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Virgil Abloh Called Out For $50 Donation To BLM Movement

Virgil Abloh, artistic director of Louis Vuitton’s menswear collection and CEO of the trendy label Off-White, as well as DJ, is currently being flamed on Twitter for his $50 donation to a protesters’ bail fund.

The issue of how much celebrities and the wealthy should donate has been an issue for years, most recently with the Australian wildfires and the COVID-19 relief funds, but even causing discussions back when parts of the Notre Dame burned down and billionaires were strangely quick to offer up tens of thousands.

However, as Twitter user @dieworkwear points out, “people should donate whatever they want, but man … virgil abloh really just donated 11% of one off-white belt.”

An Off-White branded binder clip ($100 USD) costs more than what Abloh donated in the screenshot making rounds, to put it in perspective.

Others quickly chimed in to point out that he was matching donations and encouraging others to match his own, it wasn’t just that he decided out of the blue to only donate $50. Still, in response to those people, others have still shown anger at his silence surrounding the protest movement and lack of more donations, or at least lack of proof.

Virgil just screenshot a $50 donation lol

— link in bio (@broazay) June 1, 2020

You can buy an Off-White phone case for $49… when it’s half off, that is. pic.twitter.com/Nx6VrDVef5

— link in bio (@broazay) June 1, 2020

SOMEONE EDITED VIRGIL ABLOH'S WIKI PAGE HFNFJFJDN pic.twitter.com/gbAhwLVt6Q

— 🌿 (@imanaleaf) June 1, 2020

Virgil Abloh selling socks that's worth the same as mortgages and said here's $50 my brother fight the power.

— Ahmed/Official A&R for OVO Records (@big_business_) June 1, 2020

people should donate whatever they want, but man … virgil abloh really just donated 11% of one off-white belt pic.twitter.com/UCmHLxJh0A

— Derek Guy (@dieworkwear) June 1, 2020

A Fucking Off-White BINDER CLIP Costs More Money Than What Virgil Donated LMFAO pic.twitter.com/GyaBTNkvGP

— Peter Xinping 只有前进!🌏🦍 (@PeterXinping) June 1, 2020

 

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Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

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Sevn Alias – Patsergedrag lyrics

Sevn Alias with “Patsergedrag” featuring Boef en Lil’ Kleine.

Patsergedrag lyrics

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Alias, ik stress niet om ho’s enzo
Money viel, nu vallen ze net domino
Heb ik tijd, mag ze rijden, geen rodeo
Ben ik druk, zie ik je niet, ogen Tokyo
Ik rook goeie hash, ik voel het in m’n zakken
Maar ik geef het uit alsof ik rijk ben
Chain icey en m’n pols eng
Dit is Louis Vuitton, geen Mybrand
Kan niet met je meepraten over verlies
Verdriet wanneer ik je broke met de kerst zie
Ironisch want ik vier niet eens kerst
Jij bent veteraan, jij was vroeger aan net Hersi
Ik krijg love van de buurt want ik geef de buurt love
Ik heb liefde voor m’n broeders net Jerzzy
Eerst wilde ze niks maar nu wil ze dick
Ze deed stiff maar nu duikt ze en ze kopt, van Persie

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik bied met je pekie je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dat is patsergedrag

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‘t Is je boy uit de hoofdstad (woo)
Kom zitten op m’n schoot, schat
Skip je vriend als ‘ie broke was (ja)
Die kleine jongen dacht effe dat ‘ie groot was
Heel veel cash, maar je boy heeft ook pas
Ja, je bitch stapt in, we gaan, let’s go (yes)
En m’n money is lang, dat is echt zo (echt)
Dit is Jack $hirak, geen Esko
Kleine jongen, kom eens kijken hoe ik stacks blow
Je bent geen Biggie Daggoe maar een leningtrekker
Je vrouw helpt me steeds met m’n paper tellen
Echt waar, ik ga je één ding zeggen
Ik heb schijt aan jou, ik ben nog steeds mezelf
Zegt de juf van vroeger en de meester effe
Dat we heel dik gaan, ja, we leven lekker (ja)
Ik pak 5 voor een show en geef de helft aan m’n paps (aan m’n paps)
Motherf*cker, ik verdeel het effe

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Nam die risico’s, je moet durven
Zij wil knuffelen, we verdubbelen
Stack is dik nu, vroeger dunneren
Want het liep niet maar nu runnen we
Ja, ik ben op patsergedrag
Vijf shows, 30K wat ik klap in de nacht
Ik ben eindelijk rijk, had niks anders verwacht
Ik ben boos op je stage maar ik lach naar de bank
Haha (haha!) bro, wat’s aan de hand?
Vijf kop op Real bro, wat’s met de stand, ja?
Als ik win, boek een trip naar Sri Lanka
Gaat het mis, moet ik effe naar de Gamma
Voor die boys met avondklokken
Ga je money pikken, ben je vaak betrokken?
Deze rare jongen maakte zware sprongen
Ben op hoge winst en op lage kosten, ja

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap
Ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

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Gucci Mane – Enormous (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know somethin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
(OG Parker)
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
(It’s Gucci!)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I pulled up in that don with that Hublot on my arm
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton, lookin’ like I sold a ton (Louis)
Real trap nigga, baby, upper echelon
He a real rap nigga, he ain’t ever held a bomb (war)
When she in the room, baby girl, yeah, she perform (ow)
Carbon on the dresser, baby, please don’t be alarmed (woo)
Gucci Mane so charming he didn’t even wear a charm
She suck it ’til it’s numb, baby got a gold tongue (woo)
Well educated, but call me and go dumb (huh)
Lookin’ where she at, won’t believe where she came from (money)
Sippin’ on Patron, they love me like Don Juan
I told her keep it low, shawty call me Don Don (shawty)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop that pin, I’m all in your location (yeah)
Had to pull up just to motivate ya (‘vate)
Don’t be actin’ shy, I’m losin’ patience (ayy)
Oh yeah
Asses, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
I wanna run up a tab (tab)
Champaign in my bath (bath)
Saucin’, cool ranch (brrr)
Love it when you clap it like that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
This lady really is the truth, I’m givin’ props to you (you)
I love to fly you out the country just to shop with you (yeah)
She act like she a good girl, fuck like a prostitute (huh)
I’m actin’ like I’m good but really I’m in hot pursuit (go)
I think that I’m so fly that I don’t have to lie to you (damn)
But you so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m not tryna flutter you (hot)
My sex game so aggressive, I’m just tryna splatter you
Your booty is enormous and my dick’s enormous too (huh)
You showed out last night, I had a good performance too (wow)
I’m so healthy and prepared, I work it like your trainer do (trainer)
My paper so enormous I am not a normal dude (no)
You so bad I’m thinkin’ ’bout it but don’t dine on normal food

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

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4 heures du mat – Jul paroles

Paroles Jul – 4 heures du mat

J’me laisse aller, tu connais ma vie j’vais pas l’étaler
Trop d’frères en taule, l’addition est salée
J’t’aime mais tu prends la confiance ça y est
S**t en plaquette, faut le détailler
J’ai écris sur mon tél’, j’ai zapper le cahier
Descente de flics on s’est tous taillés
J’commence le son à 4 heures, j’ai pas l’temps de bailler
J’ai bu des flashs, j’ai la tête ailleurs
Cambute, ça ouvre ta porte à la MacGyver
Les p’tits ont les crocs, ils refrappent le sider
Sur l’autoroute zig-zags à la Ghost-Rider
J’ai tellement zoné, j’connais tous les chemins
J’m’entraine à cabrer en levant les deux mains
J’arrive le soir au stud’, j’pose jusqu’au lendemain
Aux Baumettes, voila ou la gratte te mène
Je cours dans la tess
Versuri-lyrics.info
Les flics ils crient “arrêtez-vous !”
J’en ai plein la tête ma gueule sur le grand-père, ça m’rend fou
Faut qu’j’évacue, j’fasse mon tour
J’connais les cachettes en bas des tours
Rabaisser mes potes, j’suis pas la pour.(4 heures du mat)

J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent
J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent.(4 heures du mat)

Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air. (x2)

On m’a crevé mon p-neu-neu
Malade tu veux le-le-le beuh
Et alcool-le-le (et alcool-le-le)
Et dans ma tête ça tourne là
Me calcule pas, je fais l’sourd
Je sais c’que ça dit sur moi
Qui est vraiment là pour moi
Y’a Nemoi, Prince, Tchyco, So, Ger, Yliesse et Mehdi
J’ai rien sur moi, pars obligé d’me faire un crédit
Les équipes pétés, la larme aux yeux
Et j’oublie pas les bons hommes aux cieux
J’ai grandi, appelle-moi “Monsieur”
Je suis aigri et souvent soucieux
Pour toi this is that we do
J’suis au stud’ chez Kakou et Hamido
T’as vu nos têtes, on fait pas d’judo
C’est jamais qu’on tirera l’rideau
J’ai ma sacoche Louis Vuitton
J’pose avec, je suis dans les temps
J’me sens à l’aise comme au guidon
Sur l’autoroute, j’m’entraine jusqu’à Berre l’étang.

J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent
J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent.

Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’airrr. (x4)
Jul paroles
Video mat

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Trouble – Kamal Raja lyrics

Lyrics Kamal Raja – Trouble

Baby girl drop low winding over me
Yeah, you apart girl drop it on me
Ni main keha sanu tu vikha
That you checking on me
Saheliyan de naal
But you’re looking only.(trouble)

Oh baby kita ve mind tu crack
Sab tu flyers te baaki ne wack
I ain’t no lie, I’m ..
De de sign and we backbone the track.

Jadon oh langhe sab ho janda slow
Level ae high
Saare ohde below
Sadi ae life reality show
Jide tu naal ae
I know’re with your bro.

Kudi tu far far oh no
Panga tu pa pa oh no. (x2)

Aye kudiye tu troubleee ae
Trouble trouble ae troubleee ae trouble ae
She gonna mess-up the floor
My life di model ae model ae model ae
Model ae model ae
I think that you are the one.

Aye kudiye tu troubleee ae
Troubleee troubleee ae troubleee ae troubleee ae
She gonna mess-up the floor
The way she wobble at wobble wobble at
Sanu vakha what you want.

Knock Knock! dekho aya hai kaun
Daddy is back with a troubleee and song
Everything on lock yeah just like a don
Karda no lai baby you’re the bomb, baby.

Darda tu karni ae check
Kari na worry I’m checking your back
Girl I’m fire on every track
You wanna talk to me
Write me a cheque, baby.

I know that you’re the one
Le dau Versace te Louis Vuitton
Tu eni sohni lagge kaali jenna.

Kudi tu far-far oh no
Panga tu paa paa oh no.(x2)

Ae kudiye tu troubleee ae
Trouble trouble ae troubleee ae trouble ae
She gonna mess-up the floor
My life di model ae model ae model ae
Model ae model ae
Versuri-lyrics.info
I think that you are the one.

Ae kudiye tu troubleee ae
Trouble trouble ae trouble ae troubleee ae
She gonna mess-up the floor
The way she wobble at wobble wobble at
Sanu vakha what you want , ae ae ae.

Trouble aein troubleee aein tu magnetic
Khichdi ae close mainu tu automatic
Meri ae zid like a kid got a headache
Meri aa aadat bina pooche grab it.

Model ae model ae one of the best
You’re brilliant huwa impress
Tujhe main le doon one million dress
Apna hai business karna na stress.

I am * style mera illegal
One in a million call me incredible
I’m still alive boy
This is a miracle
Come get your girl bro
She getting too physicalll.
Kamal Raja lyrics
Video Kamal Raja

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Jadakiss – Big Dog Status Lyrics

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a fed rap

[ad-libs]

I tried to walk away from my bad habits
But I realized they bringing me mad cabbage
I’m really nice, these niggas is mad average:
Whoever ain’t a lizard or a rat is a backstabber
Trynna climb my way up out of hell on a black ladder
Get my pocket and wallet just a tad fatter
That’s why they love me in the hood cuz I always told facts
You ain’t really a hustler if you never sold crack
A good relationship with the fiends is forever love
Jail ain’t a part of the plan and it never was
It’s whatever cuz how you want it homie
When I get to clapping don’t get too running on me
Time’s ticking, candy paint dripping
My chick mean, plus I’m on the lean like I’m sipping
Trynna gain focus I got the game in a Full Nelson in case you ain’t noticed;
Cocaine quotas stay away from promoters and McCain voters
Cuz the fame’ll put a lot of weight on your shoulders
Trying to get my coupes up then I get the roof cut
Better than being in the county trying to get your suits up

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a Fed rap

Spend money just because, do it for the fuck of it
Drought don’t affect me cuz I buy too much of it
I ain’t got to sneeze for you to bless me
Test me the closest I ever get to a phantom probably SP (GHOST)

Explicit at the felony hearing i don’t need trial
TEN NBA niggas on speed dial
Imma do my thing on the side in the meanwhile
I’ll probably be one of the nicest until I’m senile
I need one of these new niggas don’t get it mixed up
Louis Vuitton gas mask cooking the bricks up
I’ma break down wit you – just give me the big cut
Send some lil niggas through there to tighten your wig up
Brothers that’s behind the wall that call the bing home
This is that grimy shit it’s not a ringtone
This is for the niggas that’s reeing
That appreciate a prophet whenever they see him PC him
We all in the same game just different levels
Dealing with the same hell just different devils

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a Fed rap

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Dirty flesh – Token lyrics

Lyrics Token – Dirty flesh

I do what I wish
My mom think I be losing my grip
When it come to the bars, I’m a retard
Ain’t nobody get stupid as this
First grade I wasn’t using my whits
Using my finger and using my fist
Using my anger and using bad word
Thank God that my future is this
Now, I do what I want
Do what I do, what you do is just watch
Holding up all the fans, holding up all the hands, holding up all the pants Louis Vuitton
Everyone know that I got the bomb bomb
And I got a razor and you got a pom-pom
And I gotta say word if you got a problem
‘Cuz I got a banger, you can hear the pop pop pop
Woahhh versuri-lyrics.info
Wait a minute, keep a distance, I be shy
Met an angel, then I kissed it, then I kissed it goodbye
Pay attention, pay a visit, I won’t pay your a*s a dime
I might let you live forever through a rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Woah
Unopposed, I don’t posed, I’m just it
I don’t fold (spits) only gold in my spit
And she all up on my s**t like she really, really know it
Smart girls give the best head to the best poet
Ain’t no women hate me they get used to me
S**t, even when I do insult ’em, I do it so beautifully
S**t, I might kill the expectation, I might sing the eulogy
S**t, you might end up walking home for thinking that you’re cool with me
S**t, ride with me
Forget about everybody and cry with me
Let’s jump in the fire and you can die with me
Pretend like it is forever and lie with me
Yeah, lie with me
Yea, sleep with me
Yeah, wake up in the morning with a secret me
Yeah, everything I do, I do it secretly
Yeah, every single night I lose a piece of me
A piece of me, no peace in me
I rip your f*cking head off, do it peacefully
The sky is falling, I’ma put it back together evenly
And never get a thank you
What is love when she only hug me to restrain me and only kiss me to shut me up?
I got blood that isn’t fam
I got fam that isn’t blood
I got s**t to help me sleep, convince ’em it isn’t drugs
I got the girl of my dream convincing me she isn’t drunk
With an invisible cup, I promise I didn’t see it.(dirty flesh)

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya.

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
I am only here to make a child say a curse in bed
(f*ck, f*ck)
I am only here to make a virgin wet
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
Every single morning I’m a year closer to death
Every single time I f*cked a b***h I had birthday s*x
Yea, and you can be here with me
I’ve been on the job, been to a lot of city
I’ve been through the odds, they been all against me
Used to listen to mom, now I listen to 50
Teach you how to rob, just an itty-bitty
If they steal my innocence, I’ll be stealing it back
And all of the guilt they left me with, I’ll be giving them that
It’s either mission complete or permission to bla! bla! bla!
Ya ya ya
See Benji boy so explosive
I threw a chair at the wall and now the walls have opened
Ya ya ya
Took my momma’s lighter, threw it in the ocean
Now that cigarette is dry as my voice if she ask where the f*ck I’m going
Ya ya ya
I don’t know
Ya ya ya
Ay I’ll go with the maniac
It’ll take my soul and I may adapt
And I’ll make the gold, and I’ll make the cash
And I’ll hang the rope and I may attach
And I’ll lay alone till I fade to black
With a case of blow and a case of ash.

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya.

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
Thought I did the dirt but I was done by the dirt instead
I delete my history like you do when you surf the web
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
Standing on the chair like the bulb ain’t working yet
Hanging myself with the new Gucci turtleneck.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I stomp on the ground, the ground hit me with an uppercut
I spit at the clouds, got rained on in the winter
Struck by lightning in the sun
But I do what I wish and I get what I wish forrr.
Token lyrics
Video flesh

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Kodak Black – Boost My Ego (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
It’s that Project Baby
And we about fifteen up, you know what I mean?
They ‘gon try take advantage of this money
Shit coming in fast
They know we ain’t got a blueprint of this shit
We just came into this shit with it already

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
All I know, identity theft, I buried all the credit cards
G1 had me in the kitchen, sellin’ hard and doin’ fraud
Took me out the ‘jects, now I’m flyin’ private jets, nigga
‘Member snatchin’ chains, I got my own around my neck, nigga
I caught five kidnappin’, but I ain’t no babysitter
I caught five kidnappin’, how you let me take your nigga?
Posted on the ugly, I jump out, go to bustin’
My baby mama dusty, got my little one out here musky
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in a vert, call it a pullback, ayy
Pull up in a Wraith, they be like "Who is that"?
Pulling up in luxury, thank God, ain’t no more strugglin’
I’m rollin’ ’round, I be duffelin’
She under arrest, I’m cuffin’ it

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I just beat the case, I’m ridin’ in a double R
Spread the cheese with your people, gotta feed the squad
I bought my mama and my brothers, them another car
At first I was playin’ with this shit, but now I’m goin’ hard
It’s like my baby mama feel like she the superstar
I threw away the Fossil watch and bought an Audemars
Was in the ‘Yota, now I’m ridin’ in the luxury car
I was off the chain, now a youngin’ on the charts
I was ridin’ Suzuki, ayy, now I’m actin’ boujee, ayy
Now I’m coolin’, foolin’, I’m just ’bout my music
No more shootin’ cee-lo, poppin’ wheelies on the Banshee
Can’t be thuggin’ no more, homie, I stay in a mansion
I’m on mollys and the Xannies, feel extravagant
Took me off the ugly corner, I’m ridin’ panoramic
You hate the way I’m transitionin’, I’m corporate thugging
You miss when I was headfirst, when I wasn’t gettin’ no money

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case, yeah

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Don Q – Chosen One

[Intro]
It’s all about what you chasing at the end of the day
You chasing a legacy or you chasing the charts
So that’s how you gotta look at it right there, I’m chasing a legacy

[Chorus]
They call me the chosen one
You know I’m the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch you know I’m the chosen one

[Verse 1]
I had to make an announcement
These niggas they ain’t really bout it
We weigh it and count it
Scale it then break it and ounce it and serve with the straight out-of-towners
I was the one with the pack, I was stuck in the trap
And I found my way in the mountains
Ordered the piece told ’em make it and drown it
Flood it and make sure my name is around it (Yeah)
Fuck all that lame shit
We sneakin’ in work on the plane trip
Look at the whip that I came with
My doors is doing the crane kick
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
I can never have a bored night
My camera roll look like a porn site
Feel creepin’ and I’m still meeting with the plug he told me the soft price
When We meet up I cut off the porch lights, I stash it right by the exhaust pipes
When it’s ringin it’s making me more hype
Tried chasing me out of the store twice
Security playing the door tight
I was in and out it by the fourth swipe

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Verse 2]
Where I’m from it’s either eat or starve
I never had me a legal job
They don’t believe that we beat the odds
Had to rush in the spot before they freeze the card
I made em’ believers (Yeah)
They gave me a shot to suit up and lace up my sneakers
Remember they told me to wait on the bleachers
Now I walk in and I shake the arena
Telling stories like they heard he wanted
Talking like they got a searchin’ warrant
But the opps lurking so we buying burners
We don’t care if them bitches got murders on it
New chain I spent about thirty on it
You try it your head got a birdie on it
I’m feelin’ like B.I.G so I got the suburban
I told em’ just go put the curtains on it
All I know is get the money nigga
I’m shmurda dancing to them hundreds nigga
Every verse is like a bundle nigga
I can’t see you my vision on tunnel nigga
When the white on the cake that’s a funnel nigga
Your foot right out of place in the jungle nigga
I cannot take being humble nigga
I will not let the empire crumble nigga
Remember back when it was dark days
It was block lines for that hard yey’
That was all that we knew to keep the squad paid
But the jealousy made niggas part ways
I block em with Louis Vuitton shades
Now I got groupies my mom’s age
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She losing her bra when the roof on the car raise

[Bridge]
(She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise)
(She sucking that dick when the roof on the car raise)

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Outro]
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise

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Terintino – Ball On You Feat. Lil Yachty

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

[Verse 1]
I just found out they hating
My car metalled up, I’m skating
In New York at aces
Al this green I’m races
Bitch I got them faces
Louis Vuitton suitcases
Getting massaged by Asians
I fucked that bitch and she is taken
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Got [?] heater on me I dear you to run up
Like Weezy [?] Imma grind till the sun up
In the car 300 hundred on the dash doing donuts

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

[Verse 2]
Do you want to fuck me or nah
Answer prolly yeah
Six strippers in my house
Money all in the air
I could tell she want to fuck me cuz she playing all in my hair
And I just ran through a hundred stacks
My nigga it’s just not fair
Remember we young, black, rich nigga gang
Out here ain’t playing
Lil boat, lil tug boat
9 pounds but it still bang bang
And this is still disrespect gang
[?] like I’m Rick James
Finna drink that G [?] red
That shit gon look like a fire flame

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

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Joel Adams – Die For You

[Verse 1]
I wish I was a movie star
That ain’t happening
I wish I’d drive a fancy car (no)
Well I’d fly to New York City
But my plane could never get that far
‘Cause my life ain’t what I thought it was
Said you like all the fancy things
Diamonds, Pearls, and Louis Vuitton
But my package just ain’t that big (no)
Spent all my life-time running
But I still haven’t got that far

[Chorus]
For you I ain’t giving up
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

[Verse 2]
You think you got the best of me
Yeah well you’re probably right
But you ain’t seen the rest of me (no)
Spent all my life-time running
But I still haven’t got that far

[Chorus]
For you I ain’t giving up
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

[Bridge]
‘Cause maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I wrote in all down in a song
You say what you like, I say what I want
You give me a list that goes on and on
But everytime you walk out that door
You got me thinking, baby now I want you even more
So say what you like, I’ll say what I want
I need somebody to save me

[Chorus]
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
‘Cause baby I’d
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, and I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

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Dave East – No Hook (feat. G Herbo & Don Q)

[Verse 1: Don Q]
I ain’t with the favors
I got guala to make
I’m ’bout a dollar nigga
Nothing on my collar is fake
I set the city on fire, before dropping the tape
Everything count, I even played the block with the shake

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Bottles of Ace
I’m thinking imagine if I was born rich
I’d had on baby Louis Vuitton kicks
My daughter got ’em
Got dollars to make your mom strip
The FED’s on me now every monday the car switch

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Thousand dollar stash
Hit the AC, but car shift
That’s just for the gas, yeah the 40 on my arm still
I had 40 cash like the year before my prom year
Stuffing clips downwards in my jeans
Cause my mom’s near

[Verse 4: Don Q]
Oh yeah, the lion out the cage in rare form
Trap till the tan gone
Celly cell, we was hands on
Remember buying wet work, bagging up with the fan on
We was just tryna make move enough to make a sandstorm
I plan on buying my mother coupes in a month or two
Coming through in a Hummer new wintertime but it’s summer blue
Woo, the teachers said I wouldn’t be shit
You know the crazy part about it I believed it

[Verse 5: G Herbo]
I was in the trenches, kicks red but I wasn’t bleeding
Playing life or death with my niggas I ain’t leave ’em
Couple show they heart wasn’t right but I ain’t need them
Can’t say I ain’t loyal, can’t say I ain’t feed ’em
Wolf against the sheep, gon’ either kill ’em or gon’ breed ’em
One thing ’bout them shots, you give ’em out and you receive ’em
Don’t leave out the house, if you without know you need it
Think you only going around the block gon’ be the reason

[Verse 6: Dave East]
I was popping blue devils, Coach K ain’t recruit me
I skipped right to Balmain ain’t copped too many nudies
Ten cars outside, and they all foreign
Took a Gem Star, went to school like y’all don’t wanted
I was Bishop in the hall when he pressed Q
Balenciagas sweatsuits, too many losses they won’t respect you
Money get low, watch how quick them bitches neglect you
He paid 38 for a brick, it felt special
But a nigga like me, I don’t know no other
Pillow cases with the horses match the Polo covers
The Aston Martin was the same color as cocoa butter
Pack on me by myself, I was a dolo pumper

[Verse 7: G Herbo, Dave East & Don Q ]
16, we stopped the competing and sold it in bundles
Money coming out of question who a 100 and humble
We dumping and rumble not the one to compare with these niggas
Fendi monster, my jacket looking like it’s staring at niggas
And my shoes Fendi, Mike Amiri denim, my jewels drippy
Cuban link with a few diamonds changes of cool 60
Brought my tour for 2 60, gotta front me 2 60
Just for us to start the promo
Before we even choose city
Off white jacket back block, I got your boo with me
Def Jam gave me a million already blew a 50
Too; grippy, my mood switchy don’t move silly
I cruise Bentley, foreign only, I got too picky
It’s survival of the fittest
Rental house ain’t tryin’ pitch it
I got powder for the sniffers
Just a rider on a mission

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Blac Youngsta – Ask For It

[Intro]
C-M-G
Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga!

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

[Verse 1]
Ass so fat like fat albert
[?]
I’mma rich nigga, got rich power
I don’t fuck wit them niggas, they sum real cowards
Them fuck niggas hate from the [?]
But they speak to me everytime they sip it
Them niggas’ baby mommas wanna meet me
But I don’t [?]
I chop the pussy like a rider
I chop the pussy like Bruce Lee
I just pulled up in that rari
In that bitch, only like 2 seats
She suck my dick in my toothpiece
I just left nut on my new seats
That lame nigga said he gon’ rob me
So I ride around with my [?]

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

[Verse 2]
Them niggas can’t stand my guts
Say he gon’ shoot my tour bus up
Say he gon’ kill everybody in it
Go ahead lil’ nigga, try yo’ luck
That big booty fatter than truck
That bitch quack quack like a duck
I don’t trust that bitch, I don’t really love her, I just lied to the bitch as I fucked
I send the bitch to the [?]
I put that bitch on my dream team
I got the rari and things
I got the AR-15
That lil’ bitch is grown and sexy
But she suck my dick like she 16
Said that bitch look like a queen
I’mma toss her wit the whole team

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

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PnB Rock – IDK (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I heard a couple niggas tryna line me
It ain’t hard to find me
I got a couple killers right behind me
And if they catch a body, I swear I won’t tell nobody
I got Balmain on my body, diamonds dancing on my body
[?] cooler than your jeweler, Elliot Avianne
She wanna fuck while my song play
I wanna know why they salty
I had to get it the hard way
Yeah nigga that’s what they all say
I had to give up on college
I would’ve been trapping in hallways
I’m ballin’, you know you can’t stop it
Crossover, get ’em off me
I ain’t got time for this shit, I’m a monster at this, nigga I grind for this shit
I can’t just sleep with a bitch, you gotta watch who you hit, first get the drop on a bitch
Louis Vuitton on my hip, forty-five on my hip
PnB Rock with me nigga, you know we be fly as a bitch

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Everybody wanna know now, everybody wanna know how
How a young nigga came up, I’m supposed to be broke now
Coming through looking like I hit a lick
Dare you to try me cause I got that stick
Killing these haters, I’m making them sick
I just bought some new Chanel for my bitch
Bands all in my pockets
I’m taking off like a rocket
I’m the plug, no socket
I need all my profits
I need all my checks
Bitches on me cause they know I’m next
She just sent a naked picture through the text
I don’t want the pussy, I just want the neck
All I know is flex, diamonds on my neck
I’m the fuckin’ best, nigga what’s the bet?
I just copped a new laser for this TEC
Treat you like a bitch, pussy you get wet
Cause I ain’t got time to be playin’ with y’all
You from where I’m from then you know that it’s hard
I swear I told y’all that I’m not a star
It’s still fuck the law and free all of my dogs

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Pnb Rock – IDK (I Don’t Know)

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I heard a couple niggas tryna line me
It ain’t hard to find me
I got a couple killers right behind me
And if they catch a body, I swear I won’t tell nobody
I got Balmain on my body, diamonds dancing on my body
[?] cooler than your jeweler, Elliot Avianne
She wanna fuck while my song play
I wanna know why they salty
I had to get it the hard way
Yeah nigga that’s what they all say
I had to give up on college
I would’ve been trapping in hallways
I’m ballin’, you know you can’t stop it
Crossover, get ’em off me
I ain’t got time for this shit, I’m a monster at this, nigga I grind for this shit
I can’t just sleep with a bitch, you gotta watch who you hit, first get the drop on a bitch
Louis Vuitton on my hip, forty-five on my hip
PnB Rock with me nigga, you know we be fly as a bitch

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Everybody wanna know now, everybody wanna know how
How a young nigga came up, I’m supposed to be broke now
Coming through looking like I hit a lick
Dare you to try me cause I got that stick
Killing these haters, I’m making them sick
I just bought some new Chanel for my bitch
Bands all in my pockets
I’m taking off like a rocket
I’m the plug, no socket
I need all my profits
I need all my checks
Bitches on me cause they know I’m next
She just sent a naked picture through the text
I don’t want the pussy, I just want the neck
All I know is flex, diamonds on my neck
I’m the fuckin’ best, nigga what’s the bet?
I just copped a new laser for this TEC
Treat you like a bitch, pussy you get wet
Cause I ain’t got time to be playin’ with y’all
You from where I’m from then you know that it’s hard
I swear I told y’all that I’m not a star
It’s still fuck the law and free all of my dogs

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

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The Weeknd – Six Feet Under (Starboy Album)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Ask around about her
She don’t get emotional
Kill off all her feelings
That’s why she ain’t approachable
She know her pussy got a fanbase
A couple niggas with a suitcase
Suit and tie niggas who play roleplay
When it comes to money she play no games

[Pre-Hook: The Weeknd]
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make them leave their family
She trying to live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain’t got time for lovin’
Louis Vuitton her husband
She rather die in lusting
She rather die in the club, till she

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
You know how she get down, pop her for a check now
Six feet under, six
Six feet under
Six feet under, six
Six feet under
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
She don’t depend on anybody
Know just what to do with her own body
Counting all that money like a hobby
She don’t give a fuck about nobody
And she got her whole crew poppin’
And she bend it over like she got no back bone
Got a couple niggas blinging up a trap phone
She don’t need nobody waiting back home, she got it

[Pre-Hook: The Weeknd]
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make them leave their family
She trying to live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain’t got time for lovin’
Louis Vuitton her husband
She rather die in lusting
She rather die in the club, till she

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
You know how she get down, pop her for a check now
Six feet under, six
Six feet under
Six feet under, six
Six feet under
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around
Gonna turn that ass around
Oh murder, oh murder
Gonna turn that ass around
Oh murder, oh murder

[Bridge: The Weeknd]
Real love’s hard to find
So she don’t waste her time
So she don’t waste her time, oooh
You ain’t gon’ catch her crying
She ain’t gon’ lose her mind
She ain’t gon’ lose her mind
Till she..

[Outro: Future & The Weeknd]
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper (Till she)
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper (Till she)
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

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RiFF RaFF – Stay Away From You (feat. Jimmy Wopo) (Balloween Album) letras

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Blueberry lean, hit the ceiling fan
I pull up in lamb and the seats candy tan
Check out my sedan
Check my checking and you might get chin checked
Checkers on my heels cause they Louis Vuitton
Filet mignon in Hong Kong
Even if you do me wrong
I still wish you blessings
God bless the adolescence with indigestion
My fifth doing curls
[?] doing bench presses
Who is the bestest
I pull up on the scene

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you

[Verse 2: Jimmy Wopo]
We all in the kitchen [?] go and help yourself
Whipping in the kitchen think I gave [?]
Fucking with that water, I swimming Michael Phelps
Always [?] still my niggas [?]
[?] I’m at the free throw like Shaquille
That my bitch she from Brazille, all the dope boys [?]
No I don’t want a will, I take all my shit to Hell
No I don’t want a pill, I take all my shit to [?]
[?] delicious, I’m popping the perc [?]
The hollows [?] nutricious
I’m smoking on that futuristic
Oh I can’t stay on my pivot
I’m leaning on Scottie, I’m Pippen
I score in addition like [?]
I am a dog with the frisbee

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you