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Blac Chyna Grabs Attention After Snippet Of New Song Surface


Blac Chyna is getting some attention not for her famous ass-ets, but for her vocals.

A snippet of a new song surfaced online on Monday and it left much to the imagination. Blac Chyna has been rumored to be working on her musical career for the past couple of months. During the summer she announced that she is launching a rap career and wants to be the next Nicki Minaj. There were also some reports that some major labels have been quoting her, but there are no official reports yet on if she signed any record deals.

The snippet of the song that surfaced is from a song produced by Mally Mall and Chyna can be heard singing the hook. “Pop that pu**y like a pistol,” she sings. Blac Chyna is reportedly getting some assistance from Tory Lanez, Swae Lee, and Yo Gotti to work on her debut album, but so far we’ve yet to get her debut single.

Blac Chyna made headlines last weekend when she was spotted out with rapper Playboi Carti. The two are rumored to be dating and was even spotted at ComplexCon holding hands. Listen to a preview of Blac Chyna debut single below and leave your feedback in the comments.

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Blac Chyna and Playboi Carti Dating, Couple Up On SnapChat


Blac Chyna and Playboi Carti are reportedly dating.

Chyna and Playboi fuel dating rumors when they both posted videos of themselves together on their SnapChat. Chyna first raised some eyebrows when she posted on SnapChat “Keep my name out ya mouth.” Her followers were wondering who was she throwing shots at. Some folks thought that she referencing Kim Kardashian who did an interview with Jennifer Lawrence on Jimmy Kimmel Live. Lawrence asked her about Blac Chyna and she declined to comment.

Now we know that she was talking about Playboi Carti’s ex-girlfriend Rubi Rose. Chyna posted a Snap of herself driving her new Ferrari while the rapper ride in the passenger side. Carti then posted a snap of Chyna sitting in her sport car wearing his chain. Perhaps the two are just working on a new mixtape or just hanging out as friends. Nevertheless, Chyna is notorious with among young rappers so lets see where this goes.

#PressPlay: Chileee #PlayboiCarti and #BlacChyna are looking like they’re enjoying each others company ?? #BaeWatch

A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Nov 4, 2017 at 7:38am PDT

It didn’t take long for Rubi Rose to respond. “Sis how my a$$ taste,” the Instagram model wrote on her IG.

Well that didn’t take long ? #PlayboiCarti’s ex #RubiRose has a message for #BlacChyna ?? (See earlier post)

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Lil Uzi Vert – Sauce It Up (On TRL) (Live)

Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Goin’ dumb, ayy
Where you from, ayy
Throw it up, ayy
I’m one of the greatest to ever do it
Goin’ dumb (hey)
Goin’ nuts (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Lil Uzi Vert
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Going dumb (hey)
Going nuts! (hey)
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Everyday I’m ballin’, so you know I’m scorin’
My fish are imported, my pockets enormous
These niggas keep hatin’, this is their last warning
Met that girl last night, ooh, fucked her through the morning
Um, no no girl, I’m sorry, hangup girl don’t call me
No, no you will not get me caught up all up on Maury
Cash out, make it rain, no game, Atari
Ride me like a Harley, only boy in the party
I was on the phone, yeah with Playboi Carti
Commes des Garçon, hearts all on my cardi’
I was in a Lamb’, Carti he was in a ‘Rari
I’m gon’ keep on flexin’, if you don’t like it then I’m sorry (sorry)
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Okay, big guap chasin’
Big knot havin’
My money stackin’
This shit extravagant (woah)
This for all my niggas
The ones that be traffickin’
All my diamonds African
I might go and matte the Benz
I already had that bitch
Went and got a badder bitch
Persian rug, Alladin shit
Nice foreign hoe like a Latin bitch
I could serve you
Ayy, let me say it one time
Ayy, turn around, baby girl
Let me serve you
Woo, yeah I said that you wet like Squirtle
Yeah, walk around pigeon-toed, got the bird flu (brrr)
And you think you in love, don’t wanna hurt you (woah)
Man I think that I’m done, gotta swerve you
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
I’m so awesome
I’m so awesome
These niggas so mad it’s exhaustin’
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
Sauce it up (ooh)
Do too much (ooh)
Where you from? (ooh)
Throw it up (ooh)
Going nuts (ooh)
Going dumb (ooh)
Lil Uzi Vert

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New choppa – Playboi Carti feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Playboi Carti – New Choppa

New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
Actavist pouring up lean
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the bean
I shoot like a king versuri-lyrics.info
All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, I whip the hoe like I’m Ike
Stack up my cash I got height, take advantage of the Sprite
Take the bando bring the hype
We just go hard in the kitchen
Had a catch up with my b*tches
They know that young nigga be living.

Run it up, run it up, run it up
New chaaoppa, new chaaoppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the f*ck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New chaaoppa, new choaappa, new chaaoppa, new choaappa.

I roll up an L in the lobby
My partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks
Keep a chopper chop you if you try me b*tch
Let’s see who next on my homi’ list
Carti like, “Rocky you bodied this”, that’s my prerogative
S**t on them, that’s on my potty list
Accused of being boujee by a snobby b*tch
Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I’m special, that’s obvious
Rich ’cause my ideas run up the racks, for the most part
“I rap,” when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as f*ck, I’m a hundred up
Swipe, swipe, like I’m on a bus
It’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush.

Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppaaa, new choppa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the f*ck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa.
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Lil Uzi Vert – Sauce It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Goin’ dumb, ayy
Um
Where you from, ayy
Throw it up, ayy
I’m one of the greatest to ever do it
Goin’ dumb (hey)
Goin’ nuts (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Lil Uzi Vert
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Going dumb (hey)
Going nuts! (hey)

[Chorus]
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb

[Verse 1]
Everyday I’m ballin’, so you know I’m scorin’
My bitch so important, my pockets enormous
These niggas keep hatin’, this is their last warning
Met that girl last night, ooh, fucked her through the morning
Um, no no girl, I’m sorry, hangup girl don’t call me
No, no you will not get me caught up all up on Maury
Cash out, make it rain, no game, Atari
Ride me like a Harley, only boy in the party
I was on the phone, yeah with Playboi Carti
Commes des Garçon, hearts all on my cardi’
I was in a Lamb’, Carti he was in a ‘Rari
I’m gon’ keep on flexin’, if you don’t like me then I’m sorry (sorry)

[Chorus]
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb

[Verse 2]
Okay, big guap chasin’
Big knot havin’
My money stackin’
This shit extravagant (woah)
This for all my niggas
Them ones that be traffickin’
All my diamonds African
I might go and matte the Benz
I already had that bitch
Went and got a badder bitch
Persian rug, Aladdin shit
Nice foreign hoe like a latin bitch
I could serve you
Ayy, let me say it one time
Ayy, turn around, baby girl
Let me serve you
Woo, yeah I said that you wet like Squirtle
Yeah, walk around pigeon-toed, got the bird flu (brrr)
And you think you in love, don’t wanna hurt you (woah)
Man I think that I’m done, gotta swerve you

[Chorus]
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb

[Outro]
I’m so awesome
I’m so awesome
These niggas so bad it’s exhaustin’
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
Sauce it up (ooh)
Do too much (ooh)
Where you from? (ooh)
Throw it up (ooh)
Going nuts (ooh)
Going dumb (ooh)

[Outro]
Lil Uzi Vert

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A$AP Mob Album “Cozy Tapes Vol. 2” (Stream & Download)

A$AP Mob new album “Cozy Tapes Vol. 2” is now available for stream and download on iTunes/Apple Music.

It’s been a little less than a year since A$AP Mob released a mixtape dedicated to the late A$AP Yams titled Cozy Tapes, Vol. 1: Friends. The sequel to that project is now here and you can find appearances from every artist in the A$AP movement and much more. The 17-track project has guest appearances from some big names in hip hop including “Gucci Mane, Migos, Tyler The Creator, ScHoolboy Q, Lil Uzi Vert, Chief Keef, Travis Scott, Future, Frank Ocean, Playboi Carti, Rich The Kid, French Montana and 21 Savage.

That’s a star-studded lineup that includes A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, and A$AP Twelvyy. The project comprises of the previously released singles “Feels So Good” and “Raf.” Twelvyy also releases his highly anticipated debut album “12” earlier this month, so he has been very active in the studio. Rocky and Ferg also made a guest appearance on that project.

A$AP Mob is getting ready to hit the road for their “Too Cozy Tour” in an effort to further push the album. The trek starts on September 23 and you can expect Playboi Carti and Trap Lord to make guest appearances on a few of the dates. You can now stream and download A$AP Mob new album “Cozy Tapes Vol. 2” on iTunes/Apple Music below.

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Mad man – Asap Ferg feat. Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Asap Ferg – Mad man

Whatchu know man it’s A$AP, nigga
It’s ASAP nigga stop all that goofy s**t
Nigga, f*ck yo squad nigga.
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent 50k on the Rollie
Just brought that s**t and my b*tch broke it
She sayin’ she ain’t even notice
But her pus*y wet like the ocean
(Margiela, Mad Man!)
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I’m f*cking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad versuri-lyrics.info
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don’t care for no b*tch we just toss ’em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
There in your hood
Riding up to a bodega
Fergie ‘gone blow like Omega
This ain’t no game, ain’t no SEGA
Even though that beef old I don’t care
I will not f*ck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a b*tch sing like Aretha
I’m f*cking your b*tch when you eat her
You cuffing that b*tch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
(Margiela, mad..man!)

Yuh, yuh, yuhhh
Poppin’ these pills in my coupe
I’m on the roof, move like I’m Batman
Um, damn, what
Margiela madman
(Margiela, mad!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh ?
I’m stealing your hoe
Taking your hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the d*ck
She wanna suck on the d*ck, she wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this s**t
Give her to clique
Give em the clip
Get on your knees, pray for the d*ck
Pray for this s**t, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas
I got my hand on the trigger, I got my hand on her pus*y
All of these niggas they pus*y
He run away like a wuss
I got the paper like books
I can’t pull up b*tch I’m booked
Walked in that b*tch and the b*tches they looked
All of these niggas, these niggas they shook
29 hop on the tour, watch this lil boss while I make a lil call.

Nigga, f*ck yo squad
A$AP niggaaa.
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ASAP Mob – RAF (feat. A$AP Rocky, Playboi Carti, Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert & Frank Ocean)

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
I done came up (yuh)
Bustin’ down a whole bag (bag)
Broke nigga, step back (what)
Why don’t you peep a nigga’s swag (yuh)
You don’t even gotta ask (for what?)
What are those? What is that? (For y’all)
Please don’t touch my Raf (Please don’t touch my Raf)
Please don’t touch my Raf (what)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I’m racked up like rappers
I’m Raf’d up on camera
Get knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
It’s rare Raf when I wear Raf
Bare Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shares
Lil niggas still share Raf
Yeah and I’m drippin’ on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boastin’, never brag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Bought a Kris Van Assche
Alessandra Gucci glasses
W. Anderson collab
Yeah she pop it like a mac
Yeah she drop it on the bag
I’ma buy another bag
‘Cause she always bring it back
Yeah you know how to make it last
Plus a nigga keepin’ tabs
I’ma fly first class
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf Simons

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Do you know how much I’m spendin’? (Woo)
My closet it worth ’bout a milli (Yeah, yeah)
Took the lil’ bitch to the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen (Ooh)
Raf Simons (Aye)
All kind of crazy colors (Aye, aye)
Livin’ color (Colors)
Left wrist, Rollie butter (Ice)
Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela)
Momma told me never settle (Momma)
Raf Simons, don’t lace ’em (Raf)
Got your bitch wanna date him (Ooh)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Huh? Wait
Don’t want ’em talkin’ ’bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas be haters
They be hatin’, I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac, gon’ get that lawn
Ooh, right with my neighbors
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that bitch right, I’m with my Life Savers
Oooh, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Ooh, Raf in my basement
Yeah pass the gas
Bet you know that I’m gon’ face it
Wait, that’s the reason that they mad
‘Cause Lil Uzi, yeah he made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Yeah, got that Raf all in my basement
Yeah, fuck these bitches once I got patience
Yeah, fuck these bitches once ’cause I’m famous
Yeah, put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs
Ayy, makin’ them plays with my label
I get it, I count it, hundred on my table

[Verse 4: Frank Ocean]
Sterling silver lasers (yessir)
Rubies red,my skin too black to blush
This bitch too rare to bust
Seen her in the iPhone pages
This ain’t on the Gram, Wizard of OZ
Parka pockets full of mint leave
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Say cheese, see the porcelain
Xans and water, see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin’ on the.. floor, bitch
Flame thrower in it, in it
I’m torchin’ the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement, they glued
I’m two-point-five million a venue
And twenty-five hundred a tooth
I’m coatin’ my lungs in the muddy
I’m cold like I’m sick with the flu
I cover my face and I’m bloody
That Spring/Summer 2002
Two, two, two, two, yeah
Please don’t touch my Raf
Sleep Pendergrass, Teddy
Sleep with the Teddy
Quick with the hands, ready
Please don’t touch my bag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Shirt off, I’m cam ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don’t pop my tag

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RAF – Asap Mob feat. Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Asap Mob – RAF

I done came up (yuh)
Bustin’ down a whole bag (bag)
Broke nigga, step back (for what?)
Why don’t you peep a nigga’s swag (yuh)
You don’t even gotta ask (for what?)
What are those? What is that? (for y’all)
Please don’t touch my Raf.
Please don’t touch my Raf.

I’m racked up like rappers
I’m Raf’d up on camera
Get knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
It’s rare Raf when I wear Raf
Bare Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shares
Lil niggas still share Raf
Yeah and I’m drippin’ on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boastin’, never brag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Bought a Kris Van Assche
Alessandro Gucci glasses
J.W. Anderson collab
Yeah she pop it like a mac
Yeah she drop it on the bag
I’ma buy another bag
‘Cause she always bring it back
Yeah you know how to make it last
Plus a nigga keepin’ tabs
I’ma fly first class
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf.

Ho, don’t step on my Raf Simons
Ho, don’t step on my Raf Simons
Ho, don’t step on my Raf Simons
Do you know how much I’m spendin’?
My closet it worth ’bout a milli
Took the lil’ b***h out the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen
Raf Simons
All kind of crazy colors
Livin’ color
Left wrist, Rollie butters
Maison Margiela my sweater
Mama told me never settle
Raf Simons, don’t lace ’em
Got your b***h wanna date him.

Huh? What?
Don’t want ’em talkin’ ’bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas be haters (yah)
They be hatin’, I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac, gon’ get that lawn
Woo, right with my neighbors (yeah)
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that b***h right with my lightsaber
Woo, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Woo, Raf in my basement (yeah)
Yeah, pass the gas
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Bet you know that I’m gon’ face it
Wait, that’s the reason that they mad
‘Cause Lil Uzi, yeah, he made it, yeah
I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it, yeah
I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it, yeah
Got that Raf all in my basement, yeah
F**k your b***h once I got patience, yeah (yeah)
F**k your b***h once ’cause I’m famous, yeah
Put my side b***h in Marc Jacobs, ayy
Makin’ them plays with my label
I get it, I count it, hundred on my table.

Sterling silver lasers (yessir)
Rubies red, my skin too black to blush
This b***h too rare to bust
Seen her in the iPhone pages
This ain’t on the Gram, Wizard of OZ
Parka pockets full of mint leave
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Say cheese, see the porcelain
Xans and water, see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin’ on the.. floor, b***h
Flame thrower in it, in it
I’m torchin’ the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement, they glued
I’m two-point-five million a venue
And twenty-five hundred a tooth
I’m coatin’ my lungs in the muddy
I’m cold like I’m sick with the flu
I cover my face and I’m bloody
That Spring/Summer 2002
Two, two, two, two, yeah
Please don’t touch my Raf
Sleep Pendergrass, Teddy
Sleep with the Teddy
Quick with the hands, ready
Please don’t touch my bag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Shirt off, I’m cam ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don’t pop my taggg.

Asap Mob lyrics
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Playboi Carti Arrested For Assaulting His Girlfriend At LAX

Playboi Carti found himself behind bars on Thursday afternoon for allegedly assaulting his girlfriend at the LAX airport.

Sources say that the rapper and his girlfriend got into a heated argument inside the terminal. An eyewitness called the cops and reported the incident. TMZ reported that Carti grabbed his girlfriend by her backpack and shoved her inside a Uber after she allegedly slapped her. The rapper was arrested and charged with misdemeanor domestic battery. He has since posted a $20,000 bail on Friday.

According to the police report, Playboi Carti or his girlfriend didn’t have any visible marks from a fight and his girlfriend of 3 years was not arrested for the incident. She told cops that he started arguing with her because he wanted her to call her mom to check them in and she refused. She also claimed that he snatched the phone out her hand.

Playboi Carti is known for his hit song “Magnolia.”

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Lil Wayne – In Tune We Trust Lyrics

Lil Wayne – In Tune We Trust Lyrics

Lil Wayne brings us four new tracks including his “Magnolia Freestyle.” Since we still have no release date for Tha Carter V, Lil Wayne dropped four new songs for fans today to revel over until it might see the light of day.

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Take a listen to the four new tracks including Weezy’s take on Playboi Carti’s hit, “Magnolia” as well as a slew of features including Young Jeezy on “Firework” and Jay Jones, Hoody Baby as well as Euro.

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Woke up like this – Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Playboi Carti – Woke up like this

Know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar
I’ma rockstar, know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar.(woke up like this)

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
Woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me
Diamonds on me ice cream, hoe that’s lightly
My draco b*tch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
I heard these niggas wanna fight me
Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe B
We ain’t fighting, I think she like me, exciting, so exciting
f*ck me, Bentley coupe I’m riding with a thottie, f*ck
I just spent a 100 on my watch piece, f*ck
I done fell in love with a thottie, f*ck
She just wanna f*ck me for my clout, f*ck
b*tch I’m off the lean I crash the Audi, f*ck
Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck.

Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me.

Ohhh I think they like me, in my white tee
Ohhh no no no baby smoke so much dope need some Visine
These young nigga don’t like me, but act just like me
“f*cked all of your b*tches so they parties don’t invite me”
That b*tch that’s your wifey, she so trifflin’
I been getting money so don’t nothing really excite me
Carti poured a 6 in the 4 of the right lean
Damn that boy, ask her for some more like the Sprite clean
Yeah, that’s that dirty, that’s that dirty
That girl all up in my face like she ain’t tried to swerve me
These boys all up in my lane I swear they keep on merging
No I cannot see a lame ’cause my Rolls Royce got curtains.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh I think they like me, that she like me
The b*tch want to indict me, she can’t find me
I’m like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please
With my b*tch like to sip lean, oh versuri-lyrics.info
Xans, percs, molly, we got hella things
I’m in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
I’m in Bompton with Pirus and I don’t even bang
Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yo hoe that the gang
Shoutout GiGi that’s my boo, she know that I claim
Shootin’ at these niggas like I’m in the paint
Woke up like this.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like meee.
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