Cardi B – With That lyrics

[Hook]
Hundred band, hundred band
I’m ’bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man
They fuck with my shmoney I’m sending them shots I watch them do the running man
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
He just want to splurge and its ok I’m so cool with that
5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I’m so cool with that
Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that
Pussy got him on the jugg he gonna re-up and come right back

[Verse 1]
No I’m not cool, ’cause bitch I’m bool
And I’m been jacking that ever since school
So don’t be a fool
Run up on me got mechanics with tools
And they ain’t scared to lose
They had me on snooze
Now when I host it’s is a zoo
When the host is a zoo
Got me a check I got a check
Feeling so blessed
Doing a lot more than what they expect
I’m in my prime everything in effect
And I’m so cool with that
This hustle not new to that
Sell out these spots got ’em thinking like who did that
This new bitch from the Bronx
The one that you slept on for so long so cool all that, cool all that

[Hook]
Hundred band, hundred band
I’m ’bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man
They fuck with my shmoney I’m sending them shots I watch them do the running man
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
He just want to splurge and its ok I’m so cool with that
5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I’m so cool with that
Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that
Pussy got him on the juug he gon’ re-up and come right back

[Verse 2]
He want to dab in this pussy but I don’t think he get the picture
He ask me what I want I tell him, make me look like Sub-Zero sister
I’m talking that ice, just ignore the price or I might just dismiss ya
Don’t do broke niggas, ain’t no joke nigga ’cause the pussy delicious
Bitches mad at me cause I’m on my shit
I know they doubted me cause I used to strip
Blew on IG on some regular shit, then she to TV on some degular shit
When I pull up on that bitch for talking that shit amnesia kick in and I swear they forget
Then I think to myself they ain’t fuck with my money then I keep it pushing watch out lil’ bitch

[Hook]
Hundred band, hundred band
I’m ’bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man
They fuck with my shmoney I’m sending them shots I watch them do the running man
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
He just want to splurge and its ok I’m so cool with that
5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I’m so cool with that
Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that
Pussy got him on the jugg he gon’ re-up and come right back

Cardi B – Pull Up lyrics

[Hook]
Hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face

[Verse 1]
No, I don’t think they know
They don’t know how this go
They think I’m broke
What a fuckin’ joke
When I walk in the door, I gets my dough
Then a bitch get low
I used to kill them poles, now I kill them shows
They don’t like my growth, well fuck ya hoes
Yeah, ’cause all my bitches that be gettin’ with me
If I put a fifty, they gon’ put a fifty
Every night, ask Sue’s rendezvous
It was Kita, Sweetness, and Ashanti with me
I had to go get it on some real shit
If you a real bitch ,you gon’ feel this
Every single nigga that came my way
I finesse and juug on some ill shit
So much people think they know my pussy
But no one can say they fucked
Please show me hoe facts
Name-drop, round ’em up
That bum bitch like to run her mouth
I swear to God I’ma lay her out
When I catch you on the side of town
My Guiseppe heels gonna stomp you out
I’m tired of playin’, I’m tired of playin’
I’ma give you hell, you gon’ think I’m Satan
I see you mad ’cause I’m ’bout to have this whole shit on lock
Incarceration
Someone gave you wrong information
You try to play me, that’s confirmation
But it’s all good ’cause when you see my face
Shit don’t come out like it’s constipation

[Pre-Hook]
You stuck, bitch, yeah
I know it sucks, bitch, yeah
Pull up, bitch, yeah
Like wassup, bitch, yeah

[Hook]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie

[Verse 2]
Let’s go, I mean come on now, who you tryna flex for?
Why you actin’ like I won’t leave you down in the ground?
But you knew what it was from the get-go
That Cardi on some new shit
Get that money then I go flip
Some people think I’m just a dumb bitch
If that was true I wouldn’t have shit, yeah
Bronx bitch ’til the day I die
I did my dirt and I ain’t gotta lie
You can talk crazy on IG
But when I run up, let them hands fly
I don’t fuck around with no fuckin’ clowns
Any niggas with me, they fuckin’ hounds
Any bitches with me, they fuckin’ down
So if you really ’bout it, then pull up now

[Pre-Hook]
You stuck, bitch, yeah
I know it sucks, bitch, yeah
Pull up, bitch, yeah
Like wassup, bitch, yeah

[Hook]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie

Wale – Complicated Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Let’s be honest, shorty
I got bitches, you got niggas, don’t be modest, shorty
Complicated but simple, I don’t know how to call it
I be smoking you be drinkin’, we both tired of fallin’ in lust
I can’t find nobody, I can zone out and can talk to
I don’t want no wifey, don’t get mad if I don’t call you
Get you Chanel shit, from what they gave me at this walk through
I can tell you ain’t had nobody to give your all to
Understand I’m street as fuck, might get you a beamer truck
I was taught just throw some bread, every time I seen a duck
Grippin’ and I keep it tucked, she felt it while she huggin’ me
Am I happy to see you, nah, this shit help me move comfortably
Sit you down in front of me, massage you like I love your soul
You sleep all up under me, I treat you like the one I chose
It’s complicated, your momma hate it, I get inside, you say I’m amazin’
Fresh out the shower, I probably taste it, no conversation
What is love when you lustin’, afraid of trust and you either fuckin’ or fussin’
I never happen to rush it, that make ’em come fuck the function up
That’s why I got no connections, just chicks that wanna fuck
Then argue, I don’t love enough, make sure I pick some rubbers up
Kyrie don’t need no sisters, probably only make women
My past chicks is forbidden, from livin’ this life with me
You might of came to studios but you ain’t write for me
You only watch me pour my lean, ain’t sip no Sprite with me
She got ass, look at her face, my niggas’ hypin’ me
Still can’t take this ride with me, I think about you, while I’m fuckin’ her
It’s complicated, I’m tellin’ on myself, won’t say another word

[Verse 2: Wale]
It’s complicated to find a lady in my generation
That’s not preoccupied with social clout
We almost fazing out from the high we get from love and conversation
To go on IG galavanting for likes and shit, oh, it’s complicated
I’m tryna say I need loyalty like Clyde Barrow was tryna get
When Bonnie was shot up riding shotgun with him
My problems are justified but, I gotta admit
I got someone who loves me so effortless
But, I’m so messed up from another chick I feel like such a bitch ass nigga
That my exes got the power with no effort to decline the next shawty I get
So, I’m guarded and shit
But, never mind that ’cause you’re a goddess and shit
What I’m tryna say is I like you but it’s complicated
Foundation on all my pillows, still your tender face is flawless when the sky kiss you
Should I bury you in compliments or buy gifts or
Just let you tell me bye and for that time I’ll miss you
My life is fairly complicated
You show too much of your heart I promise they confiscate it
I am young, black, and accomplished baby but
I’m not the type to bring home to mama, I’m just crazy
‘Cause I’m broad crazy, monogamy’s kind of hard for me
When I start throwing them curves that’s when they caught feelings
I got famous at a young age, I’m spoiled
I get paid, don’t go out so the club scene I’m bored of
I don’t believe in unicorns nor pure love, but more so the latter, seen Porzingis from courtside
I got missed calls from porn stars and church girls
You’d be surprised who get the wildest and squirt more

[Bridge]
Let’s be honest shawty
I got bitches you got niggas don’t be modest shawty
Don’t care about your IG pictures I don’t follow anyway
‘Cause, if I really like you I don’t like your pictures, dig it?

[Verse 3]
I believe that love is complicated at best
And at it’s worst it’s a permanent burning in your chest
I pray to earn that from somebody someday
But, somehow someway, I no longer have a heart to invest
It’s miles away, the smiles is fake and my job ain’t real
Why would you think I’ll find a woman who is?
I’m high today, tomorrow I’m chill ’cause my job get real
What mature woman would put up with my shit?
I mean I’m damaged goods
I mean, I’m rather good at being just kind of good to women who deserve more from me
But, I see you as something more than a purring kitty
You hate my state of mind, somehow you think the world of me

[Outro]
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
Just be honest shawty
I got bitches you got niggas don’t be modest shawty
Don’t care about your IG pictures I don’t follow anyway
‘Cause if I really like you I won’t… fuck it
Block all them bitches, ’cause it’s complicated

MoneyBagg Yo – Break Da Internet

[Intro]
I walk and talk like a check my nigga, like
Don’t slip on the drip
Error, error, she might fuck around and crash, hahaha

[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

[Verse 1]
Ayy my bitch look like a Kardash’
She trippin’, all in the car mad (why?)
Keep bringin’ up hoes from the past
I told her shut up and bought her a bag (lil bitch)
Then I proceed to get to the cheese
My pockets on full but my tank on E
I walk around with all this goddamn money
I don’t need no teller, got the bank on me (hey)
They like how I’m dressin’ (I’m dressin’, I’m stylin’)
Racks bleu cheese (racks blue, ooh)
Water, water on me (swim and splash)
These blue seas (ocean)
Yellow my diamonds, they butter (ugh)
I’m in the coupe with the cutter
Nut on her face, I’ma slut her (ugh)
Then celebrate to her brother (hah)
I got my name out the concrete (concrete)
You in the back like the carseat (pussy)
Paint you a picture, artist
Might show my bitch on my IG (hey)
She topped me out of a knapsack (hey)
These bitches poison, anthrax (hey)
I want that cap like a snapback (ugh)
Let me record it on Snapchat (snap)

[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

[Verse 2]
I might just make her my missus (wifey)
Get her some ass and some titties (surgery)
Then I’ma Rollie her wrists (bust down)
I’ll have her shit on these bitches (ugh)
She want the dick from the front (front)
She gon’ make your boy give her the junk
He can’t make a hit like a blunt (so what?)
So he tryin’ publicity stunt
I know that you notice me (notice me)
These bitches all over me like I was Jodeci (singer)
Got the stick in the coat with me (coat with me)
It ain’t no foldin’ me, it ain’t no ho in me
I’ma break the social sites, ridin’ in a creature, parasite
Look how my teeth flare at night
Ruger, NuNu, scary sight (bop bop)

[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

G Herbo – Sins Lyrics

[Intro]
I speak the truth, I live the truth, I respect the truth
I respect the grind man
Niggas who be they self you try to force yourself upon some shit that you ain’t and you never been
I just can’t relate to it, look

[Verse 1]
The rap game kill niggas, literally
It turn gangstas into drag queens
They look down on workin’ hard like it’s a bad thing
Shit I’m the last man standin’ if you ask me
I was just broke not long ago, it feel like last week
Remember niggas in they Benz’s ridin’ past me
I never hated, used to see that shit as motivation
And I was lost up in the streets, I needed navigation
Ain’t wanna be no doctor, lawyer, ended up a patient
Young nigga said, “Fuck Jordans” went and copped a Sauer
Ruth’s Chris three times a week, I got tired of Goya
I’m from Chiraq but I got killa niggas in the Nola
Go get that money for tomorrow, fuck who did before ya
Don’t put yo focus in this bitches, they just gone destroy ya
Don’t put ya trust up in these niggas, man fuck these niggas
Cause when you ain’t so beneficial they stop fuckin’ witcha

[Hook]
That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
No we don’t do no Twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

[Verse 2]
Can you break down your whole grind, and still keep it brief?
Instead of tellin’ Instagram what you make a week?
Ten-thou’, twenty-thou’ that’s what you make a week?
On my mother, fly nigga, spend that shit on briefs
Fifty for a pack of three? I spend that shit on tees
Fifty-thou’, hunnid-thou’? I spend that shit on jeans
Stunt on me? Lil nigga please, I do this shit with ease
A thousand on my G-Fazo’s I don’t do Giuse’s (Giuseppes)
Still 1500 for my jeans, bitch I love the B’s (I love Balmain)
200 for my Backwoods, you know we smokin’ P’s (Postooo!)
But I ain’t tryna stunt my nigga, run it up, Imma run it up
Tryna see 30 with a hunnid-mill, boy I pray to God I don’t fuck it up
Couple hunnid-thou’, I done fucked it up
Went and got it back told myself “enough”
Had to slow down I was in a rush
Two or three hunnid’ always in the cuffs
Spent 500 when I woke up
Young nigga living I ain’t give a fuck
Spent 10 thou’ like it wasn’t nun
Remember them days I ain’t have nun
Slide in them foreigns totin’ them thirties nigga, we slidin’ always stunting
Don’t IG none of our cars, can’t let niggas know how we comin’
But niggas know how we comin’
No Limit M.B. we drummin’
Pull up, everybody start runnin’, know foenem gone hit sumn’
I ain’t worried bout none of my enemies, I know I’m gone hit sumn’
I’m on defense, keep that thang wit me, gotta keep on gettin this money
But I know I’m on my way to better days
Some niggas hatin’ they wanna see me in my grave
Let me keep that .40, wanna see me in a cage
I jumped off that porch, and knew what was comin I seen it in so many ways
But I knew how to handle myself in the streets I can’t let that shit drive me insane
On the 8 we on point for the opps in the morning been at war for so many days
In the cut wit that bitch gotta watch for the Jakes, jumping and hopping the fence
50 shots and we bang, “Jumpout” the Gang, hop out the car wit them tents
And my niggas, they still in the hood everyday
Bitch I’m the only one traveling, tried to tell em to come on the road
All the time, they just wanna stay in the trap wit it. (Haann)

[Hook]
That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
No we don’t do no twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

[Outro]
150 Dream Team the Campaign man
I’m focused full fledged, you know what I’m saying
Just on my shit, I ain’t too much
Anticipating all this other shit
What niggas got going on
I’m just on my own shit man
Big G Herbo, you already know what it is

Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

Lil Reese & Tee Grizzley – Ready 4 Real

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Bro in the back and he loading the steel
He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
Cause I know that he tryna kill
You niggas playin’, ain’t ready to die
Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin’ bitches, when I say I’m ridin’ with the twins
Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin’ cameras, when I say I’m ridin’ with the lens

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Off the lean and the drink that’s a pour-up (pour up)
.40 on a nigga when we roll up (roll up)
Can’t control us (nah)
Smokin’ on the opp when we roll up (roll up)
Shit got tough I ain’t fold up (fold up)
Stackin’ all this money from the floor up (floor up)
Still in the hood and I blew up (blew up)
300 with me and I roll up (roll up)
Me and Tee Grizzley won’t slow up (nah)
Too much money can’t control us (nah)
Too many young niggas rollin’ (rollin’)
All of these young niggas blowin’ (blowin’)
All of these hoes be goin’ (goin’)
All my guns they blowin’ (blowin’)
I remember I ain’t had none (none)
Young nigga I ain’t had none (none)
Tryna turn none into some (some)
Me know I’ma make some (make some)
Me know I’ma take some (take some)
Me know I’ma shake some (shake some)
Get caught don’t say none (none)
Most of them gon say some
Chill ‘fore lil bro fade some
I caught the chills when he shot the mac
Shit gon happen then it’s that (then it’s that)
Knew I’m gon ride for my set (you know it)
Smokin’ on loud that’s a fact (dope)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Niggas only thugs on the net (on the what)
Before I got verified, I had a check
A-R pistol make a mess of your flesh
2,000 pills, turn around with them racks (them racks)
I’m strapped, he strapped too (strapped too)
Blow strapped, Reese strapped too (glizzy’s)
Manny strapped cause niggas fu (boy)
Don’t let IG get you blew (bitch)
Watch me go in for the kill (for the kill)
Go anywhere cause I’m trill (I’m trill)
Ice hit in the dark cause it’s real (it’s ice)
Watch who you shoot they’ll tell (what)
Don’t give a fuck about 12 (naw)
Got niggas locked up in cells (free the real)
So don’t think that you safe in jail
Don’t say free bruh if you ain’t send no mail (bitch)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Bro in the back and he loading the steel
He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
Cause I know that he tryna kill
You niggas playin’, ain’t ready to die
Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin’ bitches, when I say I’m ridin’ with the twins
Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin’ cameras, when I say I’m ridin’ with the lens

Cardi B Blast King Yella Amidst Offset Beef

Cardi B has had enough of King Yella speaking bad on her name.

Over the past week, Chicago rapper King Yella has been slandering Cardi B on social media telling his fans that he got with her before she was famous and even before she hooked up with Offset. Dancehall HipHop reported last week that Offset called up Yella on FaceTime and threatened to put hands on him if he doesn’t leave his girlfriend alone and as expected that threatened was not taken seriously.

Cardi B is now speaking up for herself and not only did she denied having anything serious with him in the past, she also claimed that she only knows King Yella as an acquaintance of her ex-fiance Tommy. You can watch the expletives laced video clip she posted on IG below. Bottom line is, Bardi says she never indulged in anything inappropriate with the Chicago rapper who has been posting photos of them together on his IG profile.

Offset is reportedly very angry with Yella for talking smack about Cardi B and things could escalate into a full-on feud that could play out in the streets.

#cardib exposes #kingyella for flexing like he smashed her when he didn’t

A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akadmiks) on Jan 11, 2018 at 3:28pm PST

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MoneyBagg Yo – Ocean Spray

[Verse 1]
The coup came with a masseuse (Why you say that?)
That mean a masseuse massage me (yeah)
The bitch on IG with you (where she at now?)
With me now [?]
In the club i’m scraping the booth (VIP)
My glock on defense, it guard me
Pass the sprite imma pour me a deuce (activate)
25 for a pint, what they charge me
Speaking in the streets man I’m deep in (deep in)
I told my bitch she can’t be friends
That pussy a house go to sleep in
Dripping that sauce like i’m leaking
When she want it she demand it
She a lil savage like Randy (Randy)
You might get shot if I panic
I do my trick then I vanish (gone)
All of that 12 talking, it don’t move me
I’m over my head, my dawg, my Scooby
She text me here big head like i’m Stewie
I told her go fuck me good for some Louis
He got in that water Titanic (What happened?)
Left his ass slumped like [?]
I come and Debo some shit like i’m shook
You say you riding, that’s understood
I left some real niggas in the hood
I bring a mob with me if I could
How did this ever come to child support
What makes you think I don’t fuck with my lil boy
I can’t believe it like Ripleys
I’m getting molested by triplets
If you ain’t straight, keep your distance
Can’t stand the rain like Missy (Elliot)

[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now

[Verse 2]
I’m the one who keep the skreet button
Cheat code I got the easy button
These niggas left when they thought I was struggling
These bitches love me cuz they know I’m thugging (for sure)
She said she cry every night by my [?]
Tell her thank you I don’t appreciate it
I just want to burn your head, yeah and cremate you baby
I don’t want your relay
[?] told me they was plotting on me
Want to see me fall like the new year ball
Got to move like the president
And then second thought, I won’t move at all (What you doing?)
I’m smoking backwoods
Counting off backends so far I counted off 120
You talking all this shit, you ain’t about nun of this
I want all smoke 420
Ain’t no more [?] on my wave
I got the juice Ocean Spray
I put the dick in her face
I cannot save her like Mase
The bag getting bigger and bigger
No more time for these bitch ass niggas
Broke ass rappers and fake ass killers
No more sleeping on me, give me that pillow

[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now

Tamar Braxton Deletes Instagram Denies Being Back With Vincent Herbert

Tamar Braxton went lights out on Instagram after denying that she is back with her estrange husband Vincent Herbert.

The R&B singer was spotted on Tuesday arriving at the LAX with Herbert and their son and that triggered rumors that they are back together. Tamar quickly took to her Instagram to shot down the reports that she is back with her ex after getting him arrested on Christmas Day. She claim that the arrest was caused by a heated argument due to jealousy and intoxication. Fast forward to the second day in the new year and they were spotted traveling together like most civilize family do.

“NOPE! Sorry! Not together but since the craziness the other day, we DID agree to create a better environment for son!!” she wrote on IG. “P.s. we also agreed not to speak on this anymore in public after this! My son can read and he’s not dumb #2018goals #praymystrengthinthelord.”

After writing that on Instagram she then deleted her account. If you go on her profile on IG this is the page you will come across “user not found.” Perhaps a social media break is the best thing for her right now because you just can’t stop the media from writing about your personal life as a celebrity.

#TamarBraxton confirms that she and #VinceHerbert are not together, but they are creating a better environment for their son (view earlier post)

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Tamar Braxton Exposed Vincent Herbert After Arrest On Christmas

Tamar Braxton and Vincent Herbert divorce is turning into one messy reality TV show.

The R&B singer took to social media last night where she blasts her soon to be ex-husband Vincent Herbert for allegedly getting another woman pregnant and also assaulting her. The music executive was arrested on Christmas Day for spousal assault and has since been released on a $20,000 bond. Tamar Braxton has since clarified the arrest saying it was not from physical abuse, but more from alcohol intoxication and jealousy.

In a statement posted on her Instagram page, Braxton exposed her baby daddy for having another baby with a woman she called the “wh*re.” “Vincent Herbert is Having a baby and his Wh*re decided to let me know about it tonight,” she wrote on IG. “That stupid broke ass wh*re should check public records on Christmas before she goes through with it!! He called back (despite of his protection order) begging and lying…..like he’s hanging out with joe and Rocxi (from BET) oh yeah.. that’s creditable.. no shade.. however, before u judge me know the FACTS!! He’s a real piece of work!”

Tamar Braxton told her fans that 2018 will be a clean fresh start for her and Vincent Herbert will not be a part of her life in the new year. The singer separated from her husband of nine years and filed for divorce back in October of this year. Braxton’s mother recently went public saying that she feared the Herbert would hurt her daughter leaving fans to believe that he is physically abusing her. Because of that assessment, when news of his Christmas Day arrest surfaced online, hardly anyone was too surprised about it, but fortunately, no one was physically hurt.

Vincent Herbert has not responded to the allegations from Tamar, but he did deny her mother’s abuse claims.

Yikes this tea hunty! #TamarBraxton #VincentHerbert

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Future – Hate In Your Soul

[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

Cardi B and Offset Turning Up On Instagram Live Amidst Cheating Scandal

Cardi B and Offset are unbothered by the cheating reports.

The two love birds were on Instagram Live turning on Christmas while everyone else were on Twitter discussing his alleged cheating scandal. Last weekend hackers started leaking explicit videos of Cardi B online and also a video allegedly of Offset with another woman in a hotel room. Sources say the video clip was recorded back in September around the time that the Migos rapper cheated. Other sources are calling the video bogus saying that its not Offset since the clip never show his face, but you can see a thick female parading in the hotel room in her birthday suit.

There were some talks that the pair have broken up again but this video clip pretty much clear that rumor up. We’re told that the spent Christmas together with their families and the two were laughing at the Twitter firestorm cause by the leaked videos. Cardi B went on IG Live last night showing her fans Offset dry humping her. “I don’t got no more in me left you got to give me a whole hour,” she said jokingly.

This is the second time that Cardi B and Offset are getting caught up in breakup rumors over the last few months. Sources are now saying that haters are trying to tear them apart and last weekend Bardi rant in a video posted on IG that things have been going so good for her that she is expecting something bad to happen. “A lot of good things been happening to me ya’ll, it has been so good like you know my career, I got a good azz family, and I am so thankful,” she said in the clip while breaking down into tears. She is absolutely right, it’s been one heck of a year for Cardi B.

#cardib and #offset were on ig live turning up last night. Looks like they r unfazed by cheating rumors

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Cardi B and Offset May Have Broken Up Again After Hackers Leaked Video Of Him Cheating

Cardi B and Offset may have broken up again after hackers leaked videos of the Migos rapper cheating.

Back in October, Cardi B dumped Offset after rumors started circulating that he had cheated on her. There were also some chatters that she may have broken up with him to rekindle her relationship with her ex-boyfriend. Turns out that was not the case after the pair quickly patched things up and within a few more days they got engaged. Now there might be more trouble in paradise.

Sources told Dancehall HipHop that hackers got into Offset’s iCloud account and uncovered a bunch of photos and videos including nude photos of Cardi B. We’re told that the hackers have been sending content to the “Bodak Yellow” rapper including a video of her fiance and another woman inside a hotel. The video appears to be recorded from back in September around the time that the Migos rapper allegedly cheated on her. Over the weekend, Cardi B posted some cryptic messages on Twitter and Instagram telling her fans that she is emotionally and thanking them for their support.

“I’m emotional today guys ..It’s a weird feeling of happy and sad but I’m not sad. Im just real grateful that you guys been supporting my new record .Its a good feeling after people constantly discourage you .You guys giving me strength like VitaminD,” she tweeted. Right after she posted that message she started following her ex-boyfriend Tommy on IG.

I’m emotional today guys ..It’s a weird feeling of happy and sad but I’m not sad .Im just real grateful that you guys been supporting my new record .Its a good feeling after people constantly discourage you .You guys giving me strength like VitaminD

— iamcardib (@iamcardib) December 23, 2017

Judging from what she has been saying, Offset might be in for a very cold Christmas in the doghouse. “A lot of good things been happening to me ya’ll, it has been so good like you know my career, I got a good azz family, and I am so thankful,” she said in a video before she started tearing up.

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Justine Skye – Jezebel (8 Ounces Album)

Oh Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

Cause you all on my IG
Talkin shit bout me
All in my timeline
Picture you
Tryna out me

Internet thuggin
Avatar muggin
Now you got me black bagging
Got you on thought when I’m dragging, you

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

We used to be friends
Now you all in my DM
From AM to PM
I just delete them

I heard you getting right now
On tour with what’s-his-face
No debate, you know the place
Word’s getting round now
You a player on the team, where all the boys go

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face
Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face
Show your face

Show your face when you talk to me (Show your face)
Show your face (Show your face)
Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
You’re the girl the guys (girl the guys) know so well
Jezebel, don’t want to front you out but what the hell

What the hell

King Chip – Sto’ Lyrics

[Intro]
Pull up hop out sto, sto

[Hook]
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up hop out and open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’

[Verse 1: King Chip]
Cleveland we back in town (nigga) yeah we back in town
This that run to the store get some black and milds
This that just swag King chip, he’ll be back in town
This that new shoe with the smackin’ sounds
This that come back from a 3-1 no backing down, yeah bitch
What you tryna’ get from me
Look at me tell me do you see a big buddy
Look at me and tell me can you see the big money
And If you don’t see it you’se a big dummy
I’mma crack a smile even if ain’t shit funny
I think I was supposed to inherit some ancient money
Now they got it set up so we can’t get money
If you don’t love me don’t say shit to me
Who you know been run the city, still run it
I done kept it 100 day one still hundred
Ridin’ through the city almost got killed from it
Lil nigga hold a gun infront of cops, still gunnin’
Real nigga never said too much and let these niggas know whats up, smokin’ in the cut
Yeah I’m from that “we don’t give a fuck”
And we champs now might as well buy something now bruh

[Verse 2]
I am a sto’, pull up with the sto’ come buy what you want
Lets hand to hand on the low
Championship, me and my niggas, we took that shit
She probably ain’t loyal
Stay away from her IG, don’t book that bitch, uh
Fuck how many likes I get
When the nighttime hit you could see I’m on some icon shit
Blood suckin’ python bitch
Can’t get the king chip suck a pipe bomb bitch
Yeah I know my fam still love me, my hood still love me
All my hoes still love me
Give no fuck about a nigga tryna’ steal somethin’ from me
I have something leave a nigga looking really funny
Aye, be cool, roll up, let me tell you
This ain’t what you want
Yeah got some bitches in the cut
I don’t give them what they want
I don’t give no fuck about no big butt
Call me King Chip (bitch what?)
Poured up a four
I finesse a double cup just like a pro
Yeah I come to let these niggas know
G6 in this hoe
Anywhere I go I got the sto’

[Hook]
Pull and I open up sto’ (there it go)
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’ (pop trunk)
Pull and I open up sto’ (pop trunk)
Pull up hop out and open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’

[Produced by Big]

Aidonia – IG Girls Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The likkle pretty gyal you a boast pon IG bout
Shi gimmi a nice deep throat
All when you put her in a house
Shi a find way fi try thief out
Shi waan jump pon the bike wheel out
Pon a high speed boat

Mi seh pretty gyal do you have anybody?
Shi seh the likkle man him a just the
Shi tell mi seh it alright
Shi seh if mi feel fi come off her
Shi show mi seh shi badder than a porn star
But mi si ou pon the IG you a post her

(Chorus)
You seh a your girl
You seh a your girl
Your girl
You seha your girl

(Verse 2)
Gyal weh you gi the close door
Man a score goal wid the back a close goal
Reach a the block you know wi stop a 4×4
Buy two dragon that pop a bore, bore
High way, drive way, the toll road
Mad coco white Benz inna sport mode
Rub down her tights AC a flow cold
Fly pass deh suh never stop a Portmore

Nuh over Squelchy, yeah wi reach deh
Bring you gyal and go chill pon the beach yeah
Dawg a suh easy shi give it weh
Send a picture a the pu**y snapchat fi please mi

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Shi nuh seh a you
Yuh a seh a yours
Pon you IG you a post up you girl
Woman crush everyday caption you words
Diddy meck you gyal deh pon the snapchat a twerk
You a seh a your girl
Yeah shi a yours
Tek her weh today shi ready when a fi mi turn
Shi a your WCW
You swear seh shi love you

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus)

Punch – Gold

[Intro]
Just got a text, probably remind him on Socrates, from my IG post

[Hook]
All my life, I been told everything that glitters ain’t gold
Now that I’ve arrived, I see these truths unfold before my eyes in a world so cold

[Verse 1]
Compulsive dreamer, pessimistic overthinker
Never indulging reefer, seldom Hennesy drinker
Wear my heart on my sleeve with a poker player’s demeanour
Balanced emotion, you rarely know what I’m thinking
This is a special dedication, dedicated to streets that I was raised in
Where Ray was slayed in, where his killer gon’ see the same fate that he did
Poetic justification of youth’s frustration
Reap what you sow, small mind approach
I’m digging deep in my soul, I’m tryna find quotes
To help me see the silver lining in this hurricane
We used to the rain, hoping to wash away these stains
But blood don’t come out of clothes, neither do bullet holes close even if them wounds heal
My mind’s forever exposed to them cold hills, somehow a nigga had hope still
But I’m barely out the fire, in fact these flames is burning my back, creating permanent tattoos
As I recall the book of Matthew, these are the last days and what have you I’m a firm believer
I rarely practice what I preach yeh
So if this falls on deaf ears and never reach ya
I’m blood guilty beneath ya, before you cast one stone just know I need ya

[Hook]
All my life, I been told everything that glitters ain’t gold
Now that I’ve arrived, I see these truths unfold before my eyes in a world so cold, nigga this world so cold
Everything that glitters ain’t gold, nigga this world so cold
Til my demise I’m in this world so cold, nigga this world so cold

[Verse 2]
There’s something I can feel
Like pyramid energy feels for real
I’m just tryna’ keep it real
Whatever that is
‘Cos I could think a thought and make it happen
It’s no secret the law of attraction is written in our fabric
The most basic interactions are accurate
Maybe there’s too far left for us to digest this song
And in the midst of our doom I’m just tryna’ consume
They say [?] on the stars and the moon and the ancient Egyptian tombs
What about these babies dying in the womb, that don’t affect you?
Tell the truth, I know I heard that she don’t respect your youth
I know you well versed in the sacred secrets and thirst knowledge for whatever breathes it
You’re on your poor righteous [?], wise intelligence, you rhyme with such elegance
But the homie got killed, what’s the relevance?
They gave my uncle twenty-seven years with no evidence
It’s really real out here, niggas are getting killed out here
Where’s your content?
How do you sleep, where’s your conscience?
How could you ever forget the projects?
Nigga my heart bleeds, stop it
You can’t disown with this home
With that said I take them whenever I zone
If it never I Rome, the empire’s standing strong behind me
On my side like my [?]
Flesh on my flesh, it’s embedded in me my IV
80s baby stuck in the 90s, ten khakis creased on top of Cortez Nikes
White t-shirt with a dope dealer’s psyche
Swear air, ain’t too many left that’s like me

[Hook]
All my life, I been told everything that glitters ain’t gold
Now that I’ve arrived, I see these truths unfold before my eyes in a world so cold, nigga this world so cold
Everything that glitters ain’t gold, nigga this world so cold
Til my demise I’m in this world so cold, nigga this world so cold

[Outro]
Nigga this world so cold
Nigga this world so cold
Til my demise I’m in this world so cold, nigga this world so cold

E-40 – Savage (feat. B-Legit & Jazze Pha)

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 1: E-40]
I was born with a rusty spoon
Now I’m a tycoon
I’ve been drinkin’ all afternoon
Ain’t finna stop, no time soon
Bad bitches matter
She want me to scoop her up like a spatula
She wanna get attached like an adapter
She think I’m a trash compactor, she want me to smash her
I’m a savage about my cabbage
All my life I been mannish
Establish practice what you preach
A barbarian, I’m a beast
Know how to manuever in these streets
How to wiggle, get to the Gouda
Straight shooter
I’m super solid from the rooter to the tooter
Cali-foo-ya’ll do ya
Don’t let the palm trees fool you
They play with street instruments
And they’ll bring the noise like a tuba
Pushin’ [?], travel the planet
Hard made the granite
Tax a bitch like a W9
Bitch I’m a savage

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 2: Jazze Pha]
Y’all motherfuckers really need to hol’ up
Fins out, got the world like controlla
Open my pockets, they swole up
Everywhere we go motherfuckers know us
Bitch you don’t know nobody like me
I know your boyfriend wanna fight me
But you droppin’ that ass on my IG
In the club, makin’ movie like Spike Lee
Pull out with a [?]
Nigga lookin’ like, "Who did it?"
At the telly with the door closed
From the back like, "Who’s is it?"

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 3: B-Legit]
If I’ma do it, I’ma run through it by tonight
Yellow bitch super thick in that all white
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
Maybe later on I’ma give her pipe
I’m the type to get it in the ladies room
Bathroom stall by the toilet paper
And she can make it to the green room
It’s goin’ down in the elevator
Trust me, touch me, she fuck with B-Le
Work the day shift, she tuck my heater
Savage ’bout mine, we smoke the ether
Put her in a Uber, I don’t trust her either
Pull up in a drop with a rocket on
B-Lit smokin’ jello outta loud bag
If she ever out of pocket homie
They ain’t just somethin’ you can pimp past

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, drop the baggage
‘Cause I’m a savage
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage
‘Cause I’m a savage
‘Cause I’m a savage

Lil Durk – See Me Down (feat. Jadakiss)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
They wanna see me down
They wanna see me down

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Just wanna see my son grow up
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
They don’t want me ’cause me profile high cases
Being black tryna make it in this world, can’t make billions like other races
If I call it how I see it they say I’m racist
Let’s face it
If Donald Trump win the spot, then we back to the basics
No more link , no more wiic, no more free shots when you sick
No more S.S.I. checks, either coming for your kids
[?] who would of though I would make a million of of pot
Feds on me why you think I used to turn down all the slots
Tired of seein’ my niggas die, on they days they momma cryin’
Opps crazy on IG tell them niggas calm it down
Heard niggas telling now, they come around I shut it down
And I keep a couple rounds
And I keep a couple rounds
[?] kids, he know I care
I grab my gun when i laid with no help
My momma stressing other me, she loosing health
My cousin trippin’, says I’m never there
Why? Then I say –

[Hook: Lil Durk & Jadakiss]
Just wanna see my son grow up
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Kick back, smoke, and I just tell my mans
Look y’all, we came a long way from selling grams
I’m tryna make a Mill, you tryna make a stack
When I leave I don’t know if I’ma make it back
You don’t need nothing to relate to that
The thought of my kids suffering, I hate the fact
Say goodbye to your mom, before you every think of doing me bodily harm
Even though the war is on, you’ve got to be calm
It’s a time to keep quite, a time to respond
Nah, you’ll never be fly as the Don
I shoot you man in his head, let him die in your arms
It’s written inside of the Quran
They changed the Bible several times, something got to be wrong
Check it for yourself, if you don’t believe me now
They can’t be me now, therefore they just wanna –

[Outro: Lil Durk & Jadakiss]
They wanna see me down
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

Lil Durk – See Me Down

[Intro: Lil Durk]
They wanna see me down
They wanna see me down

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Just wanna see my son grow up
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
They don’t want me ’cause me profile high cases
Being black tryna make it in this world, can’t make billions like other races
If I call it how I see it they say I’m racist
Let’s face it
If Donald Trump win the spot, then we back to the basics
No more link , no more wiic, no more free shots when you sick
No more S.S.I. checks, either coming for your kids
[?] who would of though I would make a million of of pot
Feds on me why you think I used to turn down all the slots
Tired of seein’ my niggas die, on they days they momma cryin’
Opps crazy on IG tell them niggas calm it down
Heard niggas telling now, they come around I shut it down
And I keep a couple rounds
And I keep a couple rounds
[?] kids, he know I care
I grab my gun when i laid with no help
My momma stressing other me, she loosing health
My cousin trippin’, says I’m never there
Why? Then I say –

[Hook: Lil Durk & Jadakiss]
Just wanna see my son grow up
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Kick back, smoke, and I just tell my mans
Look y’all, we came a long way from selling grams
I’m tryna make a Mill, you tryna make a stack
When I leave I don’t know if I’ma make it back
You don’t need nothing to relate to that
The thought of my kids suffering, I hate the fact
Say goodbye to your mom, before you every think of doing me bodily harm
Even though the war is on, you’ve got to be calm
It’s a time to keep quite, a time to respond
Nah, you’ll never be fly as the Don
I shoot you man in his head, let him die in your arms
It’s written inside of the Quran
They changed the Bible several times, something got to be wrong
Check it for yourself, if you don’t believe me now
They can’t be me now, therefore they just wanna –

[Outro: Lil Durk & Jadakiss]
They wanna see me down
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

Keke Palmer – Jealous

[Intro]
Two up, fuck who up
I was sitting in the coup, watch the bitch pull up
Hate a nigga think he slick, bitch rick ruler
Tell him, she tag me again she gon’ see thriller

[Chorus]
You say that you promise to love me, love me
That’s what you said
But I see a shawty all on my IG
She just [?]
If I didn’t have so much going for me
I’d fuck you up on this jealousy
Bitch don’t let this TV make you think that you know me

[Verse 1]
Shot town, south side, [?], bitch, what’s good (don’t know what I’d do)
I don’t have to twist no fingers just know I’m good (don’t know what I’d do)
You gotta get beside her ‘fore you catch me in the lineup, tied up
And in that case I ain’t got no business involved
All because you in your feelings that we ain’t what we were
So tying niggas up tight
Always wanna share the spotlight
My type is them boys that got a little street [?]
I was still fine
Hit a bitch the same time, give her that love
But nigga granted, I let you get up in her panties
Guess I’m moving on, you can’t stand it
Fuck a virgo over one time, I leave you stranded
I’m past it
Ain’t no hard feelings at all

[Chorus]
You say that you promise to love me, love me
That’s what you said
But I see a shawty all on my IG
She just [?]
If I didn’t have so much going for me
I’d fuck you up on this jealousy
Bitch don’t let this TV make you think that you know me

[Verse 2]
I know you ain’t into her (I know you ain’t into her)
But she is the best option you could grab
Your insecurities have been revealed but you’re not saying a thing, a thing
No need to speak
She know you hitting my phone
So sick [?]
If you’re taking her away
Then there ain’t no need in texting me
I know she a thing for the thirsty
She gon’ be the first one to let that slip
Tell that bitch don’t come around here unless she ready for the shit
[?]

[Chorus]
You say that you promise to love me, love me
That’s what you said
But I see a shawty all on my IG
She just [?]
If I didn’t have so much going for me
I’d fuck you up on this jealousy
Bitch don’t let this TV make you think that you know me

[Chorus]
You say that you promise to love me, love me
That’s what you said
But I see a shawty all on my IG
She just [?]
If I didn’t have so much going for me
I’d fuck you up on this jealousy
Bitch don’t let this TV make you think that you know me

Lil Durk – Real letras

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

[Verse 1]
Baby momma actin’ evil
Uncle still playin’ wit them needles
New car gas diesel
New money cash Visa
Nuski died what they believin’
Brotha muslim to my pops too
Tell ’em people (?) needy
We ain’t tryna talk no agreements
Beat my case wit the best lawyer
Told my sister I want the best for ya
Fuck a strippa go invest money
IG hoes that’s a test for ya
Devil workin’ want the best of ya
Street niggas make a mess of ya
Lil niggas put stress on ya
Yea yea yea
Start them killas off of guns, start the traphouse off of pounds
Bitch you know I love my son, broke my back was on the ground
Who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

[Verse 2]
Close homie tried to kill me
I’m just givin’ y’all that’s the real me
Real niggas gotta feel me
Station tryna they tryna wheel me
Couple big niggas tried to lift me
I got my pops so don’t try me
I got missed call from my granny
Gotta get back wit the family
Streets say I need old me
Nappy dreads off the codeine
Block niggas sellin’ dope fiend
Gold rollies to a trophy
Fuck a deal I got street money
Keep money plug keep comin’
Comin’ strong nothin’ weak to me
Nick Cannon Glocks keep drummin’
In the streets wit me it ain’t nowhere
Got all of these money I’mma show it
So who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

Beatking – Bussibak letras

[Intro]
Hold up bitch
Hold up bitch
Texas Uncle Luke
Club Godzilla

[Hook]
If you got some good pussy, where they at tho?
If you the baddest in the club, where they at tho?
If you got your own paper, where they at tho?
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Head down, ass up bust it back tho
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho

[Verse 1]
Bust it back tho
I got Act, tho
She gon’ drop it down to the floor
For these racks tho
Twerking on another chick that’s some Texas shit
I saw her twerking on IG before I met the bitch
She ain’t faithful
I got cake tho
I’mma hit you from the back but we can’t date tho
Hold up, you can sell that pussy on the weekend
Hold up, you can sell that pussy on the weekend

[Hook]
If you got some good pussy, where they at tho?
If you the baddest in the club, where they at tho?
If you got your own paper, where they at tho?
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Head down, ass up bust it back tho
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho

[Verse 2]
Bust it back, tho
Keep your head down
Put your hands on your knees I throw this bread down
Skinny bitch, thick chick I’ma throw this cash
Tag team with your partner, tell that bitch to throw that ass
I pull up trill tho
Pop a pill tho
The way she drop it I can tell that ass real tho
I knocked her down, she told her partner how it feel tho
Now her partner tryna kick it like field goal
I ain’t trippin tho
I’ma switch it tho
H-Town, double cup, tripping sip a 4
Hold up, Club Godzilla I’m on some pimpin’ shit
Tryna give these nigga game like [?]

[Hook]
If you got some good pussy, where they at tho?
If you the baddest in the club, where they at tho?
If you got your own paper, where they at tho?
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Head down, ass up bust it back tho
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho

Lil Durk – Perky’s Callin (Remix) letras

[Intro]
Ay, I’m back on that ’07 shit, ya hear me
I think I’m the only nigga that can turn ops to fans, ya hear me
Free 9

[Verse]
Me and Nuski swagged up in grad school
Remember when the homicide grabbed you
Boogieman had trap like a drive thru
The coke is goin’ quick like it’s fast food
Booka told me D-rose lost his 9-1
Appeal money for them killas when that time come
Sneak dissin’ wit these goofys, niggas dyin’ for ’em
One call I’ll make my TV it’ll slide up
I press 1JB ’cause Zoo was callin’
I press 7 ’cause these goofys callin’ (Lets get It)
I fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping (Ain’t Nun)
Fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping
I beat my case I keep my pistol on me (Lets Get It ! Ls)
This nigga ‘pose to been my man but he was snitchin’ on me
And everytime he came around I was grippin on it
Like fuck yo life I won’t think twice and I’ll blink you homie
We a’ll turn your IG to an obituary
I just took couple of yo homies to a cemetery (Lets get It)
And you know we did it you ain’t did none (Bitch)
DD in the jam and he ain’t said nothin’
Can’t name a fucking nigga that I ran from
Just made 60 thousand off a Samsung
Just put a couple bodies on my damn gun
And we carry draco’s like they hand guns
Bitches wanna glo wanna be famous
Cummed inside her mouth I make her taste dick (Eater)
Them skinny bitches whine I make em take dick
Might fuck her in the butt so she can stay thick
I lost my niggas to this shit that’s why I’m solo homie gang)
Uptown Miami hood and I was dolo homie
The streets will pull you back and forth like yo-yo homie
Like we ain’t kill your mans and I don’t know your homie
I can hear Nuski calling
I can hear Yuyu calling (Chino)
I can hear LA calling
Yea I can hear Pluto calling
I can hear Irish calling
I can hear J Money calling
And I can hear O calling
Yea I can hear Mo calling
I was staying in Chicago cause I had to (Lets Get It! Ls)
Probation for my pistol it was bad news
All these niggas tried to diss me cause they had to (Gang)
Even if I was with my kids, know I had to
I got better fans I got better thoughts
Like shout out to them killas who was never caught
Niggas screaming gang gang yea they hella soft
I seen that shit happened thats a gimmick nigga (Fraud)
A hunnid for my jewelry for my image nigga (Lets get It)
In the field with my killas playing scrimmage nigga
That Timmy Turner won’t none to my Timmy nigga
Tim-Tim gave a fifty in the city nigga
Nigga off Tremain I used to hang wit (Bitch)
Now they want me dead on some fame shit (Bitch)
Or they want some people thats the same shit
And they call them people that’s the same shit (Gang!)