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HARD Summer Postpones Until 2021 with Free VIP Upgrades for Ticketholders

HARD Summer Music Festival is the latest event to cancel in 2020, but organizers are doing their best to ensure a very special 2021 edition for hopeful attendees.

HARD opens up in the statement below:

To all our fans – Thank you for your support during these past few months. Though the world is moving in a more positive direction we want to have HARD Summer as soon as it’s safe to do so and right now it’s too soon for us to be able to gather at HARD Summer this year.

To sweeten up the deal, HARD is upgrading all ticketholders to VIP status “as a free thank you for being so supportive.” Those who have GA tickets will automatically be upgraded to VIP, and those who have VIP tickets will get a complimentary VIP pass to bring a friend along.

Refund requests will also be accepted, making HARD Summer’s refund/upgrade policy by far the best system we’ve seen thus far.

So, next summer is the move. We look forward to attending in 2021!

HARD Summer Music Festival’s Statement

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We can't wait to see you all in 2021 #HARDSummer 💙⁣ ⁣ Upgrades will apply to layaway plans. We have also paused all payments at this time. We will NOT be canceling any layaways for missed payments. You will be notified by email at least 2 weeks in advance before your next payment is due.

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FIRST LISTEN: Control Freak Gives Snails & Wooli’s “Snailephant VIP” Another Makeover Treatment

“Snailephant” from Snails and Wooli has already gone through one transformation, first dropping in 2018 and then including a VIP on Snails 2019 album, World of Slime. Now, the album remixes are starting to drip out and Control Freak is up first with a remix of the VIP.

The original and VIP both took nearly half the track to get to the first drop, with the original taking a more swing style to the rhythm and the VIP delivering a bit of a heavier punch. The Control Freak remix of the VIP is a way more frenetic approach to the drop, starting out a bit reserved and then letting all hell loose.

Coming in longer than either the original or VIP, Control Freak’s remix gives a bit more breathing room for breakdowns and bridges and is actually my favorite of the three iterations so far. Check it out below on Slugz Music!

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[Premiere] LSDREAM & Z-TRIP Get Super Funky In New Collab, “SPACE FUNK”

LSDREAM, known for his out-of-this-world visuals and sonic style, is bringing the funk in his new collaboration with Z-TRIP, “SPACE FUNK.”

Unlike most of his tracks thus far, there’s no massive drop to wait for. Instead, this track is all vibes, from front to back. With talk box vocals and a funky, bouncy bassline and synths, the two create an absolute sultry pairing. Both artists created hype for the new single by playing it out during recent live streams, LSDREAM on Twitch and Z-TRIP during his Nocturnal stream.

Often times, it sounds like there could be a drop coming, which actually opens the new collaborative single up beautifully to a VIP or remixes in the future. But we’re not concerned about that now as we’re just focusing on popping and locking like it’s the early 2000s.

Check it out below and pre-save here!

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Gucci Mane & T-Pain – Lit (feat. Steve Aoki) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

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Jacquees – At The Club (feat. Dej Loaf)

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
He said meet me in Miami
Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic
Get used to the whips and the mansions
He ain’t know I was this thick
T-Shirt, Panties
We hit the club together we tip the dancers
Might grab a couple if they really attractive
Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
It’s all up to you
What you wanna do

[Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
I used to love em, leave em
Girl it’s something about you
Think I’ma keep you
Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Let’s take a trip to the other side
Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
You’re a boss I wanna treat you
I know you tired of all the leeches
Girl I’m in love with all your features
And I will love you til your knees weak
It could be simple but it ain’t easy
I know you know what’s up
It’s all on us

[Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
I used to love em, leave em
Boy it’s something bout you
Think I’ma keep you
I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Boy we living lavish kick your feet up

[Bridge: Dej Loaf]
All I wanna do
Is get away with you
You had me at hello, what’s up
What we gonna do when we leave this club

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

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Patsergedrag – Sevn Alias songtekst

Songtekst Sevn Alias – Patsergedrag

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP deck met een b*tch aan een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je .. met je ho op me lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om me nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag dit is patsergedrag.

Alias Ik stress niet om ho’s enzo
Money veel, nu vallen ze net domino’s
Heb ik tijd mag ze rijden, geen Rodeo
Ben ik druk zie ik je niet, ogen Tokiyo
Ik rook goeie hasj, ik voel het in mijn zakken
Maar ik geef het uit alsof ik rijk ben
Chain icey en me pols eng, dit is Louis Vuitton geen MyBrand
Ik ga niet met je mee praten over verlies, verdriet wanneer ik je broke met de Kerst zie
Ironisch want ik vind niet eens Kerst, jij bent veteraan jij was vroeg aan net Hersey
Ik krijg love van de buurt want ik geef de buurt love, ik heb liters voor me broeders net Jersey
Eerst voelde ze niks, maar nu wilt ze dick, ze deed stig maar nu duikt ze en ze kopt van Persie.

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP deck met een b*tch aan een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je .. met je ho op me lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om me nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag dit is patsergedrag.

T’ is je boy uit de hoofdstad
Kom zitten op mijn schoot schat, skip je vriend als hij broke was
Die kleine jongen dacht even dat ie groot was
Heel veel cash maar je boy heeft ook pas
Ja, je b*tch stapt in we gaan let’s go
En me money is lang, dat is echt zo
Dit is Jack $hirak, geen Esko
Kleine jongen kom is kijken hoe ik stacks blow
Je bent geen biggie daggoe maar een lening trekker
Je vrouw helpt me steeds met me paper tellen
Echt waar ik ga je een ding zeggen, ik heb schijt aan jou ben nog steeds mezelf
Zeg de juf van vroeger en de meester effe
Dat we heel dik gaan, ja we leven lekker
Ik pak vijf voor een show, geef de helft aan me paps
Motherfucker ik verdeel het effe.

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP deck met een b*tch aan een fles, dat is patsergedraaag
Ik beef met je .. met je ho op me lap, ben op patsergedraaag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om me nek, ben op patsergedraaag
Patsergedrag dit is patsergedrag.

Nam die risico’s, je moet durefen
Zij wilt knuffelen, wel verdubbelen
Stack is dik nu, vroeger döner run
Want het liep niet, maar nu runnen we
Ja, ik ben op patsergedraaag 5 shows, 30k want ik klap in de nacht
Ik ben eindelijk rijk, had niks anders verwacht
Ik ben boos op je stage maar ik lach naar de bank ha-ha
Bro wat’s aan de hand, 5 kop op Real, bro wat’s met de stand, Ja Als ik win boek ik trip naar Sri Lanka
Gaat het mis moet ik effe naar de Gamma
Voor die boys met avondklokken
Ga je money pikken, ben je vaak betrokken
Deze rare jongen maakte zware sprongen
Ben op hoge winst en op lage kosten, jajaa.

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedraaag
Op die VIP deck met een b*tch aan een fles, dat is patsergedraaag
Ik beef met je .. met je ho op me lap, ben op patsergedraaag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om me nek, ben op patsergedraaag
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Ben op patsergedrag.

Op die VIP deck met een b*tch aan een fles
Ik beef met je .. met je ho op me lap
Ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag dit is patsergedraggg.
Sevn Alias songtekste
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Big K.R.I.T. – Confetti

[Chorus]
Your confetti ain’t even heavy nigga
Got the win, I want the record nigga
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy

[Verse 1]
These niggas fucking up the game
This shit is so suspicious
You ain’t buy it all unless you blew a ticket
All up in the VIP, but you ain’t fuck them bitches
I’ma ball all summer just to flex for Christmas
Angel wings on the doors, I gotta suplex em’
Money don’t make you fly, that’s just my perspective
Running up the score just to expose a bluff
‘Cause nowadays gettin’ a win just ain’t enough
Fuck the check up last week, I got a new agenda
The last time I couldn’t buy some shit?
I can’t remember
The last time I fucked the world, I must’ve bust the center
I bought a crib and set that bitch on top of Mt. Olympus
When you living that high up, it’s hard to see the tension
I’m only selling game, I’m all out of simping
Grip the foreign like a trophy, gotta hold it steady
Fuck your party when your confetti ain’t even heavy nigga

[Chorus]
Got the win, I want the record nigga
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy

[Verse 2]
We all off in the club like Sincere in Belly
Can’t even drink my liquor, money on my celly
Account it like you got a check, spend it when you ready
I’m giving niggas hell, pray I go to heaven
Nailing in they coffin, the cost of them being off it
Balling since Iverson crossed you
Winner’s circle, my office
Fucking off with these wins
You fucking up with this loss
Waiter forgot my season, I’m glad that they throwin’ that salt
Might just throw a toss and holla fuck it
‘Cause when your wrist game know the grip changed
Nigga buckets
Chip rain in the strip game, hoes will bust it
Snakes come, chop they heads off
Kobe clutching on a meal ticket
Motherfuck you if you feel different
I caught a break, no debate, and you still fishing
The genie out the bottle and you still wishing
Know my downfall ’cause you petty

[Chorus]
Confetti ain’t even heavy nigga
Got the win, I want the record nigga
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy

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Baby – Tory Lanez feat. Dj E Feezy lyrics

Lyrics Tory Lanez – Baby

You know we had to do another one, right
Heavier the DJ E Feezy
It’s gon’ be your favourite song
You know we gotta keep it smooth and sexy for my ladies
Trust me, we got more on the way
Promise me, want make this song
Tory, talk to ’em.(baby)

Soon as we pulled up, she put purple in the cup
Rolled five in the joint, I was tryna say wassup
All my niggas in the VIP, we ain’t even need ID
Feelin’ like I’m B.I.G., yeahhh.

When there’s liquor in my cup, doe
I don’t give a f*ck, doe
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When I leave the club, doe
Knocking at your front door
Don’t know what it is doe
You know what it was doe
I’m still tryna f*ck doe
I’m still tryna f*ck so.

I’ll be the one to
Hit you late at night and freak ya body, babyyy
I wanna freak ya body, baby
Ohh, and your friend too
She lookin’ like somebody, baby
Wanna have a party, baby
Me, you and her can have a party babe.

So I hit the plug up and my nigga for the zip
I’m already on the drank, I don’t need to buy the sip
Altogether, it’s like three of us, so I might have a threesome
And I’ll just tell ’em keep f*cking, yeah.

When there’s liquor in my cup, doe
I don’t give a f*ck, doe
When I leave the club, doe
Knocking at your front door
Don’t know what it is doe
You know what it was doe
I’m still tryna f*ck doe
I’m still tryna f*ck so.

I’ll be the one to
Hit you late at night and freak ya body, babyyy
I wanna ya freaky body, baby
Ohh, and your friend too
She lookin’ like somebody, babyyy
Wanna have a party, babyyy
Me, you and her can have a party babeee.
Tory Lanez lyrics
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Vip – Mario feat. Essemm dalszoveg

Dalszoveg Mario – Vip

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP -ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

A bal kezemben Whisky, a jobb kezemben miksi
Nem kell a hiszti, csak haza akarlak vinni
Jól áll a szoknya, meg jó nagy a bullja
A fajtám nem koppan, nálad gyilkos a forma
Tetszel, kellesz! Veled este meglesz, mert kell
Megtudod hamarosan drágám, hogy milyen vagyok én
Elcsábítottál neked szól a zeném
Veszélyes a brigád, rajok vagyunk, ez a világ
A mi hibánk, utánunk futnak a gádzsik, értünk zokognak a pinák
Mert nekem is- neked is kell néha relax, sok a stressz
Menjen a dance, ma este minden lesz
Mert én vagyok neked a G-W-M, VIP és a brigád, ha nem ismered testvér a csajodat kérdezd
Raj vagyok azt csinálok amit akarok, ha bemegyek valahova tesó a buli elszabadul.

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

Hidd el vezet az utamon a szaglásom
Jó érzékem van, hogy a lány engem lásson
A vére után megyek mint egy vámpír
Már nála vagyok még mielőtt rám ír
Most itt vannak a tettek urai
“NEM BÍROK A VÉREMMEL”, mint a Burai
Nincs olyan, hogy nem leszel…
Az enyém, mikor velem elveszel
Mondtam, hogy nem a többi palid vagyok
Nem egy palimadár, aki a kalitkában ragyog
Hanem aki az éjszakában mutatja a fényeket
Nem ígérgetek, én mutatom a tényeket
Minden barátnőd rám mosolyog
De most nem érdekel más csakis a mosolyod
Sajnos örökké szeretni nem tudlak
De ígérem boldog leszel hogyha meg..

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza versuri-lyrics.info
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

Nem lehetsz Te másé, már csak az enyém
Gyere rosszlány, az este hidd el csak a tiéd
Ó várj, meglásd, hogy nem lesz mit megbánj
Szemedbe látom baba ég a tűz, az se baj hogyha rossz útra tévedünk
Gyere rázd meg a tested, a rajongód lettem, éjjel az ágyban, hagy lássam a melled!

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magaddd.
Mario dalszovegek
Video Mario

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Faith Evans – You Used To Love Me (Puff Daddy Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Puff Daddy]
This another one of them remixes
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Ha ha…that’s right
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
That’s right
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Get down, with your bad self
Get up, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Get down, with your bad self
Get up, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Get up, with your bad self
Get down, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self

[Chorus]
I remember the way you used to love me (Remix)
I remember the days you used to love me (Come on)

[Verse 1]
You don’t appreciate the time
I put into this love affair of ours, baby
I couldn’t let you walk around
Thinking it’s alright to let me down

[Chorus]
I remember the way you used to love me
(I remember, I remember)
I remember the way you used to love me
(Oh, oh)

[Verse 2]
I gave you all my precious love
And anything you wanted from me (Come on)
You didn’t hear me calling out
For your affection after all this time
(Come on)

[Rap: Puff Daddy]
On the strength, I’mma keep the faith
I got money to waste, you could stay laced
In begets, ‘cause we gets what we want, baby girl
How you feel going on a cruise around the world?
Playas be so butt they roll in an armored truck
That’s why I let friends go
And out with the Benzo, with the bulletproof windows
I remember when you used to love me
Poppin’ bubbly, hottest thing in the club, G
VIP, sippin’ Dom, Lex on my arm
‘Cause everything I make be the bomb
Rappers, singers, players, and swingers
Pinky rings on our fingers, definitely bell ringers
(That’s right, that’s right)
Living life luxurious
And I remember the ways but you still got me curious
(Bad Boy)

[Bridge]
You didn’t hear me calling out (Didn’t hear me)
And that’s not what love’s about (No, no)
I remember you used to love me
You used to love me every day (Every day, every day)
Now your love has gone away
I remember, I remember…

I remember, I remember
I remember the way you used to love me
(Repeat until end with ad-libs)

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Don Q – Protect Ya Patek (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Intro: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You better protect your Patek
This ain’t a diss or a threat
I’m talking nothing but facts
If they ain’t feeling me yet
Tell them pardon my back
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Where they hustlers and killers be at
Plus it was rats
Matter of fact
I don’t even wanna get into that

[Verse 2: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
I hope you never forget
I put my set on the jet
I can’t accept nothing less
Niggas talking about death on the net
But I don’t be checking for threats
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
So he had to dead the connect
I’m probably collecting a check
Pouring up, measuring tech
This is finesse at its best
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You tryna save her
Like you got an S on your chest
Well I got a check on my neck
I hit it one time and she called me
I never accept
I fucked her and left her depressed
Presidential on my wrist
Won’t argue with a bitch
I don’t wanna listen to that
She just took me out the VIP
And necked me in the whip
While I got a friend in the back
Like yeah

[Verse 4: Don Q]
I’m hearing rumors and gossip
They saying Q is a topic
But I just flew to the tropics
My shoes is exotic
My coupé is robotic
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
And I can’t help but address it
You see the legends, respect It
So how could you peasants neglect it
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
And I’m setting the record
It’s just me and A
We match up a check
On Pateks and we very protected

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Just me and Don
I might need another hundred on my arm
Might need another hundred on my neck
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
I think she feeling me now
But I cannot remember her name
How you my enemy now?
And before we was sharing a plate?

[Verse 6: Don Q]
None of this money get took for granted
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
They pulled me over
Tryna question me
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
Coming out dodging a felony
Bagging up work was a specialty
I’ll really kill for the legacy
I’m not your average celebrity

[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Don’t let me get outta character
We breaking all of the barriers
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
Mask on nigga scarier
Money no joke
But on my way to the bank
It be feeling hilarious
Said he a goon
If you got on a Patek
He might just go on and snatch it off

[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
We getting that 50 back
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Got some new toys for the home invaders

[Bridge: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

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Vamos – Niro feat. Ayesha Chanel paroles

Paroles Niro – Vamos

Début d’semaine, j’me barre en week-end, j’fais des sous, ma banquière a envie d’me ken
J’entends pas ses disquettes, mauvaise, telle fille, telle mère, j’veux pas qu’elle dise qu’elle m’aime
C’est vrai qu’elle est bonne et totalement folle, mais, elle fait mal au cerveau, j’éteins mon phone
Mets d’la vodka dans un pichet, d’avance, entre nous c’est fichu, j’pense qu’à la monnaie sale
Et ceux qui s’lèvent pas, ils ont rien dans la boca, j’ai un alibi, un calibre, un avocat
Au cas où ça part en couilles, on t’laisse pas l’occas’, tocard, j’ai la baraka, la vida loca, au calme
Carré VIP, magnum de champagne, j’prends un gros illet-bi, j’me barre en Espagne
Nous on va devenir riches, laisse-les, ils nous connaissent pas, j’suis en mode Avion, poto, j’ai besoin d’espace.(vamos)

Anthill sur le maillot, mes khos bibi la bayda
J’serai avec mes hermanos, para toda la vida
La vie nous fait pas d’cadeaux même si la paire est jdida
Ninõ soldado, para toda la vida.

Una vida llena de lujos que no es para ti, Vamos ! Vamos!
Nesref fel draham yo pago la cuenta del VIP
Desayuno con diamantes, joyas elegantes, viviendo la vida loca como un traficante
Nada es como antes eh, nada es como antes eh
Gasto billetes de 100, diamantes en mi sostén
Yo no necesito un ken, vamos ! Porque estoy viviendo a todo tren
Y si tu quieres juego, yo juego, y su tu tienes pego, fuego
Estoy quemando dinero, euros, me emborracho en un velero, vamos!

Anthill sur le maillot, mes khos bibi la bayda
J’serai avec mes hermanos, para toda la vida
La vie nous fait pas d’cadeaux même si la paire est jdida
Versuri-lyrics.info
Ninõ soldado, para toda la vida.

Anthill sur le maillot
Mes khos bibi la bayda
J’serai avec mes hermanos
Para toda la vida
La vie nous fait pas d’cadeaux (J’fais des sous, ma banquière a envie d’me ken)
Même si la paire est jdida (D’avance, entre nous c’est fichu, j’pense qu’à la monnaie sale)
Ninõ soldado (J’veux pas qu’elle dise qu’elle m’aime, mauvaise, telle fille, telle mère)
Para toda la vida (J’veux pas qu’elle dise qu’elle m’aime, mauvaise, telle fille, telle mère).

Anthill sur le maillot, mes khos bibi la bayda
J’serai avec mes hermanos, para toda la vida
La vie nous fait pas d’cadeaux même si la paire est jdida
Ninõ soldado, para toda la vidaaa.
Niro paroles
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Joe Budden – In My Sleep Lyrics

JOE BUDDEN
In My Sleep Lyrics

Baby girl told me in my sleep I was talkin
So it’s only natural I asked her “what I said?”
She said she woke up when she heard
But she was so damn tired she couldn’t make out a word
She said she was trying to see if eventually if I would scream the name of a bird
I told her “that’s absurd”
And then gave her the face like “word?!”
And then she replied “yeah”
Said “it was quite weird”, said she was type scared
I said “that’s the side effect that you get when you trade bad dreams for some great nightmares”
When I close my eyes, I escape the poltergeist
My escape from reality just what I needed
Brings me to a place where shorty never cheated
And even if she tried and succeeded
In this other world I wouldn’t even get heated
f**k the details, I don’t care about why
I’m chillin with my grandmother, she aint die
I was browsing online and seen Mike on that banner
And said “you can be like me and beat cancer”
Anything I touched I feel
Know its fiction but it seems so real
Was leaving out the casino with a nympho
Yes Ray it can be so simple
Here’s how I avoid problem with my kin folk
Learn how to build me a house with no win
dows.. and that’s when I think I saw a ribbon in the sky but it wasn’t from an in
tro… cuz where I’m at there’s no rumors or gossip but still got love for Miss In
fo… she said in my sleep I be laughing, but shit seem funny to me
My ice cream was 200 degrees
If it dripped I’d get a hole in my dungarees
See my animinoty is my protection
And me and hip hop have no connection
Which got me to reflecting
Is that why the mirror don’t show my reflection
When I close my eyes there’s no dollar
So we can stretch that one as an excuse
Of why folks do the things they do
Or why people act so brand new?
I had wings on flying outta prison with a ratchet
Was only there cuz someone snitched
No ones poor but no ones rich
Just my way of creeping if life’s a bitch
Took a walk on the ceiling just to get my mind right
That was yesterday… so in hindsight
Since I was able to haul off
I took it as God telling my I’ll never fall off
Got rid of the name brands and the jewelry
Most people just use it as medicine
Like it takes them somewhere they ain’t never been
But here you better off not better then
Stuck in the room with an elephant
Open the closet and dapped up my skeleton
Had a convo with a man with no ears
And all of a sudden everything became so clear
Have no fear
I just bought a first class trip to nowhere, everybody goes there
But they don’t stay the whole year,
Me I got 365 shows there
My girl said in my sleep I be walking, so I ask baby “where I go?”
She said I be walking slow,
She don’t ever wanna get outta bed so she don’t know
I went to see a man walking on water
Asked if he’d ever get things back in order
I been there two years over a quarter
But every time I open my eyes it’s like torture
He said “please I gave you a whole other world for you to go do with as you please
Just so you appeased mixed with a couple of signs bout real life while you make believe”
So I teleported outta there with a grin
Met a bum with a mansion that invited me in
Then we politiced about politics
He mentioned def jam but I ain’t acknowledge it
I went to see a virgin with AIDS, yea I thought about smashing that
Yea her ass was fat, so appealing
Tattoo on her inner thigh that said “she was doin better then she was feeling”
I think I seen shorty before, maybe in the club or something
Maybe in VIP, but wasn’t nobody there but me
And the club was all red, and she started playing with my head
And then I came
Then I asked shorty whats her name and it was weird cuz she f**ked around and disappeared
Like what a cruel joke
Cig lit but from it was no smoke
Flicked in the ashtray and seen Stack’s face
Slashed to a school hallway on a half day
Was getting chased, couldn’t tell by who
Then the hallway turned into a cliff
Screamin “piff” before I was dead
Somehow I jumped my ass up out that bed
Then baby girl told me in my sleep I was screaming
So I said “that’s a lie”
She put her right hand in the sky
And said “you was but I don’t know why”
Gotta go, goodbye..

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Young M.A – Same Set

[Intro]
It’s lit
It’s lit

[Verse 1]
Uh, red cup and the wood tip
I’m just tryna clear my mind from the bullshit
I got ninety-nine problems, money ain’t one
They be talkin’ bad bitches but I date one
Money stackin’, pistol packin’, what that talk ’bout?
Bitch I’m gettin’ forty bands on the walk out
Yeah I blew a little money but my bills paid
I woke up the next day and I’m still paid
I remember when I barely had a dollar on me
I remember ducking cops ’cause I got it on me
Went from plain gold chains, now I’m watered down
Now I drink to my success and that water brown

[Hook]
We them niggas
Always see me with the same set
We make money, we don’t make threats
While they pay attention we get pay checks
When they throwing shade we just play catch

[Verse 2]
Getting money with my set now
When I’m praying is the only time my head down
Popping bottles, I’m all wet now
Told my city I won’t let up, I won’t let down (Brooklyn)
Chain is ocky, wrist is rocky, what that talk ’bout?
I just bagged twenty bitches on the walk out
Honestly, knowing me, I won’t hit them up
And if they try to hit me up I ain’t picking up
Life was a living hell, now we living well
And we drink champagne like it’s ginger ale
And we stand on the couch while my song playin’
Up in VIP like we ain’t got no home training

[Hook]
We them niggas
Always see me with the same set
We make money, we don’t make threats
While they pay attention we get pay checks
When they throwing shade we just play catch

[Verse 3]
Bob Marleys and Gorilla Glue
Out in Cali, getting cloudy with my hitter Blue
Uh, you aight ma? yeah we good
And if I had to make a wish, I wish you niggas would
Put my Cartiers on for the shade throwers
At first they was fucking with us then they changed on us
And we right back popping and they back again
And these hoes back thotting and they back again
In the Yams with some Jordans, on our scooter bikes
They was claiming that they do it but don’t do it right
It’s not about what you got, it’s ’bout who you are
‘Cause we don’t need foreign cars to get foreign broads

[Hook]
‘Cause we them niggas
Always see me with the same set
We make money, we don’t make threats
While they pay attention we get pay checks
When they throwing shade we just play catch

[Outro]
But nah for real
We really be in the Yams on them scooter bikes bro
We got the Jordans on the back of them
And all that
Then we see these niggas comin’ down the strip in foreign cars
And we be laughin’ ’cause
When you look inside of them
It’s just niggas, no girls, niggas
Fuck outta here
We them niggas

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Same set – Young M.A lyrics

Lyrics Young M.A – Same set

Uh, red cup and the wood tip
I’m just tryna clear my mind from the bullshit
I got ninety-nine problems, money ain’t one
They be talkin’ bad b*tches but I date one
Money stackin’, pistol packin’, what that talk ’bout?
b*tch I’m gettin’ forty bands on the walk out
Yeah I blew a little money but my bills paid
I woke up the next day and I’m still paid
I remember when I barely had a dollar on me
I remember ducking cops ’cause I got it on me
Went from plain gold chains, now I’m watered down
Now I drink to my success and that water brown.(same set)

We them niggas
Always see me with the same set
We make money, we don’t make threats
While they pay attention we get pay checks
When they throwing shade we just play catch.

Getting money with my set now
When I’m praying is the only time my head down
Popping bottles, I’m all wet now versuri-lyrics.info
Told my city I won’t let up, I won’t let down (Brooklyn)
Chain is ocky, wrist is rocky, what that talk ’bout?
I just bagged twenty b*tches on the walk out
Honestly, knowing me, I won’t hit them up
And if they try to hit me up I ain’t picking up
Life was a living hell, now we living well
And we drink champagne like it’s ginger ale
And we stand on the couch while my song playin’
Up in VIP like we ain’t got no home training.

We them niggas
Always see me with the same set
We make money, we don’t make threats
While they pay attention we get pay checks
When they throwing shade we just play catch.

Bob Marleys and Gorilla Glue
Out in Cali, getting cloudy with my hitter Blue
Uh, you aight ma? yeah we good
And if I had to make a wish, I wish you niggas would
Put my Cartiers on for the shade throwers
At first they was f*cking with us then they changed on us
And we right back popping and they back again
And these h**s back thotting and they back again
In the Yams with some Jordans, on our scooter bikes
They was claiming that they do it but don’t do it right
It’s not about what you got, it’s ’bout who you are
‘Cause we don’t need foreign cars to get foreign broads.

‘Cause we them niggas
Always see me with the same set
We make money, we don’t make threats
While they pay attention we get pay checks
When they throwing shade we just play catch.

But nah for real
We really be in the Yams on them scooter bikes bro
We got the Jordans on the back of them
And all that
Then we see these niggas comin’ down the strip in foreign cars
And we be laughin’ ’cause
When you look inside of them
It’s just niggas, no girls, niggas
f*ck outta here
We them niggasss.

Directed by a piece by guy | @apiecebyguy & Young M.A.
Song Produced by Freshbeatz
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Show me – Quavo feat. Swift lyrics

Lyrics Quavo – Show me

Lil mama walked up on me started whispering to me
She telling me the freaky things she wanna do to me
She telling me she soak and wet she go wet up my sheets
I’m sorry, I can’t help it
I just rather that you show me
She gone show me, don’t tell me
Just show me, don’t tell me
Just show me and don’t tell me
Just show me, dont tell me
Just show me and don’t tell me
Just show me no don’t tell me
Just show me and don’t ell me
Just show me no don’t tell me.

Show me something ‘fore you shake something
You gone have to do it like it ain’t nothing
Saw the way I do it and you came running
See we be on a wave and the wave coming
Bottles on the pain keep the pain coming
So you got have to show me you be really bout it
We gone break a ounce down let’s get clouded
And every time I come around we just look wilder
But I can even trip cause I like that s**t
You shine like a diamond like something on a wrist
Got all dressed up just so you can come strip
If you gone show some i need more than a glimpse
Show me don’t tell me no
I was gone off that alcohol.

Lil mama walked up on me started whispering to me
She telling me the freaky things she wanna do to me
She telling me she soak and wet she go wet up my sheets
I’m sorry, I can’t help it
I just rather that you show me
She gone show me, don’t tell me
Just show meee, don’t tell me
Just show meee and don’t tell me
Just show meee, dont tell me
Just show meee and don’t tell me
Just show meee no don’t tell me
Just show meee and don’t ell me
Just show meee no don’t tell me.

I want you to show meee
I want you to show meee
That s**t you was talking bout girl ooh ya making me want ya
She said that she wet like tsunami that’s the whole damn ocean (splash)
But if I take her to the room will she really bust it open (huh)
And you know that she will ima young rich nigga worth millions (know that she will)
When I let her ride in the coupe have the sun around my goddamn ceiling (had it at the top)
And my shooter gone shoot gotta sniper at the top of the building (top of the building)
I just wanna show you f**k the whole conversation (no talkin!)
You tellin me now that you want me (want me)
Is it cause I’m in the VIP
You came in with your girlfriend who ya think ya bossin up on me
Huh No, Oh no no no versuri-lyrics.info
You talk of the game do you really wanna go for sho
Any nigga pull up on ya, I gotta keep that nigga on me
Niggas in the hood call up they sisters I dont know if they a homie.

Lil mama walked up on me started whispering to me
She telling me the freaky things she wanna do to me (Freak)
She telling me she soak and wet she go wet up my sheets
I’m sorry, I can’t help it
I just rather that you show me
She gone show meee, don’t tell me
Just show meee, don’t tell me
Just show meee and don’t tell me
Just show meee, dont tell me
Just show meee and don’t tell me
Just show meee no don’t tell me
Just show meee and don’t ell me
Just show meee no don’t tell meee.
Quavo lyrics
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Tyga – Cash Splash Nasa (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yeah, you know, they be in VIP
Drinks on me

[Pre-Chorus]
Them Club bitches, them club bitches
Club bitches, them club bitches
Have fun with ’em, and what? Wanna run with ’em
They gon’ raise our future, give love to them, show love
Club bitches, them club bitches
They just only want, what they got? Only got one wish, one wish
Have fun with us, and what? Wanna run with us
We play in the jacuzzi, we bubblin’ nigga

[Chorus]
With a quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub
Quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub

[Verse 1]
Gotta call my club bitch, she a fun bitch
She high class, not a bum bitch
She like to whip that Wraith down Sunset (Hollywood)
Been shopping all day (Beverly Hills), still ain’t done yet (for real, for real)
Giuseppe, Chanel, coochie coochie Gucci nails (for real, for real)
I’ma love ya, understand it later
Give your heart to a heartbreaker (for real, for real)
Pick a destination, pack your Marc Jacobs, it’s a vacay (for real, for real)
Call up Zaytoven (Zaytoven), in the 4×4 going crazy (skrr)

[Pre-Chorus]
Them Club bitches, them club bitches
Club bitches, them club bitches
Have fun with ’em, and what? Wanna run with ’em
They gon’ raise our future, give love to them, show love
Club bitches, them club bitches
They just only want, what they got? Only got one wish (one wish)
Have fun with us, and what? Wanna run with us
We play in the jacuzzi, we bubblin’ nigga

[Chorus]
With a quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub
Quarter million cash in the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I’m out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub

[Verse 2]
Gotta call my club bitch, them club bitches
We gon’ hit the Bay, then what? Go dumb with it (go dumb)
When she in LA, she gon’ dodge a nigga
Yeah, club bitches, MIA, let the sun hit ’em
Have fun with ’em, and what? Wanna run with ’em
They gon’ raise our future, give love to them, show love
Club bitches, them club bitches
We play in the jacuzzi

[Outro]
Oh, woah
Cash splash NASA
Oh, woah
Cash splash NASA
Oh, woah

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Lit – Steve Aoki feat. Yellow Claw lyrics

Lyrics Yellow Claw – Lit

Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our s**t, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go.

It’s Gucci Mane in this b*tch, and yeah, it’s liiit, hella liiit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow b*tch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this s**t, you too borin’ for the b*tch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip.

They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the s**t
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get liiit.

I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top .. s**t in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci.

They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah versuri-lyrics.info
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the s**t
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get littt.
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Snoop Dogg – Transition

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

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Snoop Dogg – Transition Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

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Juicy J – No Look

[Intro]
Ay man, I’ma tell you some real shit
Niggas love ratchet pussy
I’m tellin’ you man
Niggas don’t be wantin’ no good shit man
They like to chase these hoes, spend they money and shit

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Verse 1]
Me and Pat started in the trap
Showed my niggas how to rap
We was in the studio e’rryday gettin’ to it, e’rrbody had them a strap
E’rrbody had them a zip
I was gettin’ top in the whip
Butt naked hoes everywhere do a line of that shit now them hoes wanna strip
Used to keep 50 in the clip
Now I get 50 just to sit up in the VIP
Bitch I don’t want no lip
‘less you finna put it on the tip
I can’t find this paper in a book
I get chose by hoes, one look
I get chose, I ain’t even been around
That’s what we call no look

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Verse 2]
Bankroll lookin’ like a Bible
I be lookin’ like a nigga idol everyday
Can’t ride my wave like a tidal
Flooded out the Rolly, put the diamonds in the face
No look call me CP
Bitch on me like a glove no GP, (whoa)
She gon’ show me love off the [?] (smash)
Played that ho like a motherfuckin’ CD
Niggas wanna be me
Then they find out this pimpin’ ain’t easy
Shoes on 4G’s, no 4LTE I’m blessed not holy
I can’t trust these bitch ass niggas that be workin’ with the police
Shorty come get these nuts in your mouth, then you ride like a pony

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

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Steve Aoki – Lit (feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

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Chief Keef – Grab A Star (Thot Breaker Album)

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

[Verse]
These bitches love Turbo and I love the purple
I ball, Taj Gibson, baby boy, you look so fertile
These bitches love Otto, their mouths be wide o-pen
Been gettin’ it since snot nose, I was open and then I closed
These bitches love Chief Lo, but I’m not so sweet though
And she is a freak though, I put her to sleep though
These hoes love Almighty, like Disney loved Miley
Her boyfriend is spying, she’s like, "you have to hide me"
These bitches love me, that’s all I can see
I’m so obsessed with me, I be all I can be
I don’t see brown or white, all I see is green
To count all this cash, I might need a team

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

[Verse 2]
Ooh, my car so retarded, the bitch just farted
Pulled off like skrt, VIP access, I ain’t gotta park it
All these darts on me no Walmart, will never fuck with Target
And I’m sipping, but I can’t stop, I can’t be hardened
These bitches love Big Gucci So, but I’m no rooty tooty though
Don’t want [?], all you can know
Row row ya boat, that’s all you can roll
I’m stuffing these cones like an audience clones
And I’m not really into mannequin though
But I’m somewhere in the Madigan dough
But I walk around like a manikin though
Now yo bitch on the way
She want this on me
But she’s listening, can a bitch hold me?
You can be lactose, still can’t shit on me
Do the whole 200 on dash, with a 150 [?]

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

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Jasmin Jusic – Kralj Diskoteka

Kralj sam diskoteka, djuskaj…
kralj sam diskoteka

Uspio sam u zivotu
Bog mi dao sve
i sto moze da se kupi
ruke zarade

Kabrio, dzip, limuzina
sve po potrebi
al’ ustvari sto mi treba
to si samo ti

[REF.]
Kralj sam diskoteka
svuda VIP
sve se meni nude
samo neces ti

Kralj sam diskoteka
a trosit’ nemam s kim
reci mi sve zelje, maco
da ti ispunim

Uspio sam u zivotu
Bog mi dao sve
i sto moze da se kupi
ruke zarade

Prada, Gucci i Armani
po mjeri mi kroje
a ja oko struka samo
zelim ruke tvoje

[REF.]
Kralj sam diskoteka
svuda VIP
sve se meni nude
samo neces ti

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Tech N9ne – Mo’ Ammo (feat. Murs & Rittz) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

[Verse 1: Murs]
I’m in my bass pro camo, lookin’ like a Rambo
Military sack strapped with some Roman candles
I’m ’bout to light it up like it’s Independence Day
I do it underground, that’s the independent way
I got a dinner date, I’m ten minutes late
With this chick that I met up on the internate
I mean the internet, I mean that fucking app
I mean a meth head, I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)
No, what the fuck is that?
I met her at a show (oh)
I’m like Jeezy, selling tickets like it’s fucking snow
Or like I’m Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I’ll be Goddamned
You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand?
I mean a stream is just a dream unless you’re front row
A million views, we lookin’ good, but no dough
I’m in the booth whippin’ merch like I’m in the kitchen
Strange Music going stupid, it’s your new addiction

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[Verse 2: Rittz]
Look, if you ain’t gave me my props yet, you late as fuck
I like to think that I’m top five like Jada does
Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns
And counting so much money that my fingertips got paperc uts
You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
Can’t you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
We fucked and now it turned into a weekly visit
Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing
And she mean business, she says she love to ride it all night
I really get head and she got suction like a Dyson Upright
I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
She open wide and sat still
I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that’s what I call a gag reel
Again and again we win, while all you do is catch L’s
My father ain’t a farmer but his son became a cash cow
Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a black belt
Should’ve packed, yeah
Go back on my double time shit and I bet you I spazz out

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Growed with killas who rolled with Milla’s
Some soulless niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
Popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
These roguish wishes is so ridiculous
Bogus bitches you Ho’s fictitious and Low wit glitches
The Dough made you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I’m bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
My rap assignment give the industry an alignment rapper’s ain’t goin straight no mo’
Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I’m gon’ design it to make mo’ dough shake mo Ho’s hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
Cause I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
Tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
Now I’m about to go Rambo packin’ mo’ ammo nigga!

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

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Take A Mic – Interlude (Boite Noire Album)

[Intro]
Han, c’est magique
Toujours la même recette l’ami
Shabz, Take

[Couplet 1]
J’me fais rare comme une meuf bien sur les réseaux sociaux
J’avance avec le même blaze, avec les mêmes cas sociaux
J’vais tout niquer sur Paris, on parle de moi à Sochaux
Les rappeurs font les bandits, ils peuvent pas payer l’eau chaude
Avant, elle m’voyait comme une merde, maint’nant j’suis Papi Chulo
Les deux pieds sur terre en mode avion, salope j’ai du boulot
C’est dur d’essuyer des erreurs quand t’es au bout du rouleau
On est installé dans le VIP, ta sœur veut boire au goulot
Tu vois les Gucci, tu crois qu’j’ai moins d’soucis
Incompris, mais j’demande pas d’sous-titre
Insoumis, chez nous y’a pas d’sous-fifre
Instinct d’survie, on t’nique ta grand-mère sur l’vif
J’suis en tête d’affiche et dans les grandes boutiques
La plaquette de mon poto quand t’allumes ton stick
Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
Fais voir ton cul, j’ai envie d’niquer
Ramenez-moi au stud’, j’ai envie d’kicker
L’hiver en bas des blocs, on sait pas skier
Les sales gosses ont d’l’argent sale parce que c’est stylé
J’suis acteur principal, ils préfèrent Sauvez Willy
Comme B-2-o-b-a, j’vais dans ta mère en wheeling
J’me fais per-pom dans l’bolide, elle met les warnings
Tu peux être sûr qu’on s’arrêtera pas tant qu’on est pas winner
J’vois même pas passer l’heure

[Pont] x2
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ça change rien, j’les allume

[Couplet 2]
Aucun BPM me résiste, j’écris sans la résine
Mes lèvres donnent le tempo, et c’est mon cerveau qui rédige
Mes textes, des fiches techniques, suivi par des bad bitchs
J’te donne les répliques et j’me fais per-pom dans la régie
On fait pas la course avec un moteur en sous-régime
On connait la rue, ils révisent, on en perd du temps à rêver
Le premier qu’on a servi, c’était pas l’premier arrivé
Les derniers sont les premiers, j’m’en bats les couilles d’la ligne d’arrivée
Ta meuf, c’est une pute avec des dossiers compressés
Givenchy, j’suis décomplexé
Tiens l’bracelet "backstage accès"
Biatch, c’est ton jour d’essai
Oh les mythos, ils sont dans l’excès, j’les entends parler d’drive-by en Lexus
D’espèces et de grosses villas, à part Phillipp Plein, tu connais pas l’luxe
Au comico’, tu connais la combine, nie
Dis riens sur le plan qu’on a combiné
J’suis dans un hôtel cinq étoiles et j’écris après minuit
En attendant qu’elle vienne boire au robinet
J’suis talentueux mais j’veux pas m’éteindre comme Robinho
J’parle dans ma tête à mon binôme
Les rappeurs d’aujourd’hui, ils alignent même pas six mots
T’as pas le niveau de mes démos
T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots
T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots, envoie

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Take A Mic – Planning (Boite Noire Album)

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

[Couplet 1]
J’suis prêt, faut qu’ça dure
J’compte plus les MCs qu’j’ai abattu
La street et la hype m’ont entendu, paire de McQueen sur le bitume
Meuf, j’peux pas répondre au tel, j’suis booké
Tes ch’veux frisés me laissent pas anodins mais j’ai mille et un projets à boucler
Cesse de bouder, fais à bouffer
Élégant quand on sort, j’ai explosé tout mon budget
On met les gants quand tu dors
Un coup d’feu dans le VIP, c’est une soirée arrosée
Parle à mon manager, c’est 2 000 balles juste pour la demie-heure
Monnaie dans ma tête, monnaie dans mon cœur
Le flow d’un rappeur, le swag d’un rockeur

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

[Couplet 2]
Y’a rien qui change
Si j’fais du blé, démarre la caisse et j’vais m’perdre au milieu des Champs
Faut saisir ta chance, à part les envieux, les haineux, rien d’bien méchant
Sur la tournée, ta chienne est détournée, faut bien remplir la chambre, nan ?
Choisis ton camp, la concur’ ils sont pas à l’heure où j’te parle, j’ai de l’or sur les dents
Y’en a qui regrettent et qui retournent leur veste car j’suis plus sur le banc
J’augmente le niveau, et les meufs et le rap c’était bien mieux avant, nan ?

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

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Yung Tory & Lil Durk – Run It Up

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
So you should let me hit it ya
I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
She gave her number but I didn’t call
She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
I just play my part
Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
Put that on my son
Ay, I’mma keep my gun
Ay, bitch I’m not the one
Ay, shootouts do not want one
Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
Finessin’ til the weed gone
I got my dick eaten on
Yea, yeah yeah
Get some head inside the car
Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
Shit, and that goes all on mars
She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Outro: Yung Tory]
Yeah I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Yeah yeah
Yeah I’m yo’ father
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah

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Natasha Bedingfield – Let Go

I have to keep reminding myself
I’m not like anyone else
That’s my face on my ID
That makes me VIP
No one exactly like this
No one with my finger prints
No one can touch you like me
No I can’t fake what you see

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
You start with little changes till you don’t know who you are
Surround yourself with friends who only call you Superstar
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Ready steady, ready let’s go!
But you don’t know who you are

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

All the things I held in my fist
If I don’t let go I don’t exist
They become the things that define me
How I look and the things to buy me
That’s not important anymore
I feel me rising off the floor
Light as a feather
I’m carefree
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
It seems to me that’s so heavy and weighs you down like lead
Don’t wanna be someone I hate cause that don’t make no sense, no

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
(Ready set, ready let’s go)

Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
I’m free as a spirit

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Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby

Yo, VIP, let’s kick it!

Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye
The kid don’t play
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
I’m tryin’ to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ’s say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Yo man, let’s get out of here
Word to your mother

Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold