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  • Show Me The Body – Aspirin Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Drywall
    In pain, ask for aspirin
    That’s drywall, they’ll come back again
    Homemade product, part of them
    When I really pass out, nothing but I promise the ‘tonin
    Live again, broken, homies telling me to open
    I’m like yo, who are them, how’d they get inside my blood
    I’m tryna be like how I was, surrounded like the RX
    How could f*cks covet this, especially when they get at mine?

    [Verse 2]
    Keep ya still pilled up, f*ck it’s another drill, another deal
    Another kill, degradation of the kidney wheel
    Eyes closed, shit is sealed, sterile, make me heal
    Read again, see the bet stacked against ya life
    New cause to money death, get ya knuckles right
    The lie is in-between your eyes, they dressed ya up in bottle white
    No more need for razorblades, I take the pain away

    [Verse 3]
    Believe me I can’t body impounded, but that’s where I found it

    Ascetic, this prophylactic, balance me, rot me, quixotic
    Cause I look clean, you make me sick
    f*ck, come crush me up, crush me up and take a sniff
    Life broken at the hip, do a flip, do a split
    Fit yourself or have a fit, I really got the tightest SWAT
    Gasoline, take a sip, keep drinking, never stop
    This pain is just a pop away

    [Verse 4]
    I’m surrounded like the RX up to the neck
    Tell me to step back, I’ll step back
    Hell, can’t lose a body war when I get bad
    I tell myself that, and then I hit back
    I’m surrounded like the RX in the paraffin
    Big head looking in, pass the kerosene
    Power lines to nothing, property destructing
    Take me again, I’ll tell you when
    Tryna dress us bottle-white, side world sterile tight, keeps us feral up at night, kill us in a f*cking fight
    f*ck your world I decide


  • Eminem – Symphony In H Lyrics

    Don’t ask me what’s up with the hoes, I’m still working the kinks out
    Love stinks, that explains all this anger that’s spillin’ out
    And I ain’t chilling out. Got an Oscar but I’m still a grouch
    I use it as a doorstop and a prop for the broken leg for the couch
    Yelawolf, Shady, Tony-Touch, Slaughterhouse
    Yeah the SWAT team ’bout to break them flyswatters out
    Go to hell in a drought, break ice waters out
    Nice try shorty wop, we can windowshop the jewelry store
    But Christ for that price coulda bought a house
    Besides only thing I ever had iced out was my heart since I started out
    It’s F.Y.I, if ya ain’t knowing
    What, go with you? Where? Nah, ain’t going
    Oh wait, you wanna date? Oh, well in that case ho, it’s June 8th, oh!
    And kinda like Beethoven composin’ a symphony of hate
    So much hate woven into these raps
    He stitches a bitch, straight sewin’
    Shit, I’m beginning to hate clothing
    I hate overalls cause they remind me of hoes
    For Christ sake, they’re shaped like an H woah and
    You know what else starts with H though?
    Hockey, shit, thought I had the place flowing
    I hate to put you on ice but
    You already had 3 periods in 60 minutes, great going
    Plus you remind me of cocaine, ho
    You always in the mirror with your face
    So, I feel an urge to put you all in a line
    And chop you with a razor blade, yo wait, I’m an a-hole
    Devil with a halo
    Hell yeah, I’d nail J-Lo to the railroad
    Say I won’t! Better hope you can stay afloat
    When I take the wind out your sailboat
    But, I ain’t playing yo! Dope as Shady?
    Don’t kid yourself, bitch you ain’t even a baby goat


  • Chief Keef – Side Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Aye
    Aye aye
    Gang gang
    Bang bang, nigga
    You know how I’m rocking
    Cut off stockings, nigga
    Kush in my pockets, nigga
    All designer
    Get your grind up
    Got a Breitling for the timer, nigga

