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Chuck Strangers – Fresh

[Verse 1]
I’m thinking father, you see kings
I need a crib and something that’s old, sitting on rims
It’s quiet for that Metro card
God if I could straight four, five, six
We could all get rich
Straight OD-ing, Flatbush
But my last bitch is OC-ing
They like "Chuck why is you leaving?"
Life’s a gamble bro, I’m tryna break even
Dodge heathens, ’cause nowadays, homies be scheming
Just chose a right team and
The power rules cyphers, stay pulling all-nighters
And these niggas not fire
Like a blunt with no lighter
I be the main supplier
They thought the crib was on Blue Hill Ave
The way he got bass like that
Chucky bust crazy dope moves
They tryna tell me that I lose
Screaming "Fuck some winners!", I ride for niggas that’s losing
Down on Ocean cruising
Where dealers don’t deal, and users keep using
I wrote this on my born-day
21 with no court dates
We was posted up, watching Places right?
Where my life was wrong
Two hits from the bong, with my [?] gone
And my rhyme game strong, nigga

[*Instrumental Switch*]

[Verse 2]
I hit the [?] cypher now, God
That’s when I get anti-social
Curve them fake fucks, just like I’m supposed to
Can’t believe he had the nerve to approach you
I was posted up with shorty hard
Motherfuck some business cards
Nigga learn some etiquette
Left [?], then came up with some better shit
Kids from down bottom, how ironic they on top
While niggas was dick-riding and fucking name-dropping
I sent your bitch out with a list, to do some shopping
She got the DiGiorno, but she added extra toppings
And she added extra sloppin’s
Gave me head while I done dropped it
I’m like "you a fool, stop it"
If I could just chill, vibe and meditate
I get my mind strong enough to make a fucking fat bitch levitate
That’s Mayweather strong
They just hate that he on
Sun shining on this dawg’s ass
Woah, Chuck, pause that, they ‘gon think you comment on videos
That’s from a movie, you silly hoes

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Blackbear – Do Re Mi (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: blackbear & Gucci Mane]
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
It’s Gucci
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: blackbear]
Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back or bitch, it’s over
All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I’ma stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

[Pre-Chorus: blackbear]
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

[Chorus: blackbear]
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Ha, it’s Guwop
Do re mi, baby, don’t play me
I’m a black beatle like Jimmy, Swae Lee
Screaming "Fuck 12" in my brand new V
Just bought a time piece for my new dime piece
When I’m balling, don’t stall it, put your all in
Stop talking, gotta crawl in before you walking
On the weekend, spending front end and the back end
Booty so big, got me thinking ’bout a lap dance
Dealing with these bitches like, "Damn, what happened?"
New thang, new frame, new eyelashes
Brand new swag, wearing brand new fashion
That’s what you get for doing all that camping
Blackbear with me and we in the state trapping
This’ll make a old legend start back rapping
This’ll make an ex-con start back trapping
I’ma beat it up like my name Joe Jackson
(It’s Gucci)

[Chorus: blackbear]
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

[Verse 3: blackbear]
If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would’ve stayed in bed
You wake up everyday
And make me feel like I’m incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your make-up bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
‘Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime

[Pre-Chorus: blackbear]
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

[Chorus: blackbear]
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

[Outro: blackbear]
(So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m)
Do, re, mi, fa, so
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost

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Do Re Mi Remix

Lyrics to ‘Do Re Mi Remix’ by blackbear:

–Intro: blackbear & Gucci Mane–
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
It’s Gucci
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah

–Verse 1: blackbear–
Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back or bitch, it’s over
All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I’ma stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

–Pre-Chorus: blackbear–
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

–Chorus: blackbear–
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

–Verse 2: Gucci Mane–
Ha, it’s Guwop
Do re mi, baby, don’t play me
I’m a black beatle like Jimmy, Swae Lee
Screaming “Fuck 12” in my brand new V
Just bought a time piece for my new dime piece
When I’m balling, don’t stall it, put your all in
Stop talking, gotta crawl in before you walking
On the weekend, spending front end and the back end
Booty so big, got me thinking ’bout a lap dance
[?] with these bitches like, “Damn, what happened?”
New thang, new frame, new eyelashes
Brand new swag, wearing brand new fashion
That’s what you get for doing all that camping
Blackbear with me and we in the state trapping
This’ll make a old legend start back rapping
This’ll make a [?] start back trapping
I’ma beat it up like my name Joe Jackson
(It’s Gucci)

–Chorus: blackbear–
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

–Verse 3: blackbear–
If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would’ve stayed in bed
You wake up everyday
And make me feel like I’m incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your make-up bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
‘Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime

–Pre-Chorus: blackbear–
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

–Chorus: blackbear–
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

–Outro: blackbear–
(So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m)
Do, re, mi, fa, so
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost

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Aaron Rose – Break It Down (feat. Domo Genesis) (Elixir Album)

[Verse 1: Aaron Rose]
What connects the mind to re-design from the abdominal?
It’s the soul, everything else isn’t logical
Binding philosophical options to opticals
I plan to reap the food from niggas, steal it while you driving through
So don’t question what the crew can do
When you re-using shit like look what my Hadouken do
You are just another character caught up in the fiction
I Grant Hills, see who rev the engine like a piston
You could call me Muhammad ’cause I lead my nation
My Islam is Brooklyn, my occupation
Is passing knowledge, titties, and stacking pocket savings
A nigga wish that Pac could save us
I guess I’m faced the, situation with my hands up
Screaming "Fuck every copper thinking some lead will stop the prosper", tell ’em "Man up"
But your commissioner really showing no love though
‘Cause of my melanin they treat me like a felon in-
-Carcerated, but I’ve never been a thug yo
I’m just known to break a leg and then I break the skeleton
But on the scale to ten, I think break the Richter
Ain’t nothing to stop my trigger from killing coppers so mister
Please restrain from checking me
If Marley shot the sheriff then I aim for deputies
‘Til the tables turn and you become the refugee
I’m returning culture ’til you see ’bout ten of me
I know that you nervous
A black man who know what his worth is, I’m off the circus
From this American horror story, we in the circus
I found my purpose, fuck with a purpose, I’m focused
Align with stars, Mars is where my telescope is

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
Police to be stopped before it’s too late
Desperado flow, sending them shots from a leather case
Pure guitar funk, send you to sleep, I’ll give in a ray
Push a play, I push for the same dude that you pushed away
It’s Doms, realest scripted in this storyboard
Bully niggas for their smorgasbord
Let it be cordial or we go to war
What you respect their orders for?
We kicking down waters ’til they post the score
Rolling towards the solace you’ve been hoping for
I don’t expect you to understand, we from different measures
Don’t disrespect, them small issues turn to big vendettas
They sensing threat, they tryna figure out my mental levels
Smart black man though my visuals just a bit disheveled
Just a victim of what your system made me
But mama taught me this resolve and I’ll never let this system take me
Can’t fake me, and if you don’t feel me then you gotta hate me
But I’m here and you gotta tolerate me
It’s Doms

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Flatbush Zombies – Trade-Off (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

[Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
It’s that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it’s spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
Hey, it’s lit
Call my partners up, we going up, you slowing up
I never judge, we do indulge
In truth I never touch this stuff
One puff of that fluffy stuff, shit hit me like a sucker punch
Side effects include mass paranoia plus the cotton mouth
Down another bottle with my niggas
Before this was a movie we pictured us living bitter
And I forgive ’em, whatever, whatever
Telling me different
Nothing is given without sacrifices
Something is close to niggas to chill with
Pray for the children
The government spiking penicillin
And lord willin’
We all live to be 20 million
Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceiling?
Cause five years ago we came to be without disappearing
[Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
It’s that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it’s spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Hook 2: Zombie Juice]
It’s that work hard, play hard
I just got a blow job
Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Real nigga shit, getting money bound to flip
Now turned on like I’m the shit
Bitch I told you how it gets
It’s that mix, ain’t rap long
Rap, puffing an hour
I’m in a all black top, strapped like [?]
So I can go top speed with the blinkers on
Screaming "Fuck the world", Martin King is gone
Who am I? Who am I?
Handsome guy, might stunt on you niggas with a patch on my eye
Please, turn up the headphones I speak the value
I pray for freaks, we gon bring the outcome
Toke, toke and choke
We just need your vocals
So this is the future, ain’t what your used to
Four years ago I was poorer than you are
Trapping in the lobby and the back of a U-haul

[Hook 2: Zombie Juice]
It’s that work hard, play hard
I just got a blow job
Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off

[Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
It’s that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it’s spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Hook 3: Meechy Darko]
This that work hard, play hard
Rest in peace to Trayvon
Did so much different drugs this year I’m feeling so amazing
LSD them potent doses smoking ’til I take off
Two freaks, one Meech, that’s an even trade-off

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Rosemary’s baby the hand I rock my cradle to the grave
I had six exorcisms this year alone and I feel the same
I’m high and sleep deprived, having nightmares while I’m still awake
40 ounce, sipper, until my liver give away
I think I lost my mind and, I’m willing to trade my soul if you can find it
An even exchange I’m young and deranged
All these drugs in my body
Rawer than the kilo under my granddaddy pillow
Kill a cop, la-la-laugh, reload, ha-ha-ha
Drop classics, we now laugh at you niggas
I average 50, I don’t feel the need to pass to you niggas
Roll up the sticky, young irrational nigga
Don’t throw stones, unless your crib is shatter proof nigga
A headshot, now let’s see if you splatter-proof nigga

[Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it’s spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Hook 2: Zombie Juice]
Work hard, play hard
I just got a blow job
Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off

[Hook 3: Meechy Darko]
Work hard, play hard
Rest in peace to Trayvon
Did so much different drugs this year I’m feeling so amazing
LSD them potent doses smoking ’til I take off
Two freaks, one Meech, that’s an even trade-off