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  • Tech N9ne – Brand New Hunnids (feat. Jl, Rittz & Frizz) (Uncensored)

    [Hook: Frizz]
    Ay, ay
    I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
    Ay
    ‘Bout that life, I ain’t ever ran from it
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

    [Verse 1: Rittz]
    I’ve been feeling like Pablo in the Wells Fargo
    I ain’t here to talk about a car loan
    Pockets on my cargo shorts full of money
    And a duffel bag stuffed full, hard to keep the zipper on the top closed
    You can barely pay a car note
    Why you mad at me because your credit score low
    I done gone broke but I bounced back
    Leaning on the counter while she look at my account
    Can I have a lollipop though
    Runnin’ game flirtin’ with the bank teller
    I can tell she thinking I’m a cocaine dealer
    I got cash ’cause I rap, I don’t trap
    I was hurting when I didn’t have money, now the paper like a painkiller
    The internet say I’m worth four mil
    It used to be a way worse ordeal
    No more dollar menu orders, eating four course meals
    Thought I was a winner look at what the scoreboard said
    Forrest Gump with the ends on the cat running
    On the way to make a milli you can bet on me
    You sitting still like a crash test dummy
    Like you got a check coming
    Tryna flash, you ain’t got Tech money
    You ain’t ever live lavish, tryna be Travis
    You ain’t ever built like that
    You been living in a fantasy knowing that you can’t achieve
    I’ma tell you real life fast
    Keep it real like that
    Yeah

    [Hook: Frizz]
    I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
    Ay
    ‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
    Ay, ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
    Ay
    I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
    Ay
    ‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

    [Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
    Get some big ones, shit comes, quick son ditch ’em
    ‘Cause they gonna get to begging from the rich one
    For the money for tummy, booty, and they tits done
    Cross yo neck with a razor
    For the fetty when they see you livin’ major
    How they comin’ for money ya job paid ya
    When not even one of them did a little bit of labor
    With them brand new hunnids
    Damn you done it
    Not a way somebody can ever ban you from it
    How can you stomach
    The poverty I hit the lottery
    So when you go in the pile can you plummet
    Damn you stuntin’
    On the land when you expand the grands
    They gonna stand who run it and the jam you brung it
    Comin’ from all the fans the Kansas City man do gun it
    Take all the paper don’t let the paper take ya
    Big money maker you’re gonna wait to vapor
    From all the haters they wanna waste ya
    Like a trip when they hit a gallon of Jäger
    Off with the money is why they shoot ya
    ‘Cause they jealous they makin’ the shotty juice ya
    I ain’t slippin’ or givin’ nobody boosters
    I keep the brim a hunnid ’cause Tech is a crowded poosta
    Nigga, ay

    [Hook: Frizz]
    I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
    Ay
    ‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
    Ay, ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
    Ay
    I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
    Ay
    ‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

    [Verse 3: JL]
    Like a brand new hunnid dollar bill
    When they put the light to me they will know that I’m real
    I’ma get to the money
    But I give ’em what they can build in it
    Rock at the rigorous on the go without a chill
    We two up, it’s too much money to be made
    Too much money for me to ever be a slave
    Too much money for me to not wanna get out of the bed and go get it
    Somebody already gettin’ paid
    It don’t matter if you rappin’ or thuggin’, be stackin’ or pluggin’
    It’s either you are slackin’ or pumpin’, how bad do you want it?
    Look even if you hover at the oven and you wrapping a couple of ’em
    Moving two by fours like Jim Duggan, you buggin’
    If you don’t got the lucrative hustle
    Looking for loot producing part of productive ’cause you
    Gotta be tough and plus you gotta do what you must do
    Throw it when you win, they will son the rustle
    I see hawks when I see these thots, and I read thoughts
    Let them wonder ‘bout the bread
    He financially flaunts cause he know what she wants
    Let alone fucks I give ’em the photo cred
    Even though I do collect the dough, I haven’t changed yet
    Never quit, never sit waiting for a paycheck
    To the paid jet, then get lifted like a weight set
    With a loud pack, hit a chronic like a Dre set
    Jay high that’s a safe bet

    [Hook: Frizz]
    I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
    Ay
    ‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
    Ay, ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
    Ay
    I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
    Ay
    ‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
    Ay
    Everywhere I go I try to get to the money


  • These Scars

    Lyrics to ‘These Scars’ by Meek Mill:

    –Intro: Guordan Banks–
    Don’t close the door
    You always mine
    Know that it’s hard to face reality (Mmm)
    When they change, you’re heart’s [??]

    –Verse: Future–
    They running out of info, make [??]
    Friends turning foes niggas leavin me no choice
    Hoes gettin exposed make a nigga [??]
    Hit a few licks before I made it out the church

    –Hook: Guordan Banks–
    The land they gave us was always ours
    Don’t close the doors
    You [??]
    And we got wraiths to hide behind these stars
    And we rock ice just to hide these scars
    If you never seen a [??] , behind all these [??]

    –Verse: Meek Mill–
    People see me and know me in Wells Fargo
    Still repping like it’s no tomorrow
    So I don’t have to stand, let me borrow
    And let you in my circle, but thats comin with a cost tho
    You don’t work, you gon’ starve, yo
    Dime in the crib tip toein on the marble
    Rocking all these ice
    No more rollies im just buyin more properties
    Young niggas watching me, give ’em that game properly
    [??] monopoly
    Don’t let ’em trick you outta your spot
    Nigga you gotta be retardo if you gon kick me out of your gallardo
    [??] lights how them stars glow
    Give me motivation out in Miami, all the haitians, all the hitters got they bitches to them MMG
    A legend on collins how they gon’ remember me
    Young nigga

    –Hook: Guordan Banks–
    The land they gave us was always ours
    Don’t close the doors
    You [??]
    And we buy wraiths to hide behind these stars
    And we rock ice just to hide these scars
    If you never seen dreams fade away behind all these walls

    –Outro: Guordan Banks–
    Don’t close the door
    You always mine
    Know that it’s hard to face reality (Mmm)
    When they change, you’re heart’s [??]


  • Jessi‚ Microdot‚ Dumbfoundead & Lyricks – K.B.B (가위바위보)

    [Intro: Jessi]
    누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보
    누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보

    [Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]

    Microdot, half the YOX
    And one bad man, I’m a 나쁜 남자
    I should go first, 내가 먼저 해야지
    덤파형은 바쁘니깐
    I wear my beanies like Gil from Leessang
    피쳐 할 때는 진짜 비싸
    But these my bros from west to east side
    If you ain’t my bro then fuck the peace sign
    Like 가위바위보
    Your bitch got my wifi code
    Im rich bitch my life dope, yeah
    Lit like a night light, 잘자
    Nothin’ like a nightlife, quite like Seoul
    All of my bitches they stay out in Sinsa
    I switch up the girls 들을 이차
    Drop ’em all off in a 빈 차애
    90 degrees when they 인사
    Kick it with nothing but real heads
    Cause I ain’t got time for no bullshit
    Bottom of shoes lookin’ real red
    Like 아저씨 drinkin’ at 술집
    I got a visa from here to Ibiza
    We puttin’ in work, work, work
    Rock paper scissors, I guess I’m the winner
    So let me go first, 가위바위보

    [Hook: Jessi]
    누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

    [Verse 2: Lyricks]
    I took a red eye
    And landed, showered
    Then met up with Micro, Dummy, got 배달
    And jumped in the rover, then sped up to Cheonho
    Jessi came through the studio
    And turned it into mother fuckin’ 1OAK
    Yall know, my Wells Fargo lookin’
    Like a 한국 전화번호 (digits)
    Bad rap, we the illest independent homie, that’s that
    Master of ceremony, bring the cash back
    Pound a 40 like a hashtag
    Step to us get ur ascap’d
    Big numbers when I do that show
    I-95 how I move that dope
    I got drive, NY to Seoul
    It’s the YOX for the few that know
    Yeah, Rollin’ with the YOX
    We the best it gets lonely on the top
    No stress cuz’ I’m homies with the dot
    No rest, 넌 벌써 졸리냐
    Weak boy
    Lemme set it straight, lemme educate
    Lemme give a taste, let me embed it inside of your mind
    So every time you hear me sayin’ that I’m one of the greats
    I’m not sayin’ it to finish a rhyme motherfucker

    [Hook: Jessi]
    누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

    [Verse 3: Microdot]
    누가 먼저 가위바위보
    From buses to drivin’ that Rove
    Mom now drippin’ and cookin’ in gold
    Makin’ that music and bakin’ that soul
    Cake, cake, cake, so much cake
    We could run a baking sale
    AK, AK
    That’s that Auckland city lifestyle
    That’s game boy, that major league
    Self-made, no lottery
    40,000 feet up in the air (up in the air)
    No economy
    Going coast to coast, to shows to shows
    Don’t mean to brag and boast my nose
    My success came with no strings
    Attached, I’m my own boss
    Talkin’ bout bars, no snickers
    And no not the one under my zippers
    I cut and paste, and rearrange man
    I go dumb dumb with my lyrics
    Bitches be bitchin and jealousy be hittin’
    Them kittens like the Kardashians
    내가 뭘 하고 어딜 가던
    얼마 벌고 어디애다 쓰건
    Don’t worry bout me, I’m makin’ a livin’
    Nothin’ came free, nada was given
    Young fat boy straight outta New Zealand
    Feelin’ good vibes, Dumb, Rick and Million
    About to play a game, rock paper scissors
    Three dope boys, yes we the trillest
    No new friends, this is family business
    Oh, and my sister, Jessi

    [Hook: Jessi]
    누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

    [Outro: Jessi]
    가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위, I said
    가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위
    가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위, I said


  • YO GOTTI – Castro lyrics

    (Yeah) Castro
    Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
    Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
    Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
    Cuban cigar nigga
    Spanish chick, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    The double cross you up, eyeball
    Castro, Castro, Castro

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs (in the game)
    I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
    I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
    Hit your bitch in the Aloft
    Head cool, but the pussy wack
    Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
    Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Medellín, Pablo
    Money bags, Wells Fargo
    Call my driver, where the car go?
    100 thousand in my cargo
    I get dope by the cargo
    I got whips, no car note
    I got whips, no slave
    All my cribs got maids
    All my cribs like a maze
    Shit so big, they amazed
    Still thuggin’, they amazed
    Put me on a track with ‘Ye
    In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
    In the trenches with the Js
    Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
    They record everythin’ we say

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    Quavo, honcho
    My life like Pablo
    Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
    They’ll treat me like Fabio
    Off white like shell toes
    Stick to the money, velcro
    Standin’ on the top ropes
    Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
    Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
    I be standin’ in the field with the fire
    So many onions in the trap, make me cry
    My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
    Ridin’ round with extendo
    Ridin’ round with extendo
    Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
    Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
    Niggas shootin’ out the window
    Niggas shootin’ at your window
    Yeah, you better keep your head low
    Feds watchin’, better lay low

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    Anti lame nigga
    Take your girl like a pain killer
    Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
    Look like a train hit her
    Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
    AKA, it’s your Highness
    I don’t know if she got a snort habit
    Or the bitch got sinus
    Pyrex tried to sign us
    Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
    Got a red stove and a gold fork
    Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
    Told shawty, you a minus
    And I say it out of kindness
    Cuban links change the climate
    Dick tall, she can climb it
    Sold so many damn bags
    I coulda went diamond
    Watch wristband diamond
    On my neck look diamond
    Simon says nigga stop takin’ my shit
    Nigga, start rhymin’
    4 rings like an Audi
    Hotel suite, cloudy

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off


  • Salma Slims – Ghetto Girls Dream (Ghetto Girl Dream Mixtape) letras

    [Intro]
    Ghe-ghe-ghetto girl’s dream
    Ghe-ghe-ghetto girl’s dream
    Ghe-ghe-ghetto girl’s dream

    [Hook]
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    [Verse 1]
    I was broke and didn’t have it
    Now the money automatic
    Salma, last name savage
    I’ve been movin’ like an addict
    Most said I couldn’t do it so I had to get up off my ass
    This job shit was my 9 to 5 for my first Burkin bag
    Now I’m baggin’ money like a zipper
    Jeans with the gold zipper
    My fashion lit and these hoes hate but I see the bigger picture
    I ain’t really used to understand but I’m seein’ everything clear
    I’m switchin’ gear in my lane hopin’ these hoes stop and stare

    [Hook]
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream

    [Verse 2]
    Let me tap in my favorite wing
    Growin’ up I wanted finer things
    I ain’t really into fake hoes, I ain’t really into friends
    I ai’nt relaly into lame niggas I just really want a Benz
    Penny Proud done came up
    Wells Fargo got ranned up
    My last nigga got jammed up
    The credit cards got scammed up
    Everybody wanna know us now but they ain’t even got the sauce
    Why everybody wanna come around but they don’t wanna play they part?

    [Hook]
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
    Now this a ghetto girl’s dream

    [Outro]
    Ghe-ghe-ghetto girl’s dream
    Ghe-ghe-ghetto girl’s dream