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Rick Ross Showed Up At Meek Mill Rally In Philly


Rick Ross showed up at Meek Mill rally in Philadelphia on Monday to show his support.

The MMG boss has been weighing in on the controversial sentencing since last week and now he shared some more words with the fans in person at a massive rally in front of the Philadelphia’s Criminal Justice Center. Thousands of fans converged in front of the building on Monday night with plaque cards shouting “free Meek Mill.” Rick Ross got on the microphone to share his feelings about Meek’s case and the overall state of the criminal justice system.

“Philadelphia whats up its the boss Ricky Rozay,” Ross said before taking out his phone to read a statement he prepared during his flight to Philly. “I’m here to support my brother Meek Mill. I want y’all to understand that if it take Meek Mill to draw this attention, we gonna use Meek Mill to draw this attention that is gonna speak for so many others. I put together a few words during my flight because this is my first time doing this.”

Rick Ross had a massive crowd around him as he spoke in length about what has been a problem in America for decades with the mass incarceration of young black men. A couple other celebrities also showed up to the rally including some Philadelphia Eagles players like Wendell Smallwood, Torrey Smith, and Jalen Mills.

Rick Ross in Philly protesting the sentencing of Meek Mill pic.twitter.com/v7EW7oAsVw

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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – My Day One Lyrics

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – My Day One Lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Can’t nobody tell me shit about my day one
Day one ’til that day come
Who’d ever thought it’d be my day one
Can’t nobody tell me shit about my day one
Seen some shit that get you murked if you say some
It hurt to kill a nigga you love
And I know that she addicted to drugs
That’s why she giving it up
Gang members and dealers was who she hang with
Me and all my niggas was on that same shit
Fuck it, we was even fucking on the same bitch
But we ain’t never have no problems that was gang shit
All the promises we made ’bout how we can’t switch
I just wanted to be rich instead of famous
I was trapping with the niggas that I stayed with
Feds watching, we was ducking them cases
Black hoodie, just to cover my face up
Niggas be bitches, they switch up and try to make up

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[Chorus: A Boogie]
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Damn, homie
I thought you was my man, homie
What the fuck happened to you
I could’ve sworn you knew better
Held it down for a minute then you ended up telling
When it rains, yeah, it pours, better bring an umbrella
They don’t wanna see me winning, be so fake and so jealous
Way before I had the fame, I had Balmain and Margiela’s
I ain’t fucking with no rat, man, I ain’t eating no cheddar
Yeah, I swear I had your back, I was down whenever
Now it ain’t no looking back, nigga, it’s now or never
Yeah, it ain’t no looking back, nigga, it’s now or never
Now or never, now or never
Yeah, yeah
Now or never, now or never
Yeah, yeah

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[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
This ain’t what you want, just think about it, nigga, yeah, yeah
I’ma fuck around and catch a body, nigga, yeah, yeah
Niggas want me out of here, I gotta be aware, yeah
Bitches ain’t shit and I ain’t really understand that
Oh, she think she bad, Gucci bag, she like “yeah yeah”
Oh, she run it up, run it up, got them bands, yeah
Hanging around them bitches she was telling me she can’t stand
Fucking other niggas, even though she got a man, yeah
Now she know she wrong, she alone in the can, yeah
Got caught up with hammers in the crib and some Xans, yeah
They ain’t even care about a warrant, they just ran in
Everybody wanna know the word, asking questions
Everybody want to know the word about a dead man
Everybody wanna catch him slipping, he a dead man
Heard a nigga been telling them people what we said, yeah
Find out who he is and I’m gone leave that nigga laying there

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[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one

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Rick Ross Baby Mama Blast Rapper While Supporting Birdman


Rick Ross is once again getting called out publicly by his baby mama Tia Kemp.

While this is nothing new, this is certainly a statement that will capture Birdman‘s attention. Rozay has been hammering the Cash Money Records exec all week for not paying Lil Wayne the millions of dollars who owed him. Now Tia Kemp is calling out Rick Ross for not paying her child support and for not paying his lawyers.

“Couldn’t get you to call your son last month and wish him a happy birthday,” Kemp wrote. “But soon as you got the call about me appearing on love & hip hop Miami you hit my phone this morning. How bout you go call lil wills Orthodontist and Pay Dem People! His basketball tuition ain’t paid yet either, but u got Birdman [eggplant] in ya mouth! Don’t hit my line unless it’s about our Son! #paydemppl #stophating #imevolving oh dem lawyers need they [money] too! Pay dem people.”

Last month, Tia Kemp also went on another rant about Rick Ross new baby with fitness model Briana Camille. She revealed on the Gram that Rozay has not been in contact with the son that they shared and she has no idea why. Ross never responded to her claims even while hammering Birdman on social media.

As she promised, #TiaKemp has begun her #RickRoss drag session ? (view earlier post)

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Rick Ross Asks Birdman What Will It Take To Pay Lil Wayne


Rick Ross keeps his foot on Birdman’s neck in a new video where he asked the rap mogul to pay Lil Wayne.

Last week, Birdman went on an epic rant on Instagram Live cursing out his critics including Rick Ross while telling them to stop speaking on his feud with Lil Wayne. As we all know, the Cash Money honcho owes Weezy millions of dollars and has even shelved his last album Tha Carter V. While Wayne has not said anything since that rant, Rozay responded with one simple message, pay that man his money.

“Am riding with a couple homies we gonna go grab a bite to eat,” Rick Ross said. “It just ran across my mind like damn I wonder if Birdman paid that man [Lil Wayne] yet, pay that man. Pay that man that man sold a million the first week, god damn what that man got to do to get his money, what that man got to do for you to pay him. Sell 10 million in the first two days then you don’t pay the man, god damn that man let you sweet ni**as ride around for a very long time man. Go and get a loan and pay that man.”

Rick Ross posted a couple more clips of himself calling out Birdman for his reputation of not paying people he worked with. The MMG rapper even dared Birdman to come at him. “You know where am at I am about to get me some lemon pepper wings,” he said. During his rant, Birdman claimed that Lil Wayne is his son and he will make sure that he is straight because he took Wayne from nothing and made him into something. But according to Rozay, he used Weezy to make millions and then refused to pay the Young Money rapper what he is owed.

#rickross to #birdman pay that man his money

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#birdman have some things to get off his chest #lilwayne

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Rick Ross Responds To Birdman Epic Meltdown Over Lil Wayne Beef

Rick Ross has shared his reaction to Birdman’s epic meltdown on Instagram Live today over Lil Wayne’s beef.

Rozay was perhaps the main person who Birdman was speaking about in his expletive-laced rant. Basically he was telling the MMG Bawse not to speak on his business when he knows nothing about it. Last year, Rick Ross famously dissed the Cash Money Records honcho on an entire single “Idols Become Rivals.” Birdman never responded to the diss record at least not until now and Rozay thinks its too little too late.

“Boy, you a year late, and five years late paying that man his money,” Rick Ross said. “Pay that man his money. We know you ain’t right. Stop with the jokes, n***a. Bring that shit. Bring it. Have no fear. All that talkin’ sh*t, nuh-uh, all that shit don’t work round here baby. We’ll put you in check n***a, we’ll put you somewhere else.”

Birdman owes Lil Wayne millions and that was one of the topics of contention from Ross on his single “Idols Become Rivals.” Baby has made a name for himself not paying his artists and seems Lil Wayne has had enough and wants to leave Cash Money. He is also suing his longtime mentor and friend for $51 million. Rick Ross ended the video saying “Shut up and pay n***as” in reference to Lil Wayne. Let’s see if Baby will respond to this latest threat from Rozay and will he call his name just like the Bawse did. Maybe they can sit down and talk about this and resolve the issue like two grown men, but don’t hold your breath because it also means that Birdman will have to pay Weezy what he is owed.

Nevertheless, we all hope that this feud doesn’t get physical and stays on social media and in the music.

#rickross responds to #Birdman

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#birdman have some things to get off his chest #lilwayne

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Rick Ross Baby Mama Take Shots At Him Over New Baby

Rick Ross has a new baby girl with fitness model Briana Camille and his previous baby mama is throwing shots at him.

The MMG hip hop legend has a son with Tia Kemp and the two are currently locked in a child support battle. According to Kemp, Rick Ross doesn’t have a regular relationship with their son and she doesn’t know why. She claimed that he doesn’t visit him or even told him that he has a new baby sister. Nevertheless, she congratulates the new parent on their new bundle of joy.

“Congrats to them,” Tia Kemp said. “I just hope he treats the baby better than he treats my son.” She also blasted Rick Ross for not contacting their son on his 12th birthday this month and also his previous birthday. She claimed that their son now suffers from depression and anxiety because of whats going on with Rozay and have to be getting counseling.

“It hurts me to see my child hurt,” she told Bossip. “Can you imagine having a celeb father, and when he’s in town, he goes all these other places, but can’t come to one of your football games? It’s sad.”

Rick Ross gets criticized from fans on social media last week when he posted a video of his baby girl surrounded by stacks of cash. Some folks are saying that dirty money has no business being so close to a newborn. Tia Kemp echoed the same sentiments calling the move by Rozay tacky. “This is so ignorant on so many levels not to mention the filth & germs on the money he is laying up next to her skin,” one fan wrote on IG, while another fan added, “Where is this baby’s mother why did she allow this fool to put these dirty money so close to the toddler and even touching her skin, this is so upsetting and it’s not my baby.”

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#PressPlay: Looks like #RickRoss is making sure his baby girl is already set ?? #BrianaCamille

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FERGIE – Hungry lyrics

This special, biggest, global
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fergie]
To say it’s complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I’m a problem, that’s why everybody scared
Whatever doesn’t kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it ’til I’m full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I’m the illest

[Chorus: Fergie]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry, starving
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I’m just drippin’ sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith
I fuck up money like I’m Escobar
Ballin’, ballin’, Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin’ small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin’ with a boss
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic
Look over haters, tripling my assets
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie’s my queen, I’m the king, now come kiss on our rings

[Chorus: Fergie & Rick Ross]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry
El Chapo
Starving
Rinzel
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ferrari Fergie
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

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DJ Kay Slay – Wild One (feat. Rick Ross, 2 Chainz & Meet Sims)

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?
These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m captivatin’ the bitches, gold flow in my veins
In my Yeezy Adidas and I’m still running from fame
A lot of men to recover, a lot of money to gain
Double M in this bitch, like Troy Ave I’ma bang
Double park my Carrera, ever step, that’s an error
Go to war for dinero, you better get on my level
He lost his crib to the bank, while I’m swimming in dank
Lessons learned in life, nigga you give or you take
She swallowed me on the first, still a hundred a verse
[?] shells in the heat cause my last season was [?]
Pat Riley of rap, all my niggas got rings
Or at least a Ferrari, they need police on the scene

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?
These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I did it for the streets with my mama in mind
I had sex with a twin, had the other one crying
Our time is divine, I recline or retire
I ain’t tired of the grind, I’m just tired of you lying
Told my bitch "I got your back," tat my name on her spine
Got my hand on her ass, Givenchy’s on the gas
Got semis in the dash, I got a van full of ballers like a soccer dad
I just had to laugh
1-50 in reverse and I know not to crash
If I roll my own joints, then I’m not gon’ pass
I’m getting more paper, I need to get me more haters
I got things bling and this flavor, got this shit looking like Vegas

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?
These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
How you feel? I don’t give a fuck
Love to tell a bitch nigga no
Pussy nigga get it out the mud
Multi-platinum, think I’m going gold
Phone ringin’, put ’em on hold
Grinding, tryna keep it in road
Deal with shit that you’ll never know
By the rules, sticking to the code
Fast cars, status in the game
Got a reputation with the name
Passed the lane, I just want the change
Rappers lame, niggas want the fame
Get out of the way, bitches say I changed
Love the Range, that’ll probly change
Run upon me when you think I am slipping
Big shit gripper, I ain’t timid
[?]
You would think I’m talking [?]
Big bitch always giving mention
Feel a way to get it off your chest
G Shock watch tell the time
These blocks over here is mine
Crap in the barrel ass nigga
Grab at ya while you tryna climb

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?
These sticks, these stones be with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one

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9-24-7000 – Action Bronson feat. Rick Ross lyrics

Lyrics Action Bronson – 9-24-7000

S**t, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner
S**t, man, haha
Smooth, man
I’m a f*ckin’ smooth mover, ughhh.(9-24-7000)

Yo if I didn’t say it’s me you would probably think it’s Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Then I’m gripped up, hangin’ off my shoulder, f*ck the bullshit
November rain came the same day versuri-lyrics.info
My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13
Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
Come home and hit the pool hall
I’m fishbowlin’ new Impalas
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
It’s me, man.

I’m the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head
Wisdom from the old heads, you ain’t gettin’ no head
You ain’t gettin’ no bread, you ain’t gettin’ no shows
You ain’t gettin’ no dough, you ain’t gettin’ no h**s
Dawg I hit the best of ’em, mothaf*ck the rest of ’em
Well now I’m nestled in the Tesla eatin’ pretzels, haaa?
I should prolly put a wetsuit on
I’ll be right back..

Young Renzel, line two
Young A.B., I got this you dig?
Yeah, yo
M-M-M-Maybach Music
I love my rude b*tches, end up as new b*tches
Skippin’ school b*tches, cookin’ me food b*tches
All my niggas down, we lookin’ like Fu-Schnickens
Got a few tickets for b*tches who truly digged us
College dormitories, fill ’em with smooth lyrics
Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes
As I open my eyes, surprised by 7 figures
Baking soda required, decided drug dealin’
Residents is divided amongst the feds and the children
Let him keep totin’ drugs if he willin’ to plead guilty
The star state witness, they’ll hit you up for that selfie
Dro can only help me, Backwood and I’m healthy
I’m the label owner, I’m the only one can shelf me, biggest
MMMMaybach Music
Boss.

Why are we letting things on the outside of our physical penetrate our soul,
penetrate our nuanced wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay?
What really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain?
Can you or can’t you? Is free will a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will?
Seekin’ scripture, hahaaa.
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Fergie – M.I.L.F. $ Lyrics

Fergie – M.I.L.F. $ Lyrics

[Chorus]
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that MILF money
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money

[Verse 1]
Heard you in the mood for a little MILFshake
Welcome to the Dairy Dutchess Love Factory
I could whip it up, fix you up straight away
Come on in the front door, leaving at the back door
Whip it, flip it, hey

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Been working at your service to give it to ya
Didn’t mean to make you nervous, you motherfucker

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[Chorus]
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money

[Verse 2]
Me and the girls, up in the club
Hating-ass hoes, but I don’t give a fuck
Running amok, owning the spot
Buying the bar like I bought all these rocks
I been working all week, now where the hell is my drink?
Hair and nails is on fleek
All my girls on fleek

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause we I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
Do you know what that means?
Can’t see me
B-R-O-K-E? I’m P-A-I-D
You heard about me, I’m saying

[Chorus]
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that MILF money
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that MILF…

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[Bridge]
I’ve been whippin’ this up
I’ve been tippin’ this cup
I’ve been waiting my turn
I’ve been working so hard
Got my spirit turnt up
And I can’t stop now
I’ve been running so long
I been vibing so strong
I want it, I need it, I got it for real
I love it, real woman
I’ll feed you this meal
Hey mama, I did it, the top of the hill
Been a minute, don’t forget it, motherfucker I’m ill

[Breakdown]
Now lemme see you milfshake
(Lemme see you milfshake)
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
(Lemme see you milfshake)
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money

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[Outro]
Been working at your service to give it to ya
Didn’t mean to make you nervous
To give it to ya
You motherfucker

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A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Instrumental

A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Instrumental ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, French Montana, Dave East, A$AP Rocky & Busta Rhymes

 

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She On My Dick Remix

Lyrics to ‘She On My Dick Remix’ by Rick Ross:

–Intro: Bruno Mali–
Maybach Music
Slide, hoe, watch this
I’m drippin’ dressin’ on these hoes, nigga
Get your bitch, nigga
She gettin’ real friendly, nigga
Talk to these niggas

–Verse 1: Meek Mill–
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick
Shawty know she fuck me good and like she caught a lick
My daughters took that for the feds, went and bought a brick
Said welcome back, gave ’em some keys on some reporter shit, woah
Whippin’ the white, we might just ran through a brick in the night
Give ’em a price, Lord a number when he flip it twice
Still in the trap, bitch on her back while I’m out for a bite
I’m on some shit, these niggas ain’t lit, I give ’em a life, woah
She on my dick, she on my dick
Got that word, that pussy good now she on my list
Rose Patek, look like duck sauce on my wrist
Young nigga, Bentley trucks parked on my strip
Standin’ on the corner like I’m King Kong
And [?] stop with that .40, playin’ ding dong
And back and forth, ain’t no rappers like ping pong
She fuck Rozay, she on my dick, we sing the same song, woah

–Chorus: Rick Ross–
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She seen my moves, she on my dick (woo)
The richest nigga, yeah, she on my dick (woo)

–Verse 2: Young Dolph–
I used to torture, gave him back his life
He got it wrong if he think I’ma fight him
War cries on all on my lil’ homies homicidal
300 soldiers like I’m Leonidas
I flips them yams and gave my man a Merci
We pop them bottles every night like it’s our anniversary
Hot in Dade County, they gon’ try to stretch him
One APB and they’ll apply the pressure
I know them hot boys, she say I’m the coolest
That coolin’ kid’ll have that chopper coolin’
I took a 50k right to my jewler
Even though a nigga got it, I be actin’ Jewish
No Master P, they got me feelin’ foolish
She hold my dick, I let my gangster bitch hold down my toolie
Yeah, she got potential so I had to school her
I text her papi, he send me my moolah

–Chorus: Rick Ross–
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

–Verse 3: Bruno Mali–
I tried to spread the bitch but she on my dick
Told her jump up in this whip, come and drive a stick
I might buy a purse, I might pay her rent
She a all-star, first round draft pick
She call me at the gas station pumpin’ gas
I pulled up at the Chev, run up, drop off a couple bags
Fish tailin’ off the lot with somebody’s thot
When she met me, I was in a drop countin’ guap
Said she fantasize ’bout a real trap nigga
She on my dick so hard, she came before I put it in her
Ha, young, rich, black, trap nigga
With a fuckin’ 7 figures
A huncho on my wrist
Pull up in the whip with the shit and blow your bitch a kiss
All of this ice on me make it hard for you to miss
Every time you see me, look like I just hit a lick, woah

–Chorus: Rick Ross–
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

–Verse 4: Rick Ross–
Rims stackin’ on the rear, album of the year
If I want to see her, well then here come the lear
Clear the runway and double in [?]
The baddest bitches only ones that come to see us
Jewels every every day, I’m burnin’ loud (that’s me)
On the top floor and I’m the biggest earnin’ now (that’s me)
Shittin’ on these niggas, Tweet, see ’em in the streets
I’m only talkin’ money so we rarely speak
I got the bitch a buzz and she fell in love
Now she climbin’ out the deck, fuckin’ with a thug
Had my skully on when I fuck her in the tub
Dirty money, buy Chevys, only one I love
She love it how I’m livin’, such a wise decision
In the history books, never in my feelin’s
Pussy wet enough, I think I got her drippin’
Still on my lap, I could count a million

–Chorus: Rick Ross–
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

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Rick Ross Bows To Pressure Apologize For Misogynistic Remarks On Female Rappers

Rick Ross has stepped forward to apologize for some misogynistic comments about female rappers amidst growing criticism.

The Bawse gets very frank during an interview on The Breakfast Club this week while responding to a question about why he has yet to sign a female rapper to his label Maybach Music Group. Ross said that he will likely have sex with a female artist if he signs them to the label. The entire exchange was very funny but that didn’t take away from the misogynistic nature of the statement. A bunch of females in the entertainment world and some fans have been sounding off on social media against the rapper and now he has apologized.

“I want to address an insensitive comment I made on a very sensitive issue, especially in a minority dominated industry like hip-hop,” Rick Ross said in a statement posted on Facebook. “My entire empire’s backbone is led by 2 of the strongest people I know and they happen to be women, my mother and sister. The operations wouldn’t run without them and I have the highest regard and respect for women in this industry. I have a daughter myself, my most cherished gift in the world.”

“My comment is not reflection of my beliefs on the issue,” he continues. “A mistake I regret. I hope to use my mistake, my platform and the community to create positive discussion to implement change on a very important issue. respect for the ones who stand up to say hey that isn’t right. Now it’s time to accept responsibility and all do better.”

I want to address an insensitive comment I made on a very sensitive issue, especially in a minority dominated industry…

Posted by Rick Ross on Thursday, July 27, 2017

Rick Ross is currently looking to sign his first female rapper perhaps from his new reality show SIGNED on VH1. The MMG rapper, The-Dream, and Lenny S. are the three judges on the show where contestants gets a chance to show off their talent while embarking on a development process.

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Watch Rick Ross Auditioned Just Brittany On SIGNED

Rick Ross, The-Dream and Lenny S. are already having a lot of fun on their new show on VH1 SIGNED.

The new talent show will see the three men as the judge while they seek to sign and develop new artists in hip-hop and R&B. The show was premiered on Wednesday night on VH1 at 9 p.m. EST and will comprise of eight one-hour episodes based in Atlanta. On the first episode, the trio auditioned Houston singer/rapper Just Brittany. While she impressed them with her looks and flow, her hook didn’t grab their attention.

“We hate the hook but I like the flow,” The-Dream said while Rick Ross added, “You’re so beautiful for the eyes but your chorus I didn’t like, but what I did love was your voice… When I look into her eyes I see confidence got me hypnotized.”

Female rapper Jazz Anderson also auditioned on the first episode and unlike Just Brittany, she spit bars a capella. The artist who makes it past the development stage will have a chance to get sign to Maybach Music Group, Roc Nation, or Radio Killa Records.

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Rick Ross Gets Frank About Signing Female Rappers To MMG

Rick Ross is yet to sign a female rapper to Maybach Music Group and he gets frank in an interview on The Breakfast Club.

MMG is home to artists like Meek Mill, Wale, and Stalley, but there are no female artists on the label. The “Idols Become Rivals” rapper sat down for a candid interview with Charlamagne Tha God, DJ Envy, and Angela Yee where he opened up about a number of topics including the reasons why he hasn’t sign a female rapper and his new show on VH1 “Signed.”

“You know, I never did it because I always thought that I would end up f***ing the female rapper, f***ing the business up,” Rick Ross said. “I’m so focused on my business. I gotta be honest with you. You know, she looking good and I’m spending so much money on the photoshoots…I gotta f**k a couple times.” By that time all three hosts were laughing uncontrollably. Rozay also spoke about signing younger artists who are like teenagers. “If she was a youngster that I felt she was bringing something to the table that dope, you know what I’m saying.

Rick Ross also spoke briefly about his relationship with Trina. Watch the full interview below.

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DJ Kay Slay – Wild Ones Lyrics ft 2 Chainz, Rick Ross & Kevin Gates

DJ Kay Slay – Wild Ones Lyrics ft 2 Chainz, Rick Ross & Kevin Gates

 

DJ Kay Slay brings us a banger for “Wild Ones.”Linking up with none other than 2 Chains, Rick Ross, Kevin Gates and Meet Sims he brings us a hard new track that seriously bumps.

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DJ Khaled – Whatever (feat. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain’t known to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello", catch up
Ring me up like your pop-pop, whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe, keep up!
That V-12 ’bout to heat up, grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray, watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up when they told me "Don’t matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches and I subpoenaed these niggas
To see who was real
I supported my bank account and I wouldn’t tell you the account

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers, misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari, residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus, blueberry with the big homie
Idols becoming rivals, down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money, she at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty’s what I lust, how I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes, love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled my blood, got several M’s in my safe

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales, residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick, man I cure like nails
Competition might fail, repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes, dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider, lobster on my rider, uh
You can get the platter, uh, I put my money up
You gon’ need a ladder, work, no acrobatics
Work, no calisthenics, my dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee, my car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic, pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[Bridge: Future]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I’m just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!

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Boss – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Boss

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Walk in the trap like a boss, oooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, oohhh.

Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
f*ck a nigga b*tch don’t care, damn
Throwin’ up racks in the air, damn
Told that b*tch Lil Pump yeah, ooh
Damn, I just broke my wrist
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me s**t
Pop 4 xans then I f*cked a nigga’s b*tch
Never wearin’ slippers, I always flippin’ bricks
Aye, yeah I came up with the sauce damn
Damn, yeah I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top
Gave my mom 2 Glocks
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Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh.

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh.
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Amine – Redmercedes

[Pre-Chorus]
With my niggas in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck you, pay me
Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
If the ladies show up, then we show out
With my girl in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck me, baby
Leather seats so she wetter than a pool now
When that thing go up then she go down

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

[Verse 1]
Wood grain Nada, yes I’m the Baba
Don’t rock Prada, what’s a stylist
I’d rather make my clothes, merch by the boat load
Banana club popping, yep I’m super biased (true)
Tint so black, look like my complexion
Neo I’m the one like I had direction
Rims look like they were shipped from heaven
Trunk so big it could fit my reverend (yeah!)
And that nigga’s pretty big
Engine so fast, every block is a trip
Baby girl wished that I copped the two seater
But I had to get five ’cause my niggas want to ride

[Pre-Chorus]
With my niggas in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck you, pay me
Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
If the ladies show up, then we show out
With my girl in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck me, baby
Leather seat so she wetter than a pool now
When that thing go up then she go down

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

[Verse 2]
Looking out my rearview, all I see is haters (hatin’)
This is just a preview, I’ll use my gas for later (maybe!)
Black ice, black seats, yeah I’m bumping Blackstar
Rednecks tell me that I got a nice car
Gotta make sure that I keep my baby clean
This game keep me hungry like I’m Katniss Everdeen
Just got the whip washed
Shining like it’s pish-posh
Engine sound like it needs an ad-lib from Rick Ross
No I ain’t M.M.G
But my next purchase might be an M3 (sheesh)
Sicker than most, look at the folk
Trippin for dollars so holler for gold
Picking apart my problems
Like when Peter Piper picked his nose
Whip looked like it got dipped in a cherry coat
Mercedes’ same color as the hair on a Lil Boat (Lil Boat)

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

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Rick Ross – Trap Trap Trap (feat. Young Thug & Wale)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Beep
Beep
I’m sittin’ at the red light
My ankle monitor beepin’
Hadn’t been charged
I think I see the beeper
Bounce

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
First one on the block, woah
I need mine off the top, uh
Over town, he got shot
Muddy died in [?]
Couldn’t save one Hummer
Hit ’em up, hmm, hmm
See the look on my face (woo!)
Like [?]
Niggas hate on my sound
‘Til I went the [?]
Then I earnt the Lombardi
Ain’t no fuckboys allowed
Only fuck if she exclusive
Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
To tell the truth I didn’t ask
When it come to bitches I’m Gucci
I’m the wrong one to rob
In the jungle I’m Nas
In the label I’m Russ
In the trap I’m Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can’t dial for the packs
I sent you right back loaded

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I was tryna bet the whole map, Vegas, stay in the trap
Niggas talkin’ ’bout raidin’ the trap
Man I’m ’bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin’ ape shit)
Nigga watch your babies in the trap
Nigga cook a whole base in the trap
Young nigga slave in the trap
Nigga run base, base in the trap
I’m ’bout to get this shit movin’, yeah
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
I’m ’bout to get this shit cruisin’, yeah
Stand at the store ’til you’re woozy, woozy
Let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
Movie, movie, movie
Bitch I’m richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
So many different meds on me
Fuck around, call the fed on me
Boom boom boom your head, homie
Draco got a lot of lead on it
You dead

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 3: Wale]
Wale though
I ain’t nothin’ like the trap niggas
Goyard backpack nigga
Uber crates ’til the feds pull up
Woo woo, cataracts, nigga
I’m the type, holla at the wife
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
Adios, do a hundred 20
All she want is good dick and advice
[?]
[?]
Famous here but I’m humble
Double M the empire
Renzel got me all day
Kyrie, he LeBron James
Tired niggas say Folarin [?] SportsCenter every day
I ain’t nothin’ like them trap guys
I mean I kinda do bag dimes
I kinda never do back down
Leave a nigga high via rap lines
Get a beat, leave it baptized
Mob ties, but it’s black lives
Black lives, nigga, trap lives
Gimme five on the black side

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

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Summer 17 – Rick Ross lyrics

Lyrics Rick Ross – Summer 17

You scared to die nigga?
Open your eyes wide.(summer 17)

Im out on bars so I gotta beat it
All the dope boys say they wanna be me
I got a lick boy, I got a lick
2017 trust me boy , this one is it
I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn
Pool of b*tches f*cking me, I got em’ taking turns
My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade
May runnin’ in the bank a residential thing
All my niggas mad they like f*ck the world
Back to standin’ on the Ave with a couple birds
If you a killer well I’m tryna see
Cause calling the police is the only thing free
I had to park that purple Lamborghini​
And pull that chevy back on out the ..
I’m from the city where they kill for nothin’
And all Renzel do is push a button

I want my niggas rich by summer 17. (x4)

I pulled my pistol then I say my name
I know you scared but repeat your game
You off to hell when you see them flames
Now pray for me cause I had did some things.
..
Got on my necklaces as I’m sittin in the draw
Im livin reckless and it never stop
Thats why im beefin’ with a nigga that live right up the block
A body fall I might just ..
Your moneys gone thats why im runnin’ round
They put my rhymes in the New York timesss.
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Choices – Tracy T feat. Rick Ross lyrics

Lyrics Tracy T – Choices

Came through red eyes no jet lag
Geeked off the money this a 100k cash
Niggas they be talking but this’ what the K said
Prrt prrt get the pigeon no J peck
My glory, gave everything I had but what you got for me?
Took the stairs no elevator ..
Game did force it
Just another nigga want the Bentley and the Porches
Trynna travel over seas shit that ain’t work f*ck it that ain’t work
No tour no .. I’m back on the turf
Probation hating a nigga trynna bet theyself
Baby mama been spiteful ‘cause I never was there
But see they wanted to be some but I’m the one that they blame
Know these hoes ain’t playing fast all a part of the game
I got a M for dumb shit and not a problem with pain
Cause in the end pain came with everything that I gained.(choices)

Everybody got choices
Want them Bentleys or the Porches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the ..)
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choices.

Everybody got choices
Even playing field could have all had Rolls Royces
Diamonds and pearls have more oysters
The money counting scream heard more voices
Plain jane protects cost more than that hollow shit you niggas flex
I tell shit what’s next
Tell you how to dress and where the cocaine invests
Nigga grab your vest
Young niggas ain’t playing and they aim ain’t the best
That’s what I call Generation X
E-pills or the D get the whole alphabet
Push! G63’s we put baby mothers at ease
Drug dealer disease
Addicted to the money like the air that I breath.

Everybody got choices
Want them Bentleys or the Porches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the ..)
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choices.

10 commandments on these 36 ounces
Real life I got 36 houses
To the mansion in the mountains
Couple ice Mountain Dew and them bouncers
All black when I deal with these accountants
Off balance then you f*ck with my allowance
All facts get you whacked for a thousand
The bottles all black stacks on the couches
Fi-fi-five hundred for the drive-by
On the plug with in a motherf*cking ..
You come and take me from the sideline
Condo right next to Lady Gaga
Branzino on a grill
Sip surrop spending millions on the pills
In the city no ..
ATL my first trap was in Mechanicville.

Everybody got choices
Want them Bentleys or the Porches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the ..)
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choicesss.
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Eno – Xalaz (Xalaz Album)

[Hook]
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash

[Part 1]
Onkel verteilt miese Nacken, Xalaz
Bei Faxen fliegen Flaschen, Xalaz
Ihr seid Diebe von Handtaschen, Xalaz
Öffnen Shisha Bars zum Geld waschen, Xalaz
Rede nicht viel, lade und schieß, Xalaz
Lebe mit Stil, Dsquared-Jeans, Xalaz
Lege die Line, deine Freundin will zieh’n, Xalaz
Gebe jetzt Speed, Rapper können nicht fliehen, Xalaz
Handy vibriert Rapper fragen nach feat, Xalaz
Doch meine Antwort ist : "Kollege Chief !", Xalaz
Zeitverschwendung ich muss Patte verdien’, Xalaz
Ich bleib in Deckung, wenn wir kommen und dich kriegn’, Xalaz
Links, Rechts Kombo wie Kimbo, Xalaz
Million auf Konto wie Rick Ross, Xalaz
Sie küss’n meine Hand, nennen mich "Big Boss", Xalaz
Hol’ deine Freundin, sie gibt big cock, Xalaz

[Hook]
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash

[Part 2]
War 5 Jahre schwarz, heute Student, Xalaz
Mach Platz, sieh’ zu wie ich deine Crew bang, Xalaz
Wiesbaden, hier hilft kein Cousin, Xalaz
Setze Meilensteine, Wu-Tang, Xalaz
Eure Chicks’n wollen schmusen, Xalaz
Du bist unterwegs am chusen, Xalaz
Im Q7-S line cruisen, Xalaz
Kinder wollen Blog zum schufen, Xalaz
Schuff, schuff nach Amca, Xalaz
Kush, Kush, baller Ganja, Xalaz
Puff, puff du bist Stammgast, Xalaz
Druff, Druff ich bin anders, Xalaz
Anders, so wie Tupac, Xalaz
Alle mann schreien: "Eno zu krass", Xalaz
Anders, so wie B.I.G., egal wo immer VIP

[Bridge]
Abstand, red’ nicht du Sippii
Kalash, lade und geb’ ihn
WBL City, dein Kontakt ich ripp’ ihn
Für Feinde hier gibt es Tritte auf Rippen
Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz

[Hook]
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash

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Tech N9ne – I Get It Now (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Industry does not, feel you
I’m sick of this shit
Blind bitches wish
N9ne’s wickedness away

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckin’ killer B
There’s about to become a distillery
The majority don’t really feel a G
With the paint and a dark soliloquy
Music, they said killed the fee
Me, Krizz, and Makzilla free
So I’m gonna have to keep it real with me
Fuck them straight with agility
They callin’ me crazy
Don’t wanna play me
So I make the music that will target their babies
And open ’em up to wicked shit
They wanna know how hip is this
This never been no hipster shit
So the fakers see me and dis the ‘fit
I ain’t cool like the late great Biggie Smalls, the illest
So I went the route of a killer clown comin’ to pillage a village
Steady tryin’ to get ’em all to feel it
But I learned you can’t please everybody
When my mother was livin’ they used to say "your son is scary Maudie"
I don’t give a flyin’, dyin’
Spy inside of al-Qaeda, they lyin’
When tryin’ to diss Tech N9ne
And when they all shall buy us
I don’t fit the part for main stream cause I’m rougher
Only time they wanna look like me is Halloween motherfucker
I realize I’m not inviting

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Interlude]
Y’all can’t tell I’m fuckin’ myself up more and more on purpose?
I love scarin’ the hell out of y’all, haha

[Verse 2]
Stick the masses, whack it off in the casket
Sound like they wrist broken like put the fuckin’ lotion in the basket
How is he livin’ lavish when he rap really fast and he mask it?
They don’t get it when I gas it
They laugh at it, mad it ain’t ratchet
They wanna wear clothes just like A$AP Rocky, like Yeezy and Drake
That’s what they identify with, not with a nigga with the clown paint on his face
I get it that I’m wicked
When I spit it they be comin’ to get ’em a ticket
Talk a lot of shit at the gate and they got to zip it
When I’m bustin’, they open up to somethin’ different and dig it
I get it, I never looked like the average black dude
Track shoes, gold teeth, and covered in tattoos
Yak, booze, reeking and chiefing the sack through
Speakin’ about reaching them hardened hat screws
Jack move
Yes I’ve become a big boss
But I’ll never be cool as Rick Ross
That’s okay, N9ne’s been rhyming
And now he’s shining
Perfect timing

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Outro: Tech N9ne & Woman Speaking in Reverse]
So what I’ve come to realize is I will never fit in
So it’s my duty to make sure that I stand the fuck out
Meht etinu lliw eh esuac’ ,meht sthgif reven eh yhw s’taht ,meht ekil gnihton s’eH
If this thing does not kill you
Grind back to back tracks
Find racks on racks
N9ne’s stacking that all day

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Lil Bibby – Squad (feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro: Lil Bibby]
I.Trez on the track
What they say they say?
They say you ain’t goin’ hard like you used to
Man what’s goin’ on?
They say they want that mothafuckin’ 2013 feel, man
What’s goin’ on, man?
They say you ain’t goin’ hard, Bib

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
I say I don’t rock with niggas, ’cause they’re fake and they’re fraud
All my youngins pull his card, and they down to catch a charge
See you talk it, but I live it, yeah all my niggas with it
When it come to the money, I’m a savage, I go get it
I just be countin’ them faces, I just be flyin’ to places
Used to record in the basement, young Hov in the makin’
Bibby Ross, I’m the boss, buy it all, fuck the cost
Every king take a loss, goin’ hard, never soft

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Niggas actin’ like hoes
My watch VVS’, nigga and my teeth gold (bling)
I’ma shoot that choppa like a free throw
Bitch I’ma shoot that choppa like a free throw (21, 21)
You put a ring on that bitch and she a freak ho
I got three trap spots and I got four bowls
I got five AKs and I got six Uzis
I got seven bitches gettin’ ate in the jacuzzi (21, 21)
Young Savage and I taste like candy, wanna chew it?
Bitch I get that check, and you know a nigga blew it (21, 21)
Pull up on your street like Doe and cut the lights off (bitch)
VVS diamonds shinin’ when them lights off
Make you take your ice off (21)
She got a fat ass, and her nigga soft
Bitch I rep that double M like Rick Ross
My bitch bad, she say I’m poppin’ like her lip gloss
Got a big dick, finna fuck her lips up

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

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Mr. Mauricio – Paper Plates (feat. Rick Ross, Yo Gotti & Troy Ave)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Ricky Rozay aka Pharaoh Dinero
Mauricio, I got this, nigga, sit back

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
A.I. on the crossover
Name a nigga floss more
The crib worth 30
The record label burnin’
Hottest team on the turf
Fat Trel, put in work
Trill nigga still on the rise
Throwback, black car, can I
Got these sticks back in ’96
Cocaine cowboy, howdy howdy, bitch
Trappin’ so long ’til it’s in the pores
Made a hundred racks before you hit the chorus
Maybach, 5 lives in the Taurus
Niggas froze up when they saw us
We the ones started out the poets
Poor student, natural born poet

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Blue SL, got the centerfold
Sittin’ passenger, got a centerfold
New model Benz, new model bitch
We just livin’ life, dope dealer rich
Who got it? We got it
Who done it? We did it
One hunnid, we livin’
Get money, do business
Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me
I’m still in the streets eatin’, paper plates

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
The chopper make a nigga Milly Rock
I’m tryna buy the whole city block
I got fed allegations, nigga
And you a mothafuckin’ city cop
Mauricio! Let the beat drop
I’ma Smurda bands to the Lamborghini lot
SKRRRRT! Closed lips, we don’t talk a lot
Nigga used to whip it out the coffee pot
Can’t remove black youngster
This money turned a nigga to a monster, I am
I got the game from my mama
Hundred round, nigga I’m the drummer
Battle of the bands
I’ll never take the stands
Told you niggas I’m a general
Got the soldiers on command

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Blue SL, got the centerfold
Sittin’ passenger, got a centerfold
New model Benz, new model bitch
We just livin’ life, dope dealer rich
Who got it? We got it
Who done it? We did it
One hunnid, we livin’
Get money, do business
Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me
I’m still in the streets eatin’, paper plates

[Verse 3: Troy Ave]
Dope boy Troy, you ain’t nothin’ like me
I buy a pack of white tees and pack some white keys (coke!)
One when it’s hot, one in the pot, sizzle
You can find either one in the drop, riddle
I just bought a Benz with the price of Lamb’
But show the new ‘Rari, I was like, "Damn!"
I could fuck up the hood, they won’t understand
Backdoor, the feds might come for a nigga, man
I’ma do it, fuck it, I’ma do it
I just had a half a million and I ran through it
350 on my condo, I paid cash
A hundred on the car, another 50 just for laughs
Hahahahaha I’m laughin’ straight to the bank
And I don’t give a fuck what a pussy nigga think
And I will shoot a nigga dead if they even fuckin’ blink
I’m the wrong one, but the right one to get you play

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Blue SL, got the centerfold
Sittin’ passenger, got a centerfold
New model Benz, new model bitch
We just livin’ life, dope dealer rich
Who got it? We got it
Who done it? We did it
One hunnid, we livin’
Get money, do business
Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me
I’m still in the streets eatin’, paper plates

[Outro: Yo Gotti]
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes
All gas, no brakes

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OnCue – Boy On the Come Up

[Intro]
Simply barbaric, barbaric
Barbaric!
Let that word resound, from hill to hill, from valley to valley, across the broad land
Hear me!

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’m big headed but you small minded
I try and get it, hey, whole team grinding
Fuck what they say, yeah I put my time in
Aw, I need a Louis lining, Michelin star dining
Imma be honest
I was eating Little Caesar’s with the buffalo ranch
Fuck all you geezers, yeah, you fuckin’ old men
Flow barbaric, let my fam come then
Guess she know all my lyrics so she taking off her pants
Cuey be that next shit, Imma cop a X6
Flex on my exes, they already think I’m sexist
All that corny shit you call your raps don’t impress us
Better pay attention, watch how I finesse this
Goddamn, all you rappers are lucky that I fell off
Better switch plans, next six months Imma go the hell off
Yeah, I’m dropping all these records like it’s motherfucking light work
You’re dropping all your records, praying, hoping that it might work
Yeah, I’m showing now like Ds in a tight shirt
Wanna get like this? Then you better fix your life first

[Bridge]
I’ve been on a wave, mama asking how its going
Told her I don’t play, she said the fuck boy’s are fake cause my boy on the come up
I’ve been on a wave bitch, know you see me glowing
You stuck on that same shit, so save it (yeah, your boy on the come up)

[Chorus]
You already know, hey, you already know, hey
Yeah, your boy on the come up
It was written in stone, yeah, everything will go, oh
Yeah, your boy on the come up
You already know, yeah, you already know
Yeah, your boy on the come up
It was written in stone, yeah, shit’s about to blow, oh

[Verse 2]
Said fucking shit, my shit been booming
And money talk, talk that I be fluent
If it’s not, then please keep it moving, I’ont got the time
Yeah, you wasn’t there, wasn’t there when I was losing, all starving then
I mean, barely no food, and I swore to god
I’ll come back to prove I was always right
I see your name in my missed calls now
Hey, girl, you got me pissed off now
I lift off, so you criss cross now
Thinking that you Kylie, you my Rick Ross now
Imma go from summer to the winter, hey
Born a loser but I turned into a winner, hey
Learned it by the finger, if you’re tryna take my dinner, hey
Look what I spit, I repent, I’m a sinner, oh
Ain’t no option when your back against the wall
Break down the motherfucker, hammer or a saw
I keep going ham, oh baby, I keep going off
Go grab your camera, cause your boy about to ball
This persisistence, talent – that’s a win (?)
Way back when, when I put you on my shit
You turned up your nose, but I stiffed up my lip
Can’t hold it in, baby, goddamn I’m the shit

[Bridge]
I’ve been on a wave, mama asking how its going
Told her I don’t play, she said the fuck boy’s are fake cause my boy on the come up
I’ve been on a wave bitch, know you see me glowing
You stuck on that same shit so save it (yeah, your boy on the come up)

[Chorus]
You already know, hey, you already know, hey
Yeah, your boy on the come up
It was written in stone, yeah, everything will go, oh
Yeah, your boy on the come up
You already know, hey, you already know
Yeah, your boy on the come up
It was written in stone, yeah, shit’s about to blow, oh

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Curren$y – All On One Tape (Andretti 930 Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, Lil Snupe, Big L
2 Pac, Biggie, Lil Derrick, Pimp C, Yellow Boy (?)

Got me feelin like
This weed got me feelin like
This money got me feelin like

[Verse 1]
I’m hella high and these niggas so jive
Hate in they eyes as I drive by, but never will I ask why
It must just suck to be a never fly, underling
This is a boss thing, and these are boss rings
Sunshine on my fingers through the windows of the Gulf Stream
What you know G? Hoe, you don’t know me
41 millimeter Rollie, tryna be low key
Please, them bitches spotted me soon as I slid in
I had my girl with me it ain’t make them hoes no different
They was still tryna get it
But you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
Might be down with it, if she dig ya
I’m outside with the killas, talkin peace
In the breeze, smoking weed but next week I’m Snow Beach Polo Skis
Four inch freeze, me in the prime of my life
I made the hustle and my bitch become sister-wives
And now the love is intertwined, money on my mind’

[Outro]
Got me feeling like 8 Ball, MJG and Too $hort was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like, Jay-Z, AZ, Nas, Rick Ross, Scarface was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
Tha Dogg Pound, Nipsey Hussle, DJ Quik and MC Eiht was all on one tape dawg, Lord
Got me feeling like OutKast, Cam’ron and Lil Wayne was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
All on one tape
Like they was all on one tape Lord, got me feelin like
Soulja Slim, Pimp C — all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
2 Pac, Bigge Smalls, Eazy-E was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like
And Dilla did the beats
Max B
And then DJ Screw slowed it up
Dom Kennedy
Then Jam Master Jay did some scratches on it
Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Slim Thug, Gunplay
All on one tape Lord