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Rapsody – Right Now Lyrics

[Chorus (Sampled)]
Gimme that [?] right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (We gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (We do it right now), right now
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)

[Verse 1: Rapsody]
Yo
Normally spit ice cold, three-thousand [?] below
Opposite [?], niggas don’t feel me doe
Back in it, two molars to kill ’em, I’m ill: cobra
I’m sittin’ [?] shit [?] yo, it’s so over
Blue Ivy Carter, Deshaun became a pop
Like daughter they say the flow of Hova is beautiful
I’m killer, my nigga, rigamortus like K. Dot
My Jeremy Lin flow, yo, I stepped in the game hot
They [?] to me, over on Blake Griffin
I ball so hard, couldn’t find me [?] you niggas
Been awaitin’ mine, witnessin’ real proof
[?] been over like that too

[Chorus: Rapsody & Samples]
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Yo
Saturday-Sunday flow, that’s how the week end
Lines remind you of waitin’ shoppin’ for Jordan 10’s
Anxious for my release, rap is the real deal
D’Angelo naked truth [?] drugs how it really feel
Gettin’ ’em sky high, stuck in my flow still
Rushin’ my patience gon’ have me rushin’ patients I kill
To E.R., more liquor for my homies, my nigga
[?] we catch ya attention like Aston
Martin’s driven in places niggas can’t afford them
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent (we gon’ do it right now)
Yo, [?] I’m holdin’ my weight
Don’t worry ’bout niggas, flow’ll take care of ’em: Drake
Lost in the party life, feeling eighteen again
Reason for wylin’ tonight but give me another sin
Killin’ these niggas off, exposin’ they spines
Niggas backed [?] half of these niggas can’t rhyme (yo)
Just speaking the truth, ain’t no fuckin’ with mine
Yo, [?] and right now is the time

[Pre-Chorus: Rapsody]
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)

[Chorus: Rapsody & Samples]
(We gon’ do it right now), [?], we did it right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)

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Dizzy Wright – FFL

[Verse 1]
Yo, woke up this morning, crucial timing
My son crying, I’m back to them daddy duties
Yo I be lying if I ain’t say I was happy when I was raising my kid
Even with the changing diapers and wiping booty
Life is truly a trip for me
Being a father is a gift to me
Family and music, this is it for me
Yo this remind me of them ’09 days
Driving by where I graduated just for old times sakes
Thinking of when they used to say "What you wanna be in ten years?"
Looking at the teacher crazy like "Bitch, do you know where we live?"
The whole time I had hope, I just didn’t know how to feel
I fell deep in my thoughts, I can’t be playing the field
Especially if I want a family like Jada and Will
Yo who inspires you that spoke their mind and ain’t been killed
Mentally beaten down
Broken down to the point it’s hard to hold on to and smile
My eyes is all dried out, I mean

[Hook]
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Yo I can’t focus on the pain no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
It ain’t about the shit that you claim no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Oh, niggas don’t think they need to change no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Just do what you love, that’s what we came here for

[Verse 2]
Ayo, here’s a hundred thousand for a hundred thousand words
[?] just to talk to bitches like I’m Howard Stern
I’ve learned that only cowards turn
Shit well maybe not only
But leave it up to the homies whenever the tables turn
They gon’ confront your ass, turn ’em into punching bags
I’m alwyas calming niggas down so we don’t be where trouble at
Retrace my steps and double back and I’m reminded that
It’s niggas with no niggas and they fine with that
Yo are you kidding, since day one I been [?]
Throwing assists, that Chris Paul to Blake Griffin
They selling a fake vision
Fake love and fake niggas get exposed for portraying a different image
It’s like living a scrimmage, God sub me in
When you got kids you live for them, I need another team
I need a lifetime partner, a couple limbs
Let’s get this savings right, I’m obviously not playing right

[Hook]
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Yo I can’t focus on the pain no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
It ain’t about the shit that you claim no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Oh, niggas don’t think they need to change no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Just do what you love, that’s what we came here for

[Bridge]
Let’s switch it up
I’m a slave in my mind but I know God
So I’ll be where I wanna be in no time
We only spreading peace when we throw signs
I had a vision now I’m living the proof
But I’m a slave in my mind, I’m glad know God
So I’ll be where I wanna be in no time
We only spreading peace when we throw signs
I had a vision now I’m living the proof

[Hook]
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Yo I can’t focus on the pain no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
It ain’t about the shit that you claim no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Oh, niggas don’t think they need to change no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Just do what you love, that’s what we came here for

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RiFF RaFF – Chris Paul

[Intro]
Yeah
I can hit the mall, yeah
Bout to hit the mall, yeah

[Hook]
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ey, yo, shootin’ jumpers and my skills are terrific
Should I finger roll or off the glass to Blake Griffin
Ten thangs go through my brain when I drive the lane
I might tear drop a floater, let it fall like the rain
Change lanes, change lanes, I only fly private planes
Drop a 100k on a chain like Wilt Chamberlain
Change the game but I’d rather change my clothes
If I don’t like it in your city, I can change my zip code

[Hook]
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uh, top back, Neon python suplex
Drop 50k on my ruby red Rolex
Drankin’ and scorin’ [?] choppin’ blades on the foreign
Bank account soarin’ like DeAndre Jordan
Tattoos on my arm, I was raised on a farm
But I can cruise on 22s, hit 3s like Matt Barnes
Shaking dice in Boston, don’t matter what it’s costin’
Tint darker than coffee, my mouth looks like ice hockey

[Hook]
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah

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Young Lito – Go Time (In Due Time Mixtape)

I said a young nigga stressed
My chain ain’t the only real shit up on my chest
I’m gettin’ sour looks, still a young nigga fresh
Double workin’ overtime, but a young nigga blessed (amen)
And lately I don’t know who to trust
It’s just me, myself and I and we all doin’ us
I’m just tryna stay alive with my hands out of cuffs
But when I ain’t in the streets, then I feel out of touch
And I hear niggas talkin’ foul when I’m out of town
Soon as I touch down, I don’t hear a sound
Niggas ain’t givin’ mugs, niggas givin’ pounds
Cause they know I won’t hesitate to put ’em in the ground, for real
If you know me then you know the deal
And know what I’m goin’ through then you know how I feel
I only got one gear, I don’t know how to chill
Hov told me to relax, let’s get to the mils
I will, but shit just got me upset
I lost my man and the cops treat me like I’m a suspect
And on Instagram and shit, I get enough threats
But they ain’t bussin’ no moves, just sendin’ tough texts
Shit got my moms worried, this what she fear
Ds at the door, she yell I’m not there
Just like I’m still trappin’, man, shit all weird
She don’t want me out late, now she all scared
I be damned, mama, they know who I am, mama
Them boys food, I eat ’em just like your ham, mama
On Thanksgivin’, toys on me, but ain’t kiddin’
We been through worse, this shit light like Blake Griffin
There’s no danger, R.I.P. Banga
Free the boy Ave, them crackers is tryna hang ya
Just watched the news, I see that they tryna blame ya
But you know how I play, I’m slidin’ just like a Ranger
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its place
Feelin’ like the Black Mamba when he wore number 8
Nobody safe, it’s no passes, just shootin’
Straight savage, and y’all lookin’ like the Raptors
Again free T-Roy, but we’re not alike
I’m more like Bruce Leroy, mixed with a D-Boy
And sho’nuff, your boy glowed up
Pressure make diamonds, and mine all froze up
It’s no chucc
Ti-ti-time to put my cleats in the dirt
Gotta come off the bench and give niggas that work
I’m Tom Brady when Drew Bledsoe got hurt
Had to get out my feelings and get in my Birk (that’s my bag)
Sorry for the delay, but I’m ready to play
Honestly, I was sick and had nothin’ to say
Lost my girl and my homeboy in the same day
She came back and he can’t, that’s where the pain weigh
Rob told me don’t rap it if it ain’t from the heart (Rob Mark!)
But this shit from my soul, I wrote this in the dark
They tellin’ me not to stop, yo I ain’t even start
My life really a movie, man, this is a part
These other dudes is actors, this my real life
I never been a fraud, tell me what it feel like
Can’t front, without bro, it don’t feel right
But like a Harvard grad, my future is real bright
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its place
Feelin’ like Brady way before they knew he was great
But I won’t deflate, it’s no passes, just shootin’
Straight savage, and I’m ready for you bastards
It’s go time

We in Banga Fresh’s home
Young Lito man, next in charge, man

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Jidenna – BET Cypher Lyrics

[Intro: Jidenna]
Primo, you ready to set it off?

[Verse 1: Aaron Cooks]
Yellow lives matters
Yellow God, nappy head trapper
Mack daddy, daddy macker
Criss cross with the wrist, I whip backwards
I walk on water in black Louie
Scoop some up in a pot and get back to it
The light skin Makavelli [?]
Valentino Nino sipping pinot, kilos in his Chevy
I turn your favorite rapper to Casper
Take his blood and make a masterpiece disaster
How you master the pieces
When you don’t own a piece of your master lil’ nigga
You gotta pardon me fam
But you was talking like you had a whole [?]
Only pennies I ever needed was Janet
Feds at the door, more [?]
[Verse 2: 3D Na’Tee]
I know you heard of me
Fine as a bitch and got more bras than Bourbon Street, without surgery
See I’m a [?]
Bring me a [?] I cook like a Jamaican thief
See every year when I don’t get an award it’s such a sad reminder
That I get robbed like Blac Chyna
With no ghostwriter, shout out to Drake though
I ball out like OG Maco
Play close attention cause I’m the savior
For y’all chasing Pokémon, I be chasing paper, without a major
While y’all tearing on every silicone clone for four summers
My flow been dumb as Raven-Symone
Like BIG and ‘Pac in a female body, I body all of you
Cause I’m an author, and I’m smarter
My IQ higher than Barack daughter
Why you let them labels rape you like Darren Sharper?
The game know ain’t no rap chick harder
Than 3D Na’Tee

[Verse 3: Rain 910]
Y’all hating for nothing, well it’s equal
Got a brother that I look just like, that I don’t speak to
What makes you think you have an opinion that I care for?
Got to take it in vain from here on
That’s [?] when he’s the topic you gon’ have to read about it
Sergio Tacchini sweatsuits and [?] watches
[?] at the bottom of every bottle of [?]
Sweety it won’t be easy to leave me but keep it rocking
Never did he mean to be greedy, just needed options
It’s different pictures from different nights, it just lead to gossip
The seat is toxic, and I never needed your love
Never needed your trust, it’s just me and my drugs
This deuce is for [?], this fo’ is for [?]
It’s aces for [?], sip slow, go with the flow
This is why I always end up where there’s nowhere to go
Shit, alone on this road, it’s cold on these slopes
If I overdose right now, no one’ll know
Don’t erase that I know what I wrote
It doesn’t show when I sow
And I don’t give a fuck if nobody feel me
It’ll take a whole army to kill me
Yeah

[Verse 4: Consequence]
[?] I ain’t got no time for flee markets
A chick get with me it’s like she land free on parking
Read about me, better hit the mean market
Cause in these streets homie, we ain’t ’bout talking
Cause back when Stevie had bees like Venus
And back when Venus had bees like [?]
I was in the MPV with Irv Gotti
Hoping one day we both be in Ferraris
Just like safari, moving neck after neck
But that’s the consequences of the lifestyle you pick
Been with the shit, I was raised for the revolution
Cause I’m a Black Panther like Cam Newton
Support this on your [?] now
Cause like Usain I can’t be beaten on a track
And you can’t be seen, thinking you eating off of rap
And he yada yada yelling “Yo Cons’ is back”, uh
It’s the Cons’ fool, word

[Verse 5: Jidenna]
Here go the black Abe Lincoln, half Blake Griffin
Amish man who stay pimping, game straight women
Or maybe he doesn’t date women but he stay primping
Looking like a Muslim leader with 88 children
They still tryna feel Jidenna out though
Is he that Uncle Tom whiter than the South Pole?
A field nigga that can wiggle with a [?]
On the line like I wiggle where the [?]
Eh, these rappers all copy
They lie to the world like Ryan Lochte
Yeah I’m in the White House on occasion
In the gentlemen’s club on occasion
But it’s way too many dollars in that fake ass bubble
Man I call that inflation
I guess fake is the new real
And everyday I’m tryna daze on a new pill
They see collard greens are the new kill
Well money talks, and nigga sales