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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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Ty Dolla Sign – Don’t Judge Me lyrics

Ty Dolla Sign with “Don’t Judge Me” ft. Future and Swae Lee.

Don’t Judge Me lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
EarDrummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now, off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t judge me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
That shiny molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat (front seat)
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats (back seat)
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me (love me)
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?] on your face
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take you to the Hills to f*ck on your face
Love me more than the drugs that I take
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this sh*t aight

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Stream Jhene Aiko Album “Trip” Feat. Big Sean & Swae Lee

Jhené Aiko serves up a field “Trip” on her new album which features guest appearances from Big Sean and Swae Lee.

The R&B singer spent a good amount of time in the studio and delivered 22 tracks on the album which includes some guest verses from Brandy on “Ascension,” Kurupt on “Never Call Me,” Mali Music on the title track “Trip,” Twenty88 on “OLLA,” Swae Lee on “Sativa,” and her boyfriend Big Sean on “Moments.” Aiko also includes her dad Dr. Chill and her daughter Namiko Love on the project.

In a statement about the album, Jhene Aiko revealed that she has been dealing with some emotional problems since the death of her brother in 2012. “Trip” is the R&B singer’s sophomore album and the follow-up to her 2014 debut LP “Souled Out.” She also released a short film which accompanied the album. In the 23-minute clip, she played a character name Penny who falls in love but her struggles with the memories of her brother’s death deeply affects her. The film was directed by Tracy Oliver who directed the hit comedy film “Girls Trip.”

Stream and download Jhene Aiko new album “Trip” on iTunes/Apple Music below.

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French Montana & Swae Lee’s “Unforgettable” Certified Triple Platinum

French Montana and Swae Lee’s mega hit single “Unforgettable” has been certified triple platinum.

The track is one of the biggest singles this summer and has already spent 21 weeks on the Billboard Hot 100 chart peaking at number three. Although the track was unable to overthrow the giants that are “Despacito” and “Wild Thoughts” for the top two spots, it is within it’s own right a classic. “Unforgettable” has been certified three times platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).

French Montana says that he knew the song was a hit from the first time he heard it played. “As soon as I heard the track, I knew it was a hit,” Montana told TIME. “I sat with it. I chopped it up the way I wanted it to be. I feel like that’s the one record that fits everybody: African vibe, reggae vibe, techno vibe, European vibe. That’s what you call a global hit.”

The Bad Boy rapper released his new album “Jungle Rules” on July 14 with guest appearance from Alkaline, The Weeknd, Future, Max B, Pharrell, Chinx, an Swae Lee on this single “Unforgettable.” What’s next for French Montana, perhaps touring and dropping another big hit like “Unforgettable.”

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French Montana – Unforgettable Instrumental ft. Swae Lee

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Listen Cardi B “Bodak Yellow (Latin Trap Remix)” Feat. Messiah

Cardi B is popping right now and now this track “Bodak Yellow (Latin Trap Remix)” is about to win her over some new Spanish fans.

The original version of the song “Bodak Yellow” is one of the biggest hits this summer and is expected to climb to number three on the Billboard Hot 100 chart this week. The song could very well over throw “Despacito” and French Montana and Swae Lee’s “Unforgettable” for the number one or two spot respectively next week. Now that she scored a certified banger for herself, it’s time for the New York rapper to prep herself for the next week going into the fall.

Cardi B serves up a Spanish language version for “Bodak Yellow” which she calls a Latin Trap Remix featuring Messiah and it packs a lot of heat. So far the reviews have been great so only time will tell if that will translate into sales and more chart success for the former stripper. Cardi B has Dominican roots so the move to win over some latin fans is the right move for her. Perhaps she should’ve link up with dancehall hit maker Charly Black for this remix. The original version of the track is a certified club banger on its own and can be found on every hip hop playlist right now across the U.S. For the Latin Trap Remix, Messiah delivered a fiery verse that packed enough heat to get the attention of some latin music celebrities on social media.

Cardi B earned herself a fan base from her appearance on Love and Hip Hop New York, but after years of struggling in the music business she finally earned some respect. Her success doesn’t come without its fair share of critics and she regularly has to go on social media and defends herself from some unfair criticism. The song is worth a listen get it below.

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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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French Montana Album “Jungle Rules” (Stream & Download)

French Montana new album Jungle Rules is here and you can now stream and download it on iTunes/Apple Music.

The 18-track project is the follow-up to the Bad Boy rapper’s 2016 album MC4. This new project is much more robust with guest features from Chinx, The Weeknd, Max B, Pharrell, Marc E. Bassy, Young Thug, T.I., Future, Swae Lee, and dancehall star Alkaline. Rae Sremmurd’s Swae Lee is featured on the mega hit single “Unforgettable” which has since been certified platinum by the RIAA.

There were some rumors that the album was leaked online ahead of it’s July 14th release date, but so far any leakage seems to be contained early. Speaking with Billboard, French Montana spoke about the comparison of this new album with his previous body of work MC4. “I mean, had I still dropped MC4, the whole thing would have been dope,” Montana said. “It wasn’t even about sales. It wasn’t about nothing. By the way, both singles [“No Shopping” and “Lockjaw”] went platinum. I’m sure the album would have been platinum, but this album [Jungle Rules] is gonna show you a better way.”

On the album Jungle Rules, The Weeknd and Max B are featured on the fourth single called “A Lie.” Alkaline is featured on a single titled “Formula.” Stream and download French Montana new album Jungle Rules on iTunes/Apple Music below.

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French Montana – Jungle Rules Album

French Montana – Jungle Rules Album

Before we’ve had a chance to recover from Hov DJ Khaled’s albums, Coke boy rapper French has released the tracklist for his upcoming album Jungle Rules, which drops in two weeks time.

 

Jungle Rules Track List

1. “Whiskey Eyes” featuring Chinx
2. “Unforgettable” featuring Swae Lee
3. “Trippin”
4. “A Lie” featuring the Weeknd and Max B
5. “Jump” featuring Travis Scott
6. “Hotel Bathroom”
7. “Bring Dem Things” featuring Pharrell
8. “Bag” featuring Ziico Niico
9. “Migo Montana” featuring Quavo
10. “No Pressure” featuring Future
11. “Push Up”
12. “Stop It” featuring T.I.
13. “Black Out” featuring Young Thug
14. “She Workin” featuring Marc E. Bassy
15. “Formula” featuring Alkaline
16. “Famous”
17. “Too Much”
18. “White Dress”

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Mike WiLL Made It – Bars Of Soap (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye, aye
I’mma running man
Sandals slipping off my feet, on the sand
Counting up the bills with my dominant hand
Took twos on…. take this appreciate it
This too? why take the rims off?
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse]
I’m going postal – loco
Coast to coast like La Nostra
My G.I. Joe present, I get to see a cobra
So off my rocker got me sipping club soda
Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up
I’m pitching [?] in a dug out
Reaching in my pants and I can’t take a head count
Flash back ’03, things was looking run down
Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau
Killing shit like ten counts, y’all know how we get down
House with the fence around, y’all know that we in route
Transition from the Impala to the Fisker
I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert
Left the doors up, now the lambo has pigtails
Since you getting comfy, I’mma let you sit there
I’mma let you stay there
When I shed a tear, they didn’t have no care, so I’mma charge retail
I brought some kush cause you say you want [?]
If you loves it in the room, you best get well
Every dog has its day, what the hell no tuck tail
Swae Lee went to magazine, Double X, L (XXL)

Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo
Colors burst on the cars and the jewels
I’m a wanted man… seats looking like they got a spray tan
When I was without, not a helping hand
I got some women who throw it back, and make me drop the cans
I told Ben Frank, "Just to drop a pin" I collect my fit goal to the highest bid
Yes I might drop in, it all depends
Junior high I was dreaming of a Mach 10
I’m coming clean though, I mean not a speck
My girl be serving looks, I could kiss the chef
Katana sword popping out my walking cane
I’m overseas my Cali bae like, "How was Spain?"
We getting to the money and you niggas having issues
I bought a fucking piece and it came with a wet suit
The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess
I’m mooching off my mother-loving self
She be hoping that I take a knee like Kaepernick, Yes
I be open to that Sremm Life shit
This is how we live, this is how we exist
Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits
All in the house and I’m home-wrecking
If I sleep with his wife, Im a home-wrecker
I’m in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather
Mami playing with my balls like tether, on my leather
Money talk, it’s a lecture, 80 pointers dance on me, it’s electric
Niggas don’t hate, I’m still unaffected
Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected
She said pop the question, the question got deflected
[?] made my boy, thats my motherfuckin brethren
Let’s cut to the chase, it’s only on the house when we in the place
My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames
Stirring up the cup with my wrist, souffle
Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved
I told you I don’t swing, don’t say my name in vain
We bring it to your door like (doorbell) You rang?!
Spending all the money then we watch it boomerang
With the fendi belt angry face like Pootie Tang
Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings
"Long time, no see" That’s what they say when they see me mane
I been going crazy, just to stay sane
Hey, your girl [?] asking who’s to blame?
Young whipper snapper with the Range
Pause, then I went deranged
Call that hottie on my station
Long week, had a great day
Someone got my blowing tree like Sage
An army you should get erased
Army yeah, you can hate

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Rae Sremmurd – Set The Roof (feat. Lil Jon)

[Intro]
Eardrummaz
Mike Will Made It
Mustard on the beat ho

[Hook: Lil Jon]
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
If I’m not mistaken, all my niggas made it
Two-three’s on my feet then the pump faded
Baby girl grab the [?] order french kissin’
Swae Lee missed the, come and check your bitch quickly
Hottest niggas on the planet, got the place lit up
Fly niggas, got expensive taste, they didn’t touch
I am not your nigga, you got me fucked up
Bought your bitch the bra that make her tits sit up
I only fit in with the niggas who stayin’ down
Money talks, you just poppin’ off at the mouth
If I’m the topic, then the conversation heated
Rae Sremmurd gettin’ booked up in every city

[Pre-Hook: Swae Lee]
Flash how we cash, had to spazz on the waiter
She fucked up my order three times in a row, woah
I’m good on gas, I just filled up my tank
Now let’s fill up her head and let’s see if she choke

[Hook: Lil Jon]
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Two bad bitches swimmin’ in my bed
Off with their head, off, off with their head
Young Slim fuckin’ bitches in my infrared
Come and hit the propane, I just lit the gas
Young wild niggas, livin’ fast
Stash your money in a brown paper bag
We set the roof on fire, then we flood it out
We just threw the money up, we ain’t even count
Shake it like a seizure, bustin’ in my speeder
Girl I’m bustin’ off the gasoline is fuckin’ up my speech
I’m a million dollar nigga, baby nothin’s out of reach
I’m a million dollar nigga like I hit the lottery

[Pre-Hook: Slim Jxmmi]
Splash how we cash, had to spazz on the waiter
She fucked up my order three times in a row, woah
I’m good on gas, I just filled up my tank
Now let’s fill up her head and let’s see if she goes

[Hook: Lil Jon]
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire

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RAE SREMMURD – Real Chill lyrics

They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down
They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

My homie the real deal
The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
Nigga get a grip
I can’t get a grip, man this bitch a flip
Walked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfs
Girl you better put that ass to work
Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk
Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
Big rims when I skrt-skrt
Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
I’m that nigga, fuck you heard
A young nigga so superb
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag, yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Must have seen a nigga skills
Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will
All the ladies love jim, for real

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

They tellin’ me slow down (slow down)
They gave me a chill pill (chill out)
Because I was Spend Ben (Spend Ben)
They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)
I walk round Ben still (ben still)
I’m still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
I spit that real shit (real)
I call it real spill (real spill)
I need like 10 mil, I need to put my momma in a big crib
She be tellin’ me “baby boy don’t steal”
I ain’t listen to her cause I still steal
One snap in, I put some racks in my grill
No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
All I smoke is loud yeah, it’s gon’ blast in your ear
Man I’m high as the cloud, I’m on a new atmosphere
Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
Don’t come over here ’cause you will get clapped here

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

Spittin’ game to that girl and her friend
I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
If you ask me, it all spends
I’m from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let’s cleanse)
I can’t even cruise because I got a spoiler
Hit the store, buy the store, let’s not loiter (loiter)
Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
The club promoter said “Swae Lee you off of the chain”

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

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Rae Sremmurd – Real Chill lyrics

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They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down
They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

My homie the real deal
The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
Nigga get a grip
I can’t get a grip, man this bitch a flip
Walked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfs
Girl you better put that ass to work
Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk
Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
Big rims when I skrt-skrt
Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
I’m that nigga, fuck you heard
A young nigga so superb
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag, yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Must have seen a nigga skills
Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will
All the ladies love jim, for real

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

They tellin’ me slow down (slow down)
They gave me a chill pill (chill out)
Because I was Spend Ben (Spend Ben)
They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)
I walk round Ben still (ben still)
I’m still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
I spit that real shit (real)
I call it real spill (real spill)
I need like 10 mil, I need to put my momma in a big crib
She be tellin’ me “baby boy don’t steal”
I ain’t listen to her cause I still steal
One snap in, I put some racks in my grill
No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
All I smoke is loud yeah, it’s gon’ blast in your ear
Man I’m high as the cloud, I’m on a new atmosphere
Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
Don’t come over here ’cause you will get clapped here

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

Spittin’ game to that girl and her friend
I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
If you ask me, it all spends
I’m from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let’s cleanse)
I can’t even cruise because I got a spoiler
Hit the store, buy the store, let’s not loiter (loiter)
Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
The club promoter said “Swae Lee you off of the chain”

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

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Rae Sremmurd – Real Chill (feat. Kodak Black)

They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down
They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill, kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill, kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill

My homie the real deal
The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
Nigga get a grip
I can’t get a grip made them benji’s flip
Walked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfs
Girl you better put that ass to work
Can a nigga hold the cam like Kurt
Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
Big rims when I skrt-skrt
Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
I’m that nigga, fuck you heard
A young nigga sold some bird
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag, yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Musta seen a nigga skills
Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will
All the ladies love Jxm
Ay-ay-ay, for real

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill

They tellin’ me slow down (slow down)
They gave me a chill pill (chill out)
Because I was spendin’ (spendin’)
They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)
I walk round with big steel (big steel)
I’m still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
I spit that real shit (real)
I call it real spill (real spill)
I need like 10 mil
I need to put my momma in a big crib
She be tellin’ me "baby boy don’t steal"
I ain’t listen to her cause I still steal
Went snap in and put some racks in my grill
No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
All I smoke is loud yeah, it’s gon’ blast in your ear
Man I’m high as the kite I’m on a new atmosphere
Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
Don’t come over here cause you will get clapped here

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill

Spittin’ game to that girl and her friend
I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
If you ask me, it all spends
I’m from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let’s cleanse)
I can’t even cruise because I got a spoiler
Hit the store, buy the store, let’s not loiter (loiter)
Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
The club promoter said "Swae Lee you off of the chain"

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill