views
    Saw a side of myself that I never knew
    Probably self-destruct if I ever lose but I never do
    Instead, he doing double shifts
    1da doing the beat and I open up like a double click
    More blessings because I’m generous
    30 seater the plan for like 10 of us
    Remember when I bought [?] the fake Chanel wallet
    She knew that shit was a fraud but she never told me about it
    Nowadays when we catchin’ up we just laugh about it
    Can’t describe my life when she ask about it
    Scary whenever I close my eyes at night
    Waking up to public statements about my private life
    I can never sleep til’ morning on all my quite nights
    But you can rest assure that my mind is right
    Can’t get no sick days
    I leave for like 3 months and 6 days
    Never stick around to see shit change
    Get lil’ updates, texts in my inbox been poppin’
    Seasons go bye like I’m binge watching
    Went from club [?] in the bridge to Club Live
    To not even showing up to a club uless we doing bis’
    I can’t even party while a nigga pursing this
    Distractions will do you in the truest sense
    Especially people who want to lecture me and frame it like they just want the best for me or the check for me
    Whatever splits it up so there’s more for them and less for me
    They don’t know they got to be faster than me to get to me
    No one’s done it successfully
    7AM in Germany, can’t believe that they heard of me
    Last verse I gotta do it always like surgery
    Always trying to let go of anything that might burden me
    That’s the reason you can feel the tension and urgency
    Last chance I get to make sure you take this personally
    Take this shit to heart, it’s always executed perfectly
    If we do a song it’s like taking my kids to work with me
    You overnight celebrity, you one day star
    I told you I’m in this bitch for entirety
    I am a reflection of all of your insecurities
    Behind closed doors, a lot of 6 God worshipping
    Done talk now, cause theres other shit that concerning me
    There’s real ones around me, I want to make sure they learn from me
    I want to see my dog but his grandmother is [?]
    He can’t even dip out to see me in an emergency
    My life is set around competition and currency
    Maybe gettin’ back to my regular life will humble me
    I’ll be back in 2018 to give you the summary

    More Life…!


  • DRAKE – No Long Talk lyrics

    (Yeah!)
    (Yeah!)
    Murda on tha beat so it’s not nice

    That’s Baka, he’s a no long talker
    Quick to let a motherfucking TEC slam
    We don’t need to hear about a next man
    Youts talk down, then they get ran
    Left them, get dipped from the whole ends
    If Gilla call shots, no questions
    G-Way ’til I’m resting
    But we still got love for the West End
    If it’s a chit chat ting, better talk nice
    Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
    Skull gets hot, then I’m not nice
    You tryna date her and she been, let me walk twice
    Now you man are on a diss ting
    Just know man like Chubbs
    He’s a fixer if I ever gotta fix tings
    Just know man like Fifth, he’s a sicko
    As you get tanned, he don’t miss things
    Just know man like me, I’m a Sixer
    And I oversee the whole thing
    Yeah I pree the whole thing
    Yeah I pree the whole thing
    Pree gotta hurt talk, can’t see the whole thing
    Niggas wanna talk splits, na we need the whole thing

    Man gets duppied when we touch a button
    Man catch suckers then we’re touching somethin’
    Man gets stuck in, yeah we’re stuck in somethin’
    Man gets scrapping when we’re sucking somethin’
    Man gets battered with the crutch or somethin’
    Man bat bat it, then we buck or somethin’
    If man child play it then we Chucky somethin’
    If man start throwing then we’re chucking somethin’
    I’m on the best side, got the TEC lined
    In the whip, on the left side on a death ride
    MAC-10 and the spesh flies and the TEC slide
    Nutty shit like somethin’ just climbed out the X-Files
    Textbook, like it’s old school, like in textiles
    Lighty, looking healthy and she gets smiles
    Home time, grab a quick drink and she gets wild
    Sexy, and I rate that and her sex style
    Fuckin’ somethin’, yeah nigga, fuckin’ somethin’
    Back bent, pussy, I’ll fuck her somethin’
    Cognac, better grab a cup of somethin’
    Glue pussy like a nigga stuck or somethin’, stuck or somethin’
    Like a nigga stuck or somethin’
    So the monster is like a truck or somethin’
    Spread the pussy out, I’m ’bout to butter somethin’
    Man gone Hollywood, it’s like I’m Buck or somethin’

    You dun know
    It’s Hollowman Giggs
    Right now, just here with the big man Drizzy, you get me?
    More Life flex, you dun know
    OVO and SN1 to the world, brap


  • Gucci Mane & Future – 100it racks Lyrics

    [Intro: DJ Esco + Future]
    Summer 16! Yeah!
    Freebandz, OVO
    DJ Esco
    Talkin’ duffle talk, yeah

    [Hook: Future + Drake]
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    And I, I got a…
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper

    [Verse 1: Drake]
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    All y’all niggas don’t matter
    I hit threes off balance
    I switch hands like Allen
    I’m just blessed, full of talent
    For the whole 6 I’m wylin’
    You think she your baby girl
    She text us like Dallas
    Oh shit, guess it don’t matter
    Talk down on me, I’m flattered
    Whole Freebandz on Xanax
    Y’all can’t do no damage
    Wrong cup, guess it don’t matter
    This one tastes like candy
    This one must be Hendrix’s
    Fuck y’all boys, y’all finished
    You’re dead
    I don’t talk to hoes about business
    Diamond in my tooth from the dentist
    Put a nigga name in the Guinness
    Remember when my phone was on minutes
    I ain’t dead yet like I’m Bruce Willis
    I ain’t really worried ’bout an image
    Y’all still treat it like a scrimmage

    [Hook: Future + Drake]
    And I, I got a…
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    I, I got a…
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper

    [Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
    Yeah! Why not? Okay, okay, okay
    Truuu! 2 Chainz!
    Hundred thousand bustin’ out the wrapper
    Count it up ’til I get a callous
    I don’t really talk to y’all rappers
    Put codeine in a Snapple
    Put codeine on a salad
    Guess I’m on a codeine diet
    Put another hundred in the rifle
    Everybody better be quiet
    Everybody put your hands higher
    Then I chop the top like, “Hiyah”
    All of my 16s fire
    All of my bitches buyers
    They buyin’ extra clothes, I mean
    They bisexual, I mean
    Versace sectional, I mean
    Roll up the Texaco, I mean
    This is the crazy flow
    I got a straightjacket in the booth
    I smoke a joint durin’ an interview
    Got the Rolex playin’ peek-a-boo
    All of you niggas that took the swag
    I’ma have to get residuals
    I’m a different individual
    Got my hand on my genitals

    [Hook: Future + Drake]
    I got a…
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    And I, I got a…
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper

    [Verse 3: Future]
    We ain’t gotta use no scale
    It’s all there, you ain’t gotta count it
    Crocodile Hermes bag
    Stuffed all down my pockets
    Hundred racks sittin’ in the plastic
    I ain’t even gon’ fuckin’ touch it
    You can go ask L.A
    I don’t go to work on budgets
    You can go check these stones
    Everything on me flooded
    And I gotta work three phones
    Name another nigga gettin’ cloned
    Put a hoe nigga on a shirt
    Got a new bank account alert
    Whole Freebandz on mud
    Taliban gang on percs
    I ain’t gonna take no shorts
    Turn my dog to a boss
    We ain’t gon’ take no losses
    Know you tryna steal that sauce
    Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds
    I done ran up me a bag
    We got a tour this summer
    I’m ’bout to run up a bag
    Hundred thousand dollars for a walkthrough
    I’ma need mine in cash
    Got a whole city on my back
    I ain’t ’bout to go outside
    Whole Freebandz on coke

    [Hook: Future + Drake]
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    And I, I got a…
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
    Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper


  • Roy Woods – Magic Lyrics

    [Intro]
    OVO, UTU
    OVO, UTU
    OVO, UTU

    [Verse 1]
    Oh, wake up, I’ma get up later when I want, touch snooze
    Pack heat then I turn up blunt in the room
    Shawty calls but I’m not answerin’ calls
    I don’t throw money, those panties still fall (droppin’, droppin’)
    Gettin’ down with a lil’ thing from the North (Northside)
    Southside got ’em all down where they want (sure nigga)
    Sippin’ white Gin for the night and the cars (yeah, yeah)
    We can fuck though I got pain in my heart

    [Pre-Hook]
    Knock knock boy, is you ready? (Is you ready?)
    From the top dropped down with your lady? (skrr, skrr, hey)
    Hit the club, skrr’ting off from the lames (skrrt’ing off)
    I need a [?] who will throw it from the B’s
    I’m gettin’ down with a shawty like me
    And it’s benign to a yella like me
    I been movin’ alright
    Why ask? You ain’t transform me

    [Pre-Hook]
    You can get mad that I made it
    You ain’t know the work I put in
    Check my profile and they hit me
    I been doing me on the daily
    You can get mad that I made it
    You ain’t know the work I put in
    Check my profile and they hit me
    I been doing me on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I be makin’ magic on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I be makin’ magic on the daily
    I been doing me on the…

    [Verse 2]
    You think you know me? From what nigga?
    I know how to start up from nothin’ (start up from the bottom)
    Basement days. now we up mama (we up mama)
    I ain’t just sippin’ on nothin’
    Niggas out there like to front, uh
    I do what I say when I’m ready
    You check my steez, do me at ease

    [Pre-Hook]
    Knock knock boy, is you ready? (Is you ready?)
    From the top dropped down with your lady? (skrr, skrr, hey)
    Hit the club, skrr’ting off from the lames (skrrt’ing off)
    I need a [?] who will throw it from the B’s
    I’m gettin’ down with a shawty like me
    And it’s benign to a yella like me
    I been movin’ alright
    Why ask? You ain’t transform me

    [Pre-Hook]
    You can get mad that I made it
    You ain’t know the work I put in
    Check my profile and they hit me
    I been doing me on the daily
    You can get mad that I made it
    You ain’t know the work I put in
    Check my profile and they hit me
    I been doing me on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I be makin’ magic on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I been doing me on the daily
    I be makin’ magic on the daily
    I been doing me on the…

    [Outro]
    Yeah, yeah
    I been doing me
    Do you shawty
    ‘Cause I been doing me
    Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
    Ye-ah-ha-ha-ha
    Ye-ah-ha-ha-ha
    Ye-ah-ha-ha-ha
    Oh-oh yeah-ha
    Ye-ah-ha-ha-ha


  • Nov 17, Popcaan – Fresh Jordan Lyrics

    Yow Anju Blaxx

    Ah ha, ah ha, ahha, yeaaahhhh

    Fresh Jordan man a rock
    Hennessy on the rocks
    If you diss you get three from the Gloc
    Whaaa, Champagne man a pop
    Gal a flock when we stop
    Man a bad anywhere on the map
    Fat Range man a push without the top
    Gal a say me sweet like lollipop
    Ah ha, ah ha, ahha, yeaaahhhh

    Unruly shell the bar straight
    Me nuh thirsty
    Plus me clean to the bone
    Me nuh dirty
    How much champagne over thirty
    Bottle nuff like a Drizzie J birthday
    Gal dem a whine pon me all night long
    Say she love how the pipe long
    One word me say and turn har right on
    Right on…

    Fresh Jordan man a rock
    Hennessy on the rocks
    If you diss you get three from the Gloc
    Whaaa, Champagne man a pop
    Gal a flock when we stop
    Man a bad anywhere on the map
    Fat Range man a push without the top
    Gal a say me sweet like lollipop
    Ah ha, ah ha, ahha, yeaaahhhh

    Gal a watch we like Love and Hip Hop
    And don’t figot how much gal we got
    OVO, Unruly me nuh quitter
    Am still at the top
    And still nah relax
    After dem wah tek we space and caah do that
    So badmind get grill off
    And if a boy diss the boss dem a tun inna corpse
    You can ask Anju Blaxx

    Fresh Jordan man a rock
    Hennessy on the rocks
    If you diss you get three from the Gloc
    Whaaa, Champagne man a pop
    Gal a flock when we stop
    Man a bad anywhere on the map
    Fat Range man a push with out the top
    Gal a say me sweet like lollipop
    Ah ha, ah ha, ahha, yeaaahhhh
    Ah ha, ah ha, ahha, yeaaahhhh
    Ah ha, ah ha, ahha, yeaaahhhh

    Fresh Jordan man a rock
    Hennessy on the rocks
    If you diss you get three from the Gloc
    Whaaa, Champagne man a pop
    Gal a flock when we stop
    Man a bad anywhere on the map
    Fat Range man a push with out the top
    Gal a say me sweet like lollipop
    Ah ha, ah ha, ahha, yeaaahhhh
    Ah ha, ah ha, ahha, yeaaahhhh
    Ah ha, ah ha, ahha, yeaaahhhh


  • Papoose – Darkside letras

    It’s hoodie season
    [Hook]
    I’m from the dark side
    Dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side
    I’m from the dark side
    Dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side
    The lights went out, the lights went out
    The lights went out, nigga the lights went out
    I said the lights went, the lights went out
    The lights went out, homie the lights went out

    [Verse 1]
    They say why New York dudes always wear Timberlands
    ‘Cause when we stomp niggas out we like to finish ’em
    Bulletproof truck don’t make me laugh
    ‘Cause you gotta get out the truck to pump your gas
    They got a lot a secrets that they know we know
    So when they come around us they have no ego
    Catch me at the dice game I’ma throw Cee-lo
    Stick up kids get no free dough
    Catch you sitting in your v let the toastie go
    Put a hole on both sides of your v, OVO
    (Where you from?) I’m from the dark side
    If one of us got drama homie we all ride
    At my cousin’s funeral we all cried
    Papoose ain’t been the same since Strong died
    I just hop in the Maybach and ride
    Brooklyn is mine I’m bout to take back the Stuy
    Never gave nothing say I gotta payback but why
    Only thing I got to do homie is stay black and die

    [Hook]
    I’m from the dark side
    Dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side
    I’m from the dark side
    Dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side
    The lights went out, the lights went out
    The lights went out, nigga the lights went out
    I said the lights went, the lights went out
    The lights went out, homie the lights went out

    [Verse 2]
    Ask Stevie Wonder he gon tell you when I die
    I’m so gifted they gon put a ribbon in the sky
    Never shy to a fight, you talk alot
    You can catch this fade, barbershop
    Set your crib on fire, the doors is locked
    You can’t open the door cause the knob is hot
    I got that rubber grip on me, marvlous Glock
    I be backing out on them, parking spot
    More heart than Kevin, my bars is hot
    Y’all rappers really comedians, Chocolate Drop
    Clip loaded to the top I bet you see
    It’s better when it’s fully loaded like an SUV
    Somebody ever made you real mad?
    And you totally spazzed out on they ass
    Now they sorry tryna apologize
    Deep down inside everybody got a dark side

    [Hook]
    Dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side
    I’m from the dark side
    Dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side, dark side
    The lights went out, the lights went out
    The lights went out, nigga the lights went out
    I said the lights went, the lights went out
    The lights went out, homie the lights went out