    [Hook]
    Aye, I’m from that side (aye)
    Where niggas die at (gang gang)
    Me, I ain’t playing (nah)
    Got my pistol on my side (bang bang)
    Pull up on my side bitch (arrr skrr)
    Wit my side bitch (gang gang)
    And I got some money wit me (frrr)
    I got from outside (gang gang)
    Bitch, I’m from Southside (Southside)
    The Southside projects (Chiraq)
    Pull up with a Big Mac
    Large fry on the side (bang bang)
    Live by the gun, die (gang gang)
    Gang, none of that squad shit (gang gang)
    Pull up where you live (rrrr skrr)
    Fuck the cops, call the SWAT (woo woo)

    [Verse 1]
    I ain’t gonna lie (Nah)
    I’m blowing at the SWAT (bang bang)
    I’m blowing at your honor (bang)
    I’m blowing at your squad (bang bang bang)
    Pistol on my side (gang gang)
    And I’m quick to draw it (boom boom)
    Ye ain’t wanna die (ha!)
    Ye ain’t even know it (gang gang)
    Pull up on some factories (skrr rrrr)
    My son ride foreign (gang gang)
    We both ride [?] (ugh)
    All the bitches know it (aye aye)
    Pull up on you flexing (skrr skrr)
    Blow you like Ginobli (flex)
    I don’t need Shaq (nah)
    I think that I’m Kobe (yes)
    Your main bitch slow (yes)
    Me call my side bitch (side bitch)
    She wanna pull up on me
    That’s someone you ride or die wit
    I ain’t got the time, shit (nah)
    I be on my side shit
    Pull up on wit my money (frrr bee) with my Glock
    Like don’t ask why bitch

    [Hook]
    Aye, I’m from that side (aye)
    Where niggas die at (gang gang)
    Me, I ain’t playing (nah)
    Got my pistol on my side (bang bang)
    Pull up on my side bitch (arrr skrr)
    Wit my side bitch (gang gang)
    And I got some money wit me (frrr)
    I got from outside (gang gang)
    Bitch, I’m from Southside (Southside)
    The Southside projects (Chiraq)
    Pull up with a Big Mac
    Large fry on the side (bang bang)
    Live by the gun, die (gang gang)
    Gang, none of that squad shit (gang gang)
    Pull up where you live (rrrr skrr)
    Fuck the cops, call the SWAT (woo woo)

    [Verse 2]
    Frrr beee, that’s me calling on the guap (on the guap)
    Woo woo, that’s them calling on the cops (on the cops)
    Skee skee, that’s me all up on your thot (on your thot, faggot)
    Beep beep, pulling off up on your thot (on your thot, faggot)
    Vroom vroom, watch me pull up to the guap (to the Beamer)
    Boom boom, when I pull up with the Glock (pull up with the aye)
    Doom doom, how I pull up with the drum (bang bang)
    Fucking yo bitch in my Louis swim trunks (in the Louis trunks)
    Pull up on you flexing (flex)
    Jewelry cost a Beamer
    Lexus (bang)
    Boy, your shit look petty (bang)
    Ya heavy (bling bling)
    Pull up riding reckless (rrrr skrrr)
    Me, I ain’t had shit
    So I’ma get it (frrr beee)
    Ya get me?

    [Hook]
    Aye, I’m from that side (aye)
    Where niggas die at (gang gang)
    Me, I ain’t playing (nah)
    Got my pistol on my side (bang bang)
    Pull up on my side bitch (arrr skrr)
    Wit my side bitch (gang gang)
    And I got some money wit me (frrr)
    I got from outside (gang gang)
    Bitch, I’m from Southside (Southside)
    The Southside projects (Chiraq)
    Pull up with a Big Mac
    Large fry on the side (bang bang)
    Live by the gun, die (gang gang)
    Gang, none of that squad shit (gang gang)
    Pull up where you live (rrrr skrr)
    Fuck the cops, call the SWAT (woo woo)


  • 7seaz – No Worries lyrics

    [Intro]
    7seaz
    RICH
    Yeah
    Yeah

    [Chorus]
    Got some bad bitches and you know that they royal
    I’ve got stacked riches now my life is just spoiled
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
    Hoppin’ in the whip and always speeding 60 over
    This the life I live, I never been a fucking poser
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want

    [Verse 1]
    I got so many ways I could just walk
    Filling the vault, picking the lock
    Couldn’t just knock
    Kick in like the SWAT
    I’m getting choosy, I’m into Louie
    Used to wear used tees, now my life like a movie
    Boujee bitch she get rubies yeah, doobie lit, turn looney yeah
    Booty big, no groupie yeah, looney bin, go stupid yeah
    Got everything that I want, ain’t got a worry on God
    Hit a bitch right on the spot
    Uzi I do what I want
    I do what I want

    [Chorus]
    Got some bad bitches and you know that they royal
    I’ve got stacked riches now my life is just spoiled
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
    Hoppin’ in the whip and always speeding 60 over
    This the life I live, I never been a fucking poser
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want

    [Verse 2]
    Jump in the phantom
    Speed through Atlanta (skrrt)
    Bitch I’m outlandish (out of this land)
    Why do you think that my bitch speaking Spanish
    Pay with the stacks never drop a deposit
    This is the life that I promised on mama
    Told her I wasn’t talker
    But don’t get me started
    Speak on my name, speak with extra precaution
    Cause I ride with the mobsters
    Haters that doubted created a monster
    Now I toke smoke, go farther, aye
    No joke, don’t want it, aye
    Go ghost, stay haunting, aye
    So close, to stardom, aye
    Whoa whoa, I called it

    [Chorus]
    Got some bad bitches and you know that they royal
    I’ve got stacked riches now my life is just spoiled
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
    Hoppin’ in the whip and always speeding 60 over
    This the life I live, I never been a fucking poser
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
    I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want

    [Outro]
    I ain’t got no worries no more
    Chasing the bags
    I ain’t got no worries no more
    Haters be mad
    I ain’t got no worries no more
    Now I just laugh
    I ain’t got no worries no more
    No more


  • Post Malone – Candy Paint lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah
    Mmm, ayy

    [Chorus]
    Candy paint with the white on top
    Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
    If you busy plotting on what I got
    Kick in your door, that’s SWAT you thot
    Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
    Half price my whip, same price my watch
    Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
    Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want
    Candy paint with the white on top (skrrt)
    Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (drop)
    If you busy plotting on what I got
    Kick in your door, that’s SWAT you thot (pop)
    Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
    Half price my whip, same price my watch (bling)
    Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (swish)
    Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want

    [Verse 1]
    Didn’t know that was your girl when she gave me top (yuh)
    Kicked her out the Rolls said, “Thanks a lot”
    Goddamn I love paper like I’m Michael Scott (yeah)
    I can do things that your man cannot (yeah)
    Slide boy comin’ down, damn, I’m hot (hot)
    Everybody say that I gotta be stopped (stopped)
    Even though my final form ain’t unlocked (locked)
    I’m so ahead of you motherf*ckers
    How you comprehend what you ain’t understanding?
    Count a hundred bands and I watch it vanish
    Diamonds going crazy like they on the dance floor
    Got a lot of ass, nothing I can’t handle

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Flavor lasts forever, you should try a sample (goddamn)
    Baby, I’m the boss like I’m Tony Danza (Tony Danza)
    Everybody trying to tell me what I stand for
    But you don’t f*cking know me, homie, you don’t want war (ayy)

    [Chorus]
    Candy paint with the white on top
    Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
    If you busy plotting on what I got
    Kick in your door, that’s SWAT you thot
    Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
    Half price my whip, same price my watch
    Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (hey, hey)
    Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want (hey, hey)
    Candy paint with the white on top (yeah)
    Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (drop, drop)
    If you busy plotting on what I got
    Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thot (pop, pop, pop, pop)
    Hundred thousand dollars on the table top (woo)
    Half price my whip, same price my watch (yeah)
    Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (swish)
    Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want

    [Verse 2]
    I’ve been rolling twenty ash, hit the road (woo)
    Hit the switch up the suicide doors (damn)
    We already know you vanished though (ooh)
    Hit my momma when I ride in that, oh
    All these motherf*ckers so false with me (yah)
    If your money funny, don’t talk to me (nah)
    I know there ain’t sh*t that you could offer me (no)
    Take a second if you think about crossing me

    [Pre-Chorus]
    It lasts forever, you should try a sample (goddamn)
    Baby, I’m the boss like I’m Tony Danza (Tony Danza)
    Everybody trying to tell me what I stand for (what I stand for)
    But you don’t f*cking know me, homie, you don’t want war (you don’t want war)

    [Chorus]
    Candy paint with the white on top
    Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
    If you busy plotting on what I got
    Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thot
    Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
    Half price my whip, same price my watch
    Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
    Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want
    Candy paint with the white on top
    Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
    If you busy plotting on what I got
    Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thot
    Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
    Half price my whip, same price my watch
    Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
    Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want


  • J Cole – Immortal lyrics

    [Intro]
    Awwwww…haha

    [Verse 1]
    Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
    Screamin’, dollar and a dream with my closet lookin’ broke
    And my nigga’s lookin’ clean, gettin’ caught up with that dope
    Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
    Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn’t know
    Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
    Flashbacks to the pain, wakin’ up, cold sweats
    Six o’clock in the mornin’, gotta hit the BowFlex
    Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops
    God they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot
    Nowadays crime pays like a part time job
    And the drought got me prayin’ for a Carl Thom vibe
    Summer Rain come again
    Numb the pain ’cause it’s hard for a felon
    In my mind I been cryin’, know it’s wrong but I’m sellin’
    Eyes wellin’ up with tears
    Thinkin’ ’bout my niggas dead in the dirt
    Immortalized on this shirt

    [Hook]
    Real niggas don’t die
    Forward with the plot
    One-Seven-Forty-Five
    Form at the plot
    Real niggas don’t die
    Form on the block
    Real niggas don’t lie
    Form in the plot
    My niggas don’t die
    Form on the block
    Real niggas don’t die
    Form on the block
    Real niggas don’t die
    Real niggas don’t die

    [Verse 2]
    Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
    Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon?
    Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
    Have you ever seen a motherfuckin’ ribbon in the sky?
    Nope, all I see is that C.R.E.A.M nigga, that green
    I’m a black king, black jeans on my black queen
    And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
    I’m the type of nigga make the whole fuckin’ trap lean
    Kingpin nigga, put wings on a crack fiend
    If they want a nigga, they gon’ have to send a SWAT team
    And I’m goin’ out like Scarface in his last scene
    A legend, what that mean—?

    [Hook]
    Real niggas don’t die
    Forward with the plot
    One-Seven-Forty-Five
    Form at the plot
    Real niggas don’t die
    Form on the block
    Hood niggas don’t lie
    Form on the plot
    My niggas don’t die
    Form the block
    Real niggas don’t die
    Form the block
    Real niggas don’t die
    Real niggas don’t die

    [Outro]
    To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
    Cause you wanna change the world
    But while alive you never will
    Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I’ve been told
    And now I’m caught between bein’ heard and gettin’ old
    Damn, death creepin’ in my thoughts lately
    My one wish in this bitch make it quick if the Lord take me
    I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
    And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A
    They tellin’ niggas sell dope, rap or go to NBA, in that order
    It’s that sort of thinkin’ that been keepin’ niggas chained
    At the bottom and hanged
    The strangest fruit that you ever seen
    Ripe with pain, listen…


  • Lil Durk – Shooter2x Lyrics

    [Intro: Lil Durk & 21 Savage]
    I’mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang!
    We ain’t playin’ with this niggas man
    Ay we different nigga
    Boss shit!

    [Hook: Lil Durk]
    I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
    Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
    Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
    I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
    No need for vest, vest
    Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
    Shooters, shooters with me, with me
    Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

    [Verse 1: 21 Savage]
    Get the shots nigga, woah (21)
    That stick gon’ sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor
    SWAT team, Miles Burke, comin’ through the door (21)
    Tommy gun woah
    Trench coat woah
    Lil’ bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrap the bowl (skrt)
    Motorola beepin’ (21)
    VVSs fleekin’ (fleek)
    Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin’ (21)
    I just pulled up on yo’ main bitch and you know she freaky (ya dig)
    She know I ain’t no sleeper (I dig)
    Time to call a uber (21)
    Young Savage man I bought a draco for my shooter (21, 21)
    MAC 11 smoke yo’ baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig)
    We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up)
    Clip long like a ruler (straight up!)

    [Hook: Lil Durk]
    I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
    Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
    Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
    I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
    No need for vest, vest
    Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
    Shooters, shooters with me, with me
    Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

    [Verse 2: Lil Durk]
    Me I just came out of poverty
    I just spend 50 on property
    I’m from the streets to the gun violence
    Glocks annihilate you probably
    I pour up a four for my dead guys
    My hood is more than a block to me
    I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain’t no opps with me
    Bitches want sex I want all mouth
    We be them niggas they talkin’ ’bout
    I’m saucin’ I’m walkin’, I’m Wayne now
    Don’t treat I’m coolin’ with gang now
    Overdose I’m like Wayne now
    Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans
    Now we spend 50 on chains now
    And we put 50 on things now
    Booty died from dialysis
    Opp niggas was the happiest
    The city know we be wacking shit
    Real killa, ain’t know accident
    Crackin’ calls with the MACs and shit
    Got the pounds and I’m matchin’ shit
    Guns and dope in the mattress shit
    Fuck nigga with the actin’ shit
    Gang!

    [Hook: Lil Durk]
    I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
    Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
    Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
    I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
    No need for vest, vest
    Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
    Shooters, shooters with me, with me
    Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)


  • Meek Mill – The Difference (feat. Quavo) letras

    [Intro: Desiigner ad-libs]

    [Producer intro: Sonny Digital]
    Sonny Rollin’ Grams of Wax
    [Hook: Meek Mill & Desiigner]
    You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
    If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
    But they know the difference (Cash)
    Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
    The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean so they know the difference
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    Your bitches is bad, and my bitches bad but we know the difference

    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    In the trenches gettin’ back at it
    With the haters and the backstabbers
    Head huntin’ for a rat rapper
    Head huntin’ for a wack rapper
    I ain’t really with the back and forth and nigga, I’mma send a hundred stacks at em
    Nigga probably send the rats at em
    Ninja turtle with a rat master
    All this money won’t stop nigga
    30 round that Glock nigga
    Feds lurk and we hot nigga
    Swing through in that drop nigga
    Moon walkin’ in that dealer, like it’s Thriller with the scrilla Ima cop nigga
    I’m a killer, you a cop nigga
    Kick the door like we SWAT nigga

    [Bridge: Meek Mill]
    They know the difference, I really get it
    I’m with the scammers, I’m buying bags for all of my bitches, (For all of my hoes)
    Only the family
    Keep all them niggas from out of my business
    (from out of my business)
    Cause I really did shit, I rapped about it you know that I lived it

    [Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
    You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
    If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
    But they know the difference (Cash)
    Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
    The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
    They know the difference, they know the difference
    Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    Get to the bags, run up the racks
    My bitches are bad, your diamonds finessed
    Came in on a jet, 50 my neck, 30 my clip (graa)
    I pour a eight and just sip
    I put the brick on the trip
    I put the dick on her lip
    Money before the deal, I had to go bury a mill
    She wanna pop the whole perc
    I told her we splittin’ that pill
    My niggas been in the field
    We know you put something in that seal
    Used to pull up in that audi, I make the work do pilates
    Screw the lil tip on the uzi, young nigga shootin’ in silence
    Huncho I’m havin’ the stars and stripes, lil nigga you is a private
    Too much money that will change your life
    Power moves on a island

    [Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
    You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
    If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
    But they know the difference (Cash)
    Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
    The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
    They know the difference, they know the difference
    Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference


  • Meek Mill – The Difference lyrics

    [Intro: Desiigner ad-libs]

    [Producer intro: Sonny Digital]
    Sonny Rollin’ Grams of Wax
    [Hook: Meek Mill & Desiigner]
    You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
    If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
    But they know the difference (Cash)
    Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
    The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean so they know the difference
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    Your bitches is bad, and my bitches bad but we know the difference

    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    In the trenches gettin’ back at it
    With the haters and the backstabbers
    Head huntin’ for a rat rapper
    Head huntin’ for a wack rapper
    I ain’t really with the back and forth and nigga, I’mma send a hundred stacks at em
    Nigga probably send the rats at em
    Ninja turtle with a rat master
    All this money won’t stop nigga
    30 round that Glock nigga
    Feds lurk and we hot nigga
    Swing through in that drop nigga
    Moon walkin’ in that dealer, like it’s Thriller with the scrilla Ima cop nigga
    I’m a killer, you a cop nigga
    Kick the door like we SWAT nigga

    [Bridge: Meek Mill]
    They know the difference, I really get it
    I’m with the scammers, I’m buying bags for all of my bitches, (For all of my hoes)
    Only the family
    Keep all them niggas from out of my business
    (from out of my business)
    Cause I really did shit, I rapped about it you know that I lived it

    [Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
    You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
    If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
    But they know the difference (Cash)
    Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
    The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
    They know the difference, they know the difference
    Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    Get to the bags, run up the racks
    My bitches are bad, your diamonds finessed
    Came in on a jet, 50 my neck, 30 my clip (graa)
    I pour a eight and just sip
    I put the brick on the trip
    I put the dick on her lip
    Money before the deal, I had to go bury a mill
    She wanna pop the whole perc
    I told her we splittin’ that pill
    My niggas been in the field
    We know you put something in that seal
    Used to pull up in that audi, I make the work do pilates
    Screw the lil tip on the uzi, young nigga shootin’ in silence
    Huncho I’m havin’ the stars and stripes, lil nigga you is a private
    Too much money that will change your life
    Power moves on a island

    [Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
    You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
    If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
    But they know the difference (Cash)
    Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
    The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
    They know the difference, they know the difference
    Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference


  • Meek Mill – The Difference

    [Sonny Digital]
    Sonny Rollin’ Grams of Wax

    [Hook: Meek Mill & Desiigner]
    You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
    If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
    But they know the difference (Cash)
    Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
    The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean so they know the difference
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    Your bitches is bad, and my bitches bad but we know the difference
    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    In the trenches gettin’ back at it
    With the haters and the backstabbers
    Head huntin’ for a rat rapper
    Head huntin’ for a wack rapper
    I ain’t really with the back and forth and nigga, I’mma send a hundred stacks at em
    Nigga probably send the rats at em
    Ninja turtle with a rat master
    All this money won’t stop nigga
    30 round that Glock nigga
    Feds lurk and we hot nigga
    Swing through in that drop nigga
    Moon walkin’ in that dealer, like it’s Thriller with the scrilla Ima cop nigga
    I’m a killer, you a cop nigga
    Kick the door like we SWAT nigga

    [Bridge: Meek Mill]
    They know the difference, I really get it
    I’m with the scammers, I’m buying bags for all of my bitches, (For all of my hoes)
    Only the family
    Keep all them niggas from out of my business
    (from out of my business)
    Cause I really did shit, I rapped about it you know that I lived it

    [Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
    You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
    If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
    But they know the difference (Cash)
    Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
    The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
    They know the difference, they know the difference
    Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    Get to the bags, run up the racks
    My bitches are bad, your diamonds finessed
    Came in on a jet, 50 my neck, 30 my clip (graa)
    I pour a eight and just sip
    I put the brick on the trip
    I put the dick on her lip
    Money before the deal, I had to go bury a mill
    She wanna pop the whole perc
    I told her we splittin’ that pill
    My niggas been in the field
    We know you put something in that seal
    Used to pull up in that audi, I make the work do pilates
    Screw the lil tip on the uzi, young nigga shootin’ in silence
    Huncho I’m havin’ the stars and stripes, lil nigga you is a private
    Too much money that will change your life
    Power moves on a island

    [Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
    You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
    If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    They know the difference (They know the difference)
    You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
    But they know the difference (Cash)
    Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
    The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
    They know the difference, they know the difference
    Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference


  • The Game – Bompton Lyrics

    [Intro]
    (?)

    [Verse 1]
    Six in the morning, police at my door
    Woulda seen them niggas coming but the cameras is broke
    My nigga Ant in the kitchen cooking up for a week
    And my lil homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep
    We cooking base, we cooking base
    We cooking base, we cooking base
    50 grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked
    And it’s time to break it down cause everything getting flushed
    Looking out the window tryna find a way out
    Seen the SWAT team creeping on the side of the house
    They threw a canister through the window, it shattered the glass
    So I went into the closet and pulled out my gas mask
    [Hook]
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    And I die before I go back to jail, tell them niggas this is
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky

    [Verse 2]
    Nigga fuck the cops
    They’re supposed to have my house surrounded but it’s not
    So I’m hopping over the back gate with my Glock
    Crossing Wilmington with 1500 in my sock
    Look across the street, they running in and out my spot
    Ant on the curb in cuffs
    And Pooh don’t know what’s going on cause he just woke up
    Till my Cincinnati fitted walked in and out the store
    Ain’t find no drugs or guns so they let my niggas go
    We supreme, we mix that Sprite with that Promethazine
    Hop in that Cutlass, hit the switch and flee the scene
    Euro coming up the block looking like a monster
    Chucking up P’s when we riding through

    [Hook]
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton

    [Verse 3]
    Riding down Alameda, everything was straight
    Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the grapes
    My heart beating like a 15 inch with bass
    Cause I reached for my strap and it wasn’t on my waist
    I’m a fool
    What kind of nigga go to work without his tools?
    And you often watch wearing red like it’s bool
    It’s usually on sight with the crips
    My guns stuck between the seats and them niggas ain’t trip
    Bust a left on Imperial, sliding on gold rims
    Empty the guts out the swisher then hop on the 110
    Look around, I don’t see one black and white
    So we rolled the windows up and hotboxed at the light, yeah

    [Hook]
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    Watch Kobe score 60 on the Jazz, now we heading back to
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky

    [Outro]
    Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
    I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha


  • Game – Bompton (1992 Album) letras

    [Intro]
    (?)

    [Verse 1]
    Six in the morning, police at my door
    Woulda seen them niggas coming but the cameras is broke
    My nigga Ant in the kitchen cooking up for a week
    And my lil homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep
    We cooking base, we cooking base
    We cooking base, we cooking base
    50 grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked
    And it’s time to break it down cause everything getting flushed
    Looking out the window tryna find a way out
    Seen the SWAT team creeping on the side of the house
    They threw a canister through the window, it shattered the glass
    So I went into the closet and pulled out my gas mask
    [Hook]
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    And I die before I go back to jail, tell them niggas this is
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky

    [Verse 2]
    Nigga fuck the cops
    They’re supposed to have my house surrounded but it’s not
    So I’m hopping over the back gate with my Glock
    Crossing Wilmington with 1500 in my sock
    Look across the street, they running in and out my spot
    Ant on the curb in cuffs
    And Pooh don’t know what’s going on cause he just woke up
    Till my Cincinnati fitted walked in and out the store
    Ain’t find no drugs or guns so they let my niggas go
    We supreme, we mix that Sprite with that Promethazine
    Hop in that Cutlass, hit the switch and flee the scene
    Euro coming up the block looking like a monster
    Chucking up P’s when we riding through

    [Hook]
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton

    [Verse 3]
    Riding down Alameda, everything was straight
    Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the grapes
    My heart beating like a 15 inch with bass
    Cause I reached for my strap and it wasn’t on my waist
    I’m a fool
    What kind of nigga go to work without his tools?
    And you often watch wearing red like it’s bool
    It’s usually on sight with the crips
    My guns stuck between the seats and them niggas ain’t trip
    Bust a left on Imperial, sliding on gold rims
    Empty the guts out the swisher then hop on the 110
    Look around, I don’t see one black and white
    So we rolled the windows up and hotboxed at the light, yeah

    [Hook]
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    Watch Kobe score 60 on the Jazz, now we heading back to
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky

    [Outro]
    Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
    I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha