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Quando Rondo – Who Died Lyrics

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[Intro: Quando Rondo & Officer Coffey]
What set you from?
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60’s, huh
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
I’m this bitch with Dubba A
Nigga, we be steady flexin’, yeah
Don’t know me
Oh, no, no

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Verse]
They gon’ call the homicide
On a whole another level that I ain’t supposed to
How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
Timmy say don’t talk on them phones
I’ma put three holes on yo’ dome
Timmy run down the street wit’ a Glock in his hand
Like lil’ kid this is what I’m on
I was up in New York at the top of the bands
I was out, zipped up wit’ that chrome
Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
I’m steady tryna rip up the corner
Because they shot at yo’ lil’ brother
After that he went and posted a photo
And you don’t get no straight about it
Nigga told me you called his phone
Big 33 that Timmy covered, let’s go post up by the store
I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio’s
Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
My stick was talkin’ on the ‘Gram, you let off shots then make a post

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Outro]
If you love me or you love me not, I’ma be me
He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets
(This is the sound) Woah
Pussy ass nigga, hahaha
Tell that nigga, spin
I’m tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her
Haha, nigga I’m a savage
Broke ass nigga

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Florian Picasso Drops Hot New Radio Jam “Like You Do” Featuring Gashi and Ally Brooke

Florian Picasso is back and he’s ready to take over with his new single “Like You Do” featuring New York rapper Gashi and singer Ally Brooke (formerly of Fifth Harmony). “Like You Do” is a marked departure for Picasso as he leaves behind festival sounds for a more radio-friendly track that is equal parts pop, hip-hop and trap.

EDM fans will recognize Gashi from his many collabs with DJ Snake. Ally Brooke has also been making inroads as an EDM vocalist, most recently featuring on Afrojack’s “All Night.” “Like You Do” opens with Ally Brooke’s vocals as she sings lyrics to that one person who just gets her. Gashi comes in after that along with some trap drums and the song really gets going after that. Gashi’s blended rap-singing actually fits perfectly with the light trap production. It’s actually a very tender song; we’d all like someone we could say to “No one gets me like you do.”

Listen to Florian Picasso’s first release of 2020 “Like You Do” featuring Gashi and Ally Brooke out now on Universal.

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Joell Ortiz – Talk Dat Lyrics

Yaaaaooowaaaa!!

[Joell] I’m hearin’ New York back
[FTG] Yea, they say New York back?
[Joell] Ya I’m hearin’ that talk
[FTG] Ight Joell talk dat

[Joell] Black Polo tee 40 tucked where the horse at
If you was in my shoes you take ’em off where I walk at
{FTG] Caught dat? Tell ya wife to call a coroner
US citizen we still put four in her
[Joell] I just put more in the floor of my new corridor
Move birds fast hurry cane like Florida
[FTG] We still at the border the Trump wall wasn’t sent
Still movin’ clean water ta stamp safe for Flint
Shorty on me now but the scale is lit
Ironic how I get these buns afta I sell a bit
[Joell] They hella sick, I drive a whip you should neva tint
The R8 doors move on up like the Jeffersons
I know that gutta make ya chest wheezy
[FTG] If I knew what I knew now Joe I’d a did ’em greasy
[Joell] Hold up, ain’t ? like a ?wave grease?
[FTG] Yea these bums fry food in the same grease
[Joell] I just left Santorini we don’t do the same Greece
Y’all just sit around playin’ I be on plane seats

[FTG] New York rap
[Joell] Word, this New York rap?
[FTG] Yea I’m hearin’ that talk
[Joell] Ight Gordo talk dat

[FTG] Think I’m just bars leave you all wet?
I make it rain on stage like ? and ?
[Joell] Who’s the whip in that? Should I call Flex?
I deserve a new muscle car, I’ma hardcore vet

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Harry Styles – Kiwi

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)

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Sabrina Carpenter – Why (Acoustic)

You like New York city in the daytime
I like New York city in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don’t, I need it on
You like the light coming through the windows
I sleep late, so I just keep ’em all closed
You ignore the music on the radio
I don’t, I sing-a-long
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
Cold outside and you’re just in a t-shirt
I have cold blood even in a sweater
You start your night sippin’ by the kilo
I don’t, I know you know
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no (no no no)
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (we don’t even know)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know)
No no no no We like it in the daytime
(We don’t even know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know)
Somehow we end up on the same side
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
Somehow we end up on the same side (up on the same side)
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright (think that we’d be alright)
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
Funny how the stars crossed right ’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (oh)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know why)
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the nighttime

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Lolaasmiles Gets Dancehall Legend Beenie Man On New Track


Reggae star Lolaasmiles taps dancehall legend Beenie Man for her new single “Nuh Baddah.”

The song has been doing well since it was first released a years ago and now the single is seeing a resurgence. Lola thinks that the track will help further push her career in the reggae/dancehall space. “Nuh Baddah” was produced by New York based producer Stedley Reid. Her team is now heavily promoting the single and the extra promo has been working thus far.

“This song has a lot of potential, and with the plan I have in mind it will have a long-lasting effect worldwide,” Lolaasmiles said. “Beenie Man has always been an inspiration to me, and when I found out we had a mutual friend, I had to meet him in person. When we met, he liked my music and we spoke about collaborating and made it happen. It was a very humbling experience working with Beenie Man.”

The song is now available on YouTube and other major streaming services like iTunes/Apple Music and Google. It will be available on several other digital services in the coming weeks.

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Sabrina Carpenter – Why (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

You like New York city in the daytime
I like New York city in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don’t, I need it on
You like the light coming through the windows
I sleep late, so I just keep ’em all closed
You ignore the music on the radio
I don’t, I sing-a-long
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
Cold outside and you’re just in a t-shirt
I have cold blood even in a sweater
You start your night sippin’ by the kilo
I don’t, I know you know
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no (no no no)
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (we don’t even know)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know)
No no no no We like it in the daytime
(We don’t even know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know)
Somehow we end up on the same side
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
Somehow we end up on the same side (up on the same side)
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright (think that we’d be alright)
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
Funny how the stars crossed right ’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (oh)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know why)
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the nighttime

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MO – Roots lyrics

Below are the complete “Roots” lyrics by MO displayed. These lyrics were added 3 hours ago.

Roots lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh

[Verse 1]
You heard the news, sweet child
I slaughtered all them swans
I left it burnin’
Gone to New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
There was a [?]
And I was weak for a while
Never be as good as you so
I got a ride and
I hitchhiked for New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

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[Verse 2]
You heard the news, sweet child
The world is mad we are runnin’ wild
I’m gonna ride and
Get off at New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Refrain]
I [?] another way
[?] another way
We should stay [?]

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

[Outro]
Where will I dig my roots? (Oh)
Where will I dig my roots?

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M – Pop Music

Get up
Get down
Radio, video
Boogie with a suitcase
You’re livin’ in a disco
Forget about the rat race
Let’s do the milkshake
Sellin’ like a hotcake
Try some buy some
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
I wanna dedicate this
Pop pop shoo wop
Everybody made it

Shoobie doobie do wop
Infiltrate it
Pop pop shoo wop
Activate it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
Singing in the subway
Shuffle with a shoe shine
Fix me a Molotov
I’m on the headline
Wanna be a gun slinger
Don’t be a rock singer
Eenie meenie mynie moe
Tell me where you wanna go
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
Lyin’ in the tree [unverified]
Pop pop shoo wop
Eenee meenie
Shoobie doobie do wop
Pop pop shoo wop
You know what I mean
Hit it
Now you know what to say
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
All around the world
Wherever you are
Dance in the street
Anything you like
Do it in your car
In the middle of the night
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Dance in the super mart
Dig it in the fast lane
Listen to the countdown
They’re playin’ our song again
I can’t get jumping jack
I wanna hold, get back
Moonlight muzak
Knick knack patty whack
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
It’s all around you
Pop pop shoo wop
Gonna surround you
Shoobie doobie do wop
It’s all around
Pop pop shoo wop
Hit it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
Now listen, talk about
Pop pop pop pop musik

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Jadakiss – Professional Hood Shit Lyrics

[Verse]

Yo Kiss of Death, letting the semi ring
You know they say if you don’t stand for nothing
You’ll fall for anything
Preferably I’d rather hustle than do stick ups
Call me, your number’s blocked, I ain’t gon’ pick up
This is much more than you seeing
And you touch more when you ringing
I’m in a four door european
Still going through the nonsense y’all
Listening to niggas bullshitting on the conference call
Till you leave them with open flesh
My base got the fiends damn near
Smoking they self to death
You can feel it inside you heart
My life is a double edged sword
And both sides are sharp
It’s facts in the talk
I’m the only nigga right now
That can bring the game back to New York
And I don’t wanna hear jack
You got a gun? Where it at?
Coupe is the same color as the nine-five Air Max
Yeah I’m a gentle boss that’ll send you back to heaven
Make a nigga dental floss with the Mac-11
In front of the store, breaking down on a crate
I’m working out now and not eating after eight
Let ’em know I’m a monster right now
And the empire’s about to be conquered right now
And all you gon’ hear about is Yonkers right now
And I own a couple pair of shoes…
Yeah but I’m the don of Nike Town
The haze is purple, the diesel is sour
It’s a shame that most people evil with power
But the key to surviving, dog, is logic
And it’s a lot riding on this project
All I know is death is coming nigga
And getting money is the object

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Sabrina Carpenter – Why

You like New York city in the daytime
I like New York city in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don’t, I need it on
You like the light coming through the windows
I sleep late, so I just keep ’em all closed
You ignore the music on the radio
I don’t, I sing-a-long
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
Cold outside and you’re just in a t-shirt
I have cold blood even in a sweater
You start your night sippin’ by the kilo
I don’t, I know you know
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no (no no no)
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (we don’t even know)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know)
No no no no We like it in the daytime
(We don’t even know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know)
Somehow we end up on the same side
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
Somehow we end up on the same side (up on the same side)
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright (think that we’d be alright)
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
Funny how the stars crossed right ’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (oh)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know why)
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the nighttime

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Kodak Black Announces Fall Tour Dates For ‘Project Baby’ Tour

Kodak Black is heading on tour this fall for his “Project Baby” tour.

The South Florida rapper revealed that dates for the tour on his personal website last night. So far he announced 16 tour dates across the United States starting on October 21 at the Shoreline Amphitheatre in Mountain View, CA and ends on December 20 at the Showbox SoDo in Seattle, WA. Additional dates may come later, but of the rapper can see him in action in major U.S. cities like Miami, Washington, D.C., New York, Houston, and more.

The tour will support his new mixtape “Project Baby 2” which was released last month. Earlier this year, Kodak Black postponed his tour due to his incarceration for probation violation. He has since ironed out those legal issues and was given the green light to go on tour by a judge.

Project Baby Tour Dates:

10/21 – Mountain View, CA @ Shoreline Amphitheatre
11/05 – Royal Oak, MI @ Royal Oak Music Festival
11/07 – Philadelphia, PA @ Electric Factory
11/10 – Lowell, MA @ Lowell Memorial Auditorium
11/12 – Washington, D.C. @ Echostage
11/14 – New Haven, CT @ College Street Music Hall
11/15 – New York, NY @ Playstation Theater
11/16 – Norfolk, VA @The NorVa
11/21 – Orlando, FL @ Venue 578
11/22 – Miami, FL @ RC Cola Plant
11/27 – Houston, TX @Warehouse Live
11/28 – Dallas, TX @ Bomb Factory
12/10 – Tempe, AZ @ Marquee Theatre
12/11 – San Diego, CA @ The Observatory
12/19 – Portland, OR @ Crystal Ballroom
12/ 20 – Seattle, WA @ Showbox SoDo

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DMX Is Sober and Packed On A Lot Of Weight Since Rehab

DMX is not only sober, he has packed on a ton of weight since going to rehab and it’s pretty evident in the video clip below.

The legendary rapper checked into rehab in August after copping a deal with to avoid house arrest. Seems it was the best thing that ever happened to him because not only is he sober, but he gained over 40 pounds according to sources. A TMZ photographer caught up with the DMX today while going to court and asked him about his weight gain and the status of his tax evasion case.

The photographer asked him if its true that he put on 40 lbs and how much does he weigh now. “I don’t know. you have a scale?” X responded jokingly. He was later asked what kind of diet he was on and he said he eats captain crunch cereal. The entire exchange with the paparazzo was hilarious, but it’s X’s health and image that everyone is zooming in on. Before going into rehab, he looked frail and overall not in his best shape. But now he looks a lot more energetic and upbeat. So you can conclude that rehab has been good to him and he should probably do more rehab to ensure that he stays off drugs.

DMX is reportedly clean and sober and has been that way for weeks now, according to sources close to the rapper. He also got a big break in court recently when a judge gave him the green light to travel this fall to other states for touring so he can make some money. There are some reports that he is having some financial troubles and is next to broke because he has been unable to leave the state of New York for touring or any other reasons. He also has child support cases to deal with in court which also put some strain on his finances.

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Ludacris – Vices

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Verse 1]
Pop a couple bottles
I took a couple shots
I done fucked a couple models
I done fucked a couple thots
But from Seattle to Atlanta
From Philly to the bay
The only loyal bitch I know
Is a bitch named Tanqueray
She gets me right everytime
Ain’t never no fussing or fighting
She said she’ll always be mine
Thats why I cuff her and wife her
Now thats through sickness and wealth
All the way ’til death do us part
Ever since I saw her on the shelf
I knew we’d always be together from the start
And she tell me when my cups half empty
I tell her when the bottles half full
And I can’t get enough so don’t tempt me
Sometimes she’s chased with redbull
Sometimes I have to re-up
‘Cause I want to be with her all the time
‘Cause everyone’s got vices
I just want to come clean with mine

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

(Verse 2)
Rolled a couple fat ones
I Passed around the dank
I smashed a couple bad ones
I smashed a couple skanks
From Cali to Carolina
New York to Tijuana
The only Mary I know is
A faithful hoe named marijuana
I be draped in all designer
Won’t can’t me in nothing less
Than a couple thousand dollars
Success will just make em swallow
Good sex will just make them holler
Good weed will just make it better
And ease the stress in my mind
As I continue to goin get this cheddar
Better roll it, lick it and then light it
Puff puff, pass that thing around
Everyday, I gets excited
‘Cause this here, came from the ground
And it was put, on the earth to smoke it
I can’t think, of a better time
To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it
‘Cause I know I can’t decline

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Outro]
Worry about your own fucking life x4
Stay the fuck out of mine x4
I’m aight bitch…

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Ludacris – Vices lyrics

Below are the complete “Vices” lyrics by Ludacris displayed. These lyrics were added 2 hours ago.

Vices lyrics

Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Verse 1]
Pop a couple bottles
I took a couple shots
I done f*cked a couple models
I done f*cked a couple thots
But from Seattle to Atlanta
From Philly to the bay
The only loyal bitch I know
Is a bitch named Tanqueray
She gets me right everytime
Ain’t never no fussing or fighting
She said she’ll always be mine
Thats why I cuff her and wife her
Now thats through sickness and wealth
All the way ’til death do us part
Ever since I saw her on the shelf
I knew we’d always be together from the start
And she tell me when my cups half empty
I tell her when the bottles half full
And I can’t get enough so don’t tempt me
Sometimes she’s chased with redbull
Sometimes I have to re-up
‘Cause I want to be with her all the time
‘Cause everyone’s got vices
I just want to come clean with mine

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

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(Verse 2)
Rolled a couple fat ones
I Passed around the dank
I smashed a couple bad ones
I smashed a couple skanks
From Cali to Carolina
New York to Tijuana
The only Mary I know is
A faithful hoe named marijuana
I be draped in all designer
Won’t can’t me in nothing less
Than a couple thousand dollars
Success will just make em swallow
Good sex will just make them holler
Good weed will just make it better
And ease the stress in my mind
As I continue to goin get this cheddar
Better roll it, lick it and then light it
Puff puff, pass that thing around
Everyday, I gets excited
‘Cause this here, came from the ground
And it was put, on the earth to smoke it
I can’t think, of a better time
To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it
‘Cause I know I can’t decline

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Outro]
Worry about your own f*cking life x4
Stay the f*ck out of mine x4
I’m aight bitch…

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Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

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Dawsin s breek – Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – Dawsin s breek

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
I got a brand new coupe,
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park,
I put that b*tch in park.(dawsin s breek)

Brrrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you h**s
Brrrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new h**s
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my b*tch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that b*tch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that b*tch in park.

Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My b*tch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
Versuri-lyrics.info
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in parkkk.(dawsin s breek)
Ty Dolla Sign lyrics
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Cardi B Blast Her Haters Who Calling Her One-Hit Wonder

Cardi B is letting her haters know that she is still winning and not a one-hit wonder.

To be fair to the New York rapper, her breakout single “Bodak Yellow” is currently at number two on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and could very well make it to number one. If that is not winning then what else does she have to do to earn more respect. Some fans are saying that she needs another hit to prove herself. In a post on Instagram, Cardi B let the haters know that she is coming from nothing so that in itself is winning.

“Coming from nothing isn’t winning, doing everything they said I couldn’t because of my stripper past isn’t winning, taking care of my family isn’t winning, reaching the top of the billboard charts when everybody said NO isn’t winning?” she wrote. “If this ain’t winning sis you tell me what is!! I know you must be so busy and overbooked that finding the time to give me “advice” was hard!! But I talk to Christ and my mother everyday and I don’t need it!!”

Some folks then responded saying that being busy doesn’t mean that your winning, while others think that she has to prove that she is not another one-hit wonder. Are some fans being too critical of Cardi B and should give her props where its due, in particular for scoring one of the biggest rap songs this year.

Coming from nothing isn't winning, doing everything they said I couldn't because of my stripper past isn't winning, taking care of my family isn't winning, reaching the top of the billboard charts when everybody said NO isn't winning??? If this ain't winning sis you tell me what is!! I know you must be so busy and overbooked that finding the time to give me "advice" was hard!! But I talk to Christ and my mother everyday and I don't need it!!

A post shared by Cardi B Official IG (@iamcardib) on Sep 8, 2017 at 8:14am PDT

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Quavo – Stars In The Ceiling

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Hook]
Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)
Yea, my palms itchin’ (cash)
Real grown, ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)
I’m not arguing with no bitches, I ain’t in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)
Bet I hurt they feelings (skrt)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it [huh] (wush)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin’ wush)
I can’t tell my business cause you snitchin’ (nooo)
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings

[Verse 1]
Puttin rich niggas’ outta business (talk to ’em)
Told that fuck nigga’ mind they business (hold on, yea)
50K, Momma at the dentist (Momma)
Criminal pack my niggas got that sentence
Think I’m from New York, I got pigeons (brrrrr)
Walkin with that torch, I got decisions (flash)
Keys like Scott Storch, but I like to dish ’em
Runnin’ the point like I’m Fisher, shoot with the missile (skrt, skrt)
Don’t come to the trap unannounced, pull up with the whistle
I’m fucking that bitch by the mouth, no you shouldn’t kiss her
They pullin’ up right at yo’ house
So you shouldn’t diss ’em (brrt)
It’s sad to say these niggas controlled by the system (haha)

[Bridge]
I’m from a place where my wings gon’ fly
I got the bags, which one you wanna buy? (buy)
I put ’em in yo’ tongue yea, I put you on the road yea (yea)

When you get them pies, just please drive slow
When you got them pies, you can’t let nobody know
When you get them pies off, you ball like cantaloupe
When you get them pies, you can’t go out like no hoe

This that dope, buying all the dranks’ at the store (drink)
Beatin up the pot sajamo
I got more water than a boat
I’m so geeked up, I can’t feel my four
She only want the drugs for her nose

I am…(You what?)
I am the huncho boss
I wil…(Do what?)
Take one, take one off

[Hook]
Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)
Yea my palms itchin’, (cash)
Real grown ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)
I’m not arguing with no bitches, I ain’t in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)
Bet I hurt they feelings (skrt)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it [huh] (wush)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin’ wush)
I can’t tell my business cause you snitchin’ (nooo)
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings

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Temperature – Devvon Terrell lyrics

Lyrics Devvon Terrell – Temperature

Please stop texting me at 3 in the morning
Shawty if you next to me
Got to get up in the morning
f*ck how I’m feeling now
Cause you got in my mind yea
I was just chillen but now you got me
On your time yea
You don’t got to worry about loving me
Do this s**t right here no repercussions (yea)
All I want to hear is that you on your way
Hope in that lyft or Uber come right now
Damn it’s still 3 in the morning
We in LA everything closing
At 2 in the morning
All out of options so you are my options
So slide thru
I just want to be inside you
These are the words of a side dude
I don’t get caught up on titles
I’ll rather sit back be idol
I need you just the way you need me
I can be your in between talking about
A sometimes times kind of lover
When he texting you girl I don’t notice
Put it on silent so I can focus
We can even put on vibrate yet
Set your Alarm for work in the am.(temperature)

It’s so hard to say Goodbye
Cause yesterday oh yea
Cause you was iffy in your feelings (yea)
I’m sick of playing these games
So I’m checking your temperature.

Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know
Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know.

Tell me what’s good baby I’m right here
Tryna feel you out but you still not clear
When you leave me out here I go
So cold don’t know how much
You take me out the zone
Or you be f*cking with me
Slow texting me wonder if you
Playing with me
Are you hot or you cold
Or am I warm yea
Getting closer to you shorty
Right now yea
Giving me the runaround yea
Stop driving round in circles
Like I said hop in that Lyft or Uber
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It’s later than 3 in the morning now
If this was New York sun will be up
And that just kills my vibe
We in LA so we got us more time
So slide thru
I just want to be inside you
These are the words of a side dude
I don’t get caught up on titles
I’ll rather sit back and be idol
I need you just the way you need me
I can be your inbetween talking about
A sometimes times kind of lover

It’s so hard to say Goodbye
Cause yesterday oh yea
Cause you was iffy in your feelings (yea)
Sick of playing these games
So I’m checking your temperature.

Oh na na na na na na na na
Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know.

Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me knowww.
Devvon Terrell lyrics
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Khago Refuses To Evacuate Florida Home Amidst Hurricane Irma

Dancehall star Khago has refused to evacuate his South Florida home amidst hurricane Irma barreling down on the state.

Some 5 million people are under evacuation warning in the South Florida area with the powerful storm closing in. Millions have evacuated their homes but there are still some folks who are staying home to ride out the storm. Currently, the hurricane is fluctuating between a category 3 and 4 as it leaves the tip of Cuba barreling towards Florida. Khago, who lives in Jamaica for most of his life, says he is just not leaving.

“Mi cyah leave mi pickney dem, so let God’s will done,” Khago said. “If I drive to New York and the storm comes there, am I going to drive to Boston? Then if it comes there, am I going to drive to Maryland? We are at the starting point, so after us, it will go to other places.” The dancehall deejay says if he is leaving Florida, Jamaica is the only place that he would want to go, but no more flights are leaving out of the Sunshine state.

“I would love to drive out and go to someplace safe yes, but Jamaica mi would want to go, and no plane not flying,” the deejay added. The deejay says that he also take steps to protect his home and also helped some of his elderly neighbors get ready for the storm. Aside from riding out storms, Khago is currently working on some new music due in the coming weeks.

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Can t believe – Kranium feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Kranium – Can t believe

When me touch down
Bed a bruk down
Inna late night, me and her locked down
Shift her draws to the side, ride the shotgun
Mhmmmm
Inna me dark glass, cut-off shorts, Clarks well clean…
Touch the road with mi bloodclaat team
See a gyal deh pon a corner a cry and a scream
You know say the boss haffi intervene
She say, her man nah give her the time
So, of course, you know say, me go give her the whine
Now she say how me is a one of a kind
And that’s how she became mine
And see it dehhh.(can t believe)

Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God.

She want a rich nigga, not a broke one
She a boss too, she get her own money
Slim thicky with her booty and she know a nigga love that s**t
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She got a man, oh well, I’m like so what?
What that nigga got to do with us?
When we’re lost in the moment
And I’m deep in your ocean
I bet he can’t believe that!

Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God.

Now the whole place a talk ’bout the youth from New York that give her the sparks
Inna me straight jeans pants and me Wallabee Clarks
The boy say, how me nuh inna him class?
True, him a give her all of the money in the world
Him never know say he woulda lose him girl to a regular youth
Weh a give her all the time, and plus she say, me well cute
And see it deh.

Him can t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God.

My gyal, come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Give me whine so, give me whine so
My gyal, come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Show me love, gyal, free your mind
Give me likkle whine and I’ma make you mine
Yup!
Pretty gyal, I’ll make you mine
I know you didn’t come alone, that’s why you’re really shy
Baby girl, come free your mind
Many love to give, I wanna hold you tight
Baby girl, I’ll hold you tight
I wanna squeeze, wanna tease, wanna please, wanna please
Baby girl, I want it one more time
Yuuup!

Him can t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from him, oh Goddd.
Kranium lyrics
Lyrics believe

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Chamillionaire – In The Trunk Lyrics

CHAMILLIONAIRE
In The Trunk Lyrics

[Intro]
This, is, the-the sound of revenge [repeat 2X]
You in the presence of the finest
Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets
Let’s give ’em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk)
At this point you should be turnin your speakers up
Turn your speakers up – Chamillionaire man!
Let it bump, it’s a southern thing
Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk)

[Verse 1]
I heard somebody say that the South ain’t got no lyricists
Well ‘bang bang’ at the game like everyone down here is pissed
You lookin for the truth then look no further, here it is
Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin this
They say Chamill is sick, click click, here’s a clip
‘Bang bang’ at the rap game to make your spirits lift
And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga’s dick
Who? You, you, you, and you nigga – pick a click
Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry
Got here, then I realized that ain’t nobody real but me
Okay, a couple niggaz but none of ’em real as me
Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree
I bet I’m actin like your favorite rapper isn’t me
Tell your second favorite whose the best and show ’em a picture of me
He’d have to take me out to prove that he’s as sick as me
So me verse me, the only battle that y’all gonna get to see
I’m plainly sayin what I’m sayin to make these haters mad
Perpetratin hatin ass, see me ridin candy slab
Disbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have?
I be losin count myself and I ain’t even that bad at math
That’s how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin wood
We reply to threats (how?) Nigga, I wish you would
You can keep on talking, but that’s only if you could
Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear ’em now? (No) Good!

[Chorus]
Ain’t runnin from a thang, cause I ain’t never been a punk
Drama ain’t a thang, cause I can bring it if they want
I’ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
You bout it wit’cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
What you tryin to drank, cause I’ma bout to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)

[Verse 2]
This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cup
Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results
This for the G’s, hate is what you see in the scope
Gauge gonna get sprayed like it’s Raid when you see him approach
Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine
You ain’t too smart but play the part like you a pantomime
But you don’t have a nine, I’ll show you I hammer mine
Time to make you do the Running Man like it’s Hammer Time
Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up
Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up
The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk
Now I’ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That’s what;s up
Money stack it up when they feel they have enough
Get the chips and add ’em up, then she givin that to us
Don’t put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut
Niggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut
A hater gettin cut, someone gon’ get hurt (hurt)
Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf)
(Houston, Texas) I’m the worst, ice looking like sherbert
Bouncin off my chest, you’re starin at it like a pervert
Mixtape god, don’t hate me, go to church first (why?)
Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts
Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!)
Diss me in your second and you won’t get to finish your third verse

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You in the presence of the finest
The game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front)
_Controversy Sells_, the industry givin ’em what they want (want)
See he ain’t gangsta as he say, that’s why they dress ’em up
Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt
Hoe act like she slow, don’t know that I’m rich
And ignore the handles missing from the do’s of my whip
But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick
(What you tell her?) You can “106 & Park” on my dick (on my dick)
Can’t speak about Texas and not mention me
Cause the world gon’ have to see the truth come out eventually
I’ll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z
934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree
We never marry a hoe, what I’ma marry you fo’
I’m too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough)
Grave dig a nigga, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow
Run, go get your city, come back and then I’ma bury your area code

[Chorus]

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Eminem; DMX; Obie Trice – Go To Sleep lyrics

I ain’t gonna eat, I ain’t gonna sleep
Ain’t gonna breathe ’til I see what I wanna see
And what I wanna see is you go to sleep in the dirt
Permanently, you just bein’ hurt, this ain’t gonna work

For me, it just wouldn’t be, sufficient enough
‘Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don’t ever see, either of us
Comin’ to terms, where we can agree

There ain’t gonna be, no reasonin’, speakin’ wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
So we gonna beef and keep on beefin’, unless
You’re gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh

And settle this face to face and you’re gonna see
A demon unleashed in me that you’ve never seen
And you’re gonna see this gangster pee on himself
I see you D-12 and thanks but me need no help

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don’t need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I’m seein’ you, me and you only
We never met but best believe you gon’ know me
When I’m this close, to see you exposed as phony

Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that’s what I thought, you’re pitiful
I’m rid of you, all of you, Ja, you’ll get it too!

Now go to sleep bitch
Die, motherfucker, die
Ugh, time’s up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?

And go to sleep bitch, what?
Die motherfucker die
Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah
(We got you niggaz, nervous)
Go to sleep bitch

On purpose, to hurt your focus, you’se not MC’s, you’se worthless
You’se not them G’s, you’se a circus, you’se no appeal
Please, you’se curtains, you use words, cool heard
Slurred in two thousand third

You’se purpin’, you’se no threat, who’s ya servin’?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth
Shady muthafucka, O. Trice’s birth

And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse

And as I breathe and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You’se not the streets, you’se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before two’s choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that’s the debt

Now go to sleep bitch
Die, motherfucker, die
Ugh, time’s up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?

And go to sleep bitch, what?
Die motherfucker die
Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah
(Hey dog, I’ma walk like a beast)
Go to sleep bitch

Talk like the streets
I’ma stay blazin’ New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain’t sleet, what?

Peep how I’m moving, peep where I’m going
Shit don’t seep, then sleep not knowin’
But I’ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy going with the same one that started the fight

He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon’ bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it’s dog for life
Grand champ and my Blood Line is tight, what?
‘Cuz it’s all good, yeah, it’s all right, come on

Niggas tried to holla but couldn’t holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line and we can go track for track
Damn dog, why’d you have to do them niggas like that?

Now go to sleep bitch
Die, motherfucker, die
Ugh, time’s up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?

And go to sleep bitch, what?
Die motherfucker die
Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah
Go to sleep bitch

All you motherfuckers, take that
Here, take this too, bitch, uh, uh, uh, uh
We’re killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you
Fake ass gangsters, no more press, no more press!

Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay
In the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
Die nameless, bitch, die nameless, no more fame!
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let’s go

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Troy Ave – Cigar Smoke Lyrics (feat. King Sevin)

TROY AVE
Cigar Smoke Lyrics (feat. King Sevin)

Aha, just let the pain out
Uh, baby

When I’m in it she screams my name out
TROY AVE
Yeah bitch shit,
Brother, relax
I got his burning desire to be better than most
Probably the main reason I’m only come up like smokes
See me in magazines, model and flicking with smoke
But I keep the magazine, confusing that pretty G in your smoke
I’m not the one to provoke, I don’t make sense, I just reach
Cause giving the word ’bout my moms,
Still I took to the streets,
With heart beats get your hand, the main focus is balling
How many gamble with life and every time I was owning
My style was never determined by my . and source
Fly since dollar wise, we catch up with high source
I used to cut my wings up then I f*ck my dreams up
And when I feel?? still cutting wing cup
Bird ass nigga you know relation
I cannot in the city you ever . taking
Unless can teams playing, you’re my . call about the bum
But you ain’t really mean it, you just mad, cause you drop forty on Brooklyn I’ve seen it
I felt the same way inside got about my feelings,
You had this slang yey, don’t sleep . when the lose still struggle
Making love on use the office is still at the bunch
. for my hustle, I could f*ck this

Just let the pain out
When I’m in it, she screams my name out
TROY AVE
Yeah this beat shit, brother

Ayo, this my New York life,
Forget the money underneath the city lights
I put food on that table, every mother*cking night
They say you’re living fast you picture die slow
It don’t matter where you get it in, bop like casco
Ain’t taking no losses, I creep on them blocks slow,
Every type of certain movement, I’m letting the shot gun
At this fake real niggas I don’t play it fair,
Cause they been near since before I have . here
I ride through and all I get is . stares, let a nigga try
He gonna have to get his face with him, yeah
That’s how a nigga want it, ask me where I was looking like
I’ll tell you I can’t call you, no I ain’t living right
So I say my prays at morning, they get goal for this fly shit and nigga being .
End it for the morning, suck it free and stayin humble,
Why we’re in this . jungle, word up.

Just let the pain out
When I’m in it, she screams my name out
Be us be reckless, the future is here
Beat nigga I’m spitting . in your ear
You could verify with my rats, get stacking be clear
If only . cracks hell yeah
Don’t forgive about my women, they all find it on that
I only drink Chris style, for imperial wet,
No more freak ass hoes, that’s why the game is too sweet
We don’t . that close, we don’t do sounds beats
That ain’t New York, I restore . cause dick riding never been a form of transportation
That ain’t New York, I restore our identification,
Cause dick riding never been a form of transportation
Mother*ckers.

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Old Dominion – New York At Night

[Verse 1]
Girl you’re like a model on a Soho street
Walking on air like you own it
It’s like I’m sipping on a bottle in a penthouse suite
You’re lighting me up and I’m glowing

[Pre-Chorus]
With that just right Friday night curl in your hair
Got my heart beating louder than Madison Square
That electric energy
Something tells me you’re gonna keep me going til the morning light
Girl your like

[Chorus]
New York at night
(I ain’t gonna be sleeping)
New York at night
(Girl you got me feeling)
Empire high
That uptown something
Its got me coming alive
Baby you’re like
New York at night

[Verse 2]
A party ain’t a party girl til you walk in
Cause where you are is where everything happens
You could spin the globe and no matter where it lands
Kick your feet up and call it Manhattan

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re like a Tiffany mannequin down on 5th Avenue
Making every other woman wishing they could be you
That electric energy
Something tells me you’re gonna keep me going til the morning light
Girl your like

[Chorus]
New York at night
(I ain’t gonna be sleeping)
New York at night
(Girl you got me feeling)
Empire high
That Uptown something
Its got me coming alive
Baby you’re like
New York at night

Girl you’re like a model on a Soho street
Walking on air like you own it

[Chorus]
New York at night
(I ain’t gonna be sleeping)
New York at night
(Girl you got me feeling)
Empire high
That Uptown something
Its got me coming alive
Baby you’re like

[Chorus]
New York at night
(I ain’t gonna be sleeping)
New York at night
(Girl you got me feeling)
Empire high
That Uptown something
Its got me coming alive
Baby you’re like
New York at night

[Outro]
New York at night
Empire high

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Alkaline Visa Not Revoked Despite Foota Hype Claim

Alkaline visa was not revoked despite recent rumors claiming that the Vendetta deejay is currently without travel documents for the U.S.

The rumors started following Alkaline’s no show at the Ecips Music Festival in New York last week. The “Champion Boy” deejay blamed it on circumstances beyond his control, but sources told Dancehall HipHop that his and other artists no show was as a result of the promoter not paying the artists final deposits.

Some industry personalities like Foota Hype have since questioned the artist’s story saying that his absence was because of his visa getting revoked. A rep for the Vendetta leader told DHH that those rumors are lies and that the deejay will be performing in Atlanta this weekend. “Alkaline will be live in Atlanta this weekend don’t listen to all these bogus reports about visa revoked,” his rep said. “Some old boy (Foota Hype) no have no have nothing better to do than sit down on social media every day and a talk about the boss. That’s why them gal a give them bun because all them do a gossip.”

Last weekend Popcaan revealed that he didn’t get a visa in time to perform at the Red Bull Culture Clash in Atlanta.

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Lil Uzi Vert – How to Talk Lyrics

[Intro]
And you didn’t come here for me let’s talk about it
‘Cause if you would of came here for me that would of been planned
You would’ve put me on
You ain’t say oh I’m coming this I’m coming that
You tell me one thing and always do another
‘Cause let me know, ’cause you not a man of your word
That’s the reason why. So let’s talk about it
Oh, you come here for nothing
No, you came here for what?
You have no type of communication at all
So get up out my comments

[Hook]
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I’m gon’ ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or dont talk to me at all yeah
On the way one call yeah
Count it up and its all there
Water hittin’ look like small tears

[Verse 1]
Told her talk to me nice, talk to me nice
I say it once, I won’t say it twice
Okay might say it twice, because I’m kinda high
Even though I’m so evil, I still look at the sky
And I ask why

Why I treat her like my dog, yeah
We supposed to be all here
She got different color long hair
Pull up coupe two small chairs
Took That girl right in the club
Felt the booty and its all there
So smooth so its all nair
Heard she talk to a ball player (what?) its cool
Heard she talk to a ball player but you know I keep it all player
And I heard he ain’t a star player
I’m not worried I’m a heartbreaker
I’m in outer space on Mars faded
I’m not tryna make it R Rated
But my niggas look like Darth Vader

[Hook]
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I’m gon’ ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or dont talk to me at all yeah
On the way, one call yeah
Count it up and it’s all there
Water hittin’ look like small tears

[Verse 2]
I was in a dream, yeah I used to dream
I was all a dream
Now I’m in reality, don’t need those
It’s fantasy, what I see, sleep when I’m woke
Real ones can’t die, only multiply
I know something it ain’t right, how you put me to the side
When I called your phone, you said I was lying
How am I lying? I just pulled up to my show
I’m still on the grind
Heard you got a chauffeur (woo)
Talk to me nice, Talk to me nice
Heard she a doll when she [?]
Ride it like a bike, bust me like a Sprite
Load up the jet in New York tonight

[Hook]
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I’m gon’ ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or dont talk to me at all yeah
On the way, one call yeah
Count it up and it’s all there
Water hittin’ look like small tears

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Desiigner – Formula

[Chorus]
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, your bitch, she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula

[Verse]
You going think she has the formula
You going think a nigga ball wit’ her
All shots, keep it going with her
Trying the meals and meals and meals
Everytime I get a check, I’mma flex up on the jet
And bills and bills and bills
I’mma run it through a bear
Run into a building, trills and trills and trills
My bitch, coco (huh) and she loco
Kickin’ hard like a dojo (huh)
I’m bouncin’ hard like the pogo
Running hard when I go slow
She body hard when I go slow
We gon’ feel all night, have sex on cam, on the GoPro
Driving that broad in that new ‘Ghini
Got couple broads in burkinis
Head to the bar Suit fitting
[?]
Niggas talkin’ like they know about it
What the fuck is niggas gonna do to me?
Livin’ old, nothin’ new to me
In the club, niggas blew 50
I get the guala, I get that
I’m from New York, when you talk shit
Niggas run and put your shit back
Big Draco make your ribs crack
[Ripping puzzles like big shaq’s?]
Whippin’ pies into big checks
I’m that big McDonald nigga
I be stackin’ ends on a big Mac

[Chorus]
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula

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Desiigner – Formula Lyrics

Desiigner – Formula Lyrics

[Chorus]
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, your bitch, she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula

[Verse]
You going think she has the formula
You going think a nigga ball wit’ her
All shots, keep it going with her
Trying the meals and meals and meals
Everytime I get a check, I’mma flex up on the jet
And bills and bills and bills
I’mma run it through a bear
Run into a building, trills and trills and trills
My bitch, coco (huh) and she loco
Kickin’ hard like a dojo (huh)
I’m bouncin’ hard like the pogo
Running hard when I go slow
She body hard when I go slow
We gon’ feel all night, have sex on cam, on the GoPro
Driving that broad in that new ‘Ghini
Got couple broads in burkinis
Head to the bar Suit fitting
[?]
Niggas talkin’ like they know about it
What the fuck is niggas gonna do to me?
Livin’ old, nothin’ new to me
In the club, niggas blew 50
I get the guala, I get that
I’m from New York, when you talk shit
Niggas run and put your shit back
Big Draco make your ribs crack
[Ripping puzzles like big shaq’s?]
Whippin’ pies into big checks
I’m that big McDonald nigga
I be stackin’ ends on a big Mac

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[Chorus]
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula

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Desiigner – Formula Lyrics

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