Bobby Shmurda On Going Back Prison: “I’ll be light-skinned in Jamaica before I go back”

Bobby Shmurda is facing backlash after he says he would sooner bleach his skin and migrate to Jamaica before he goes back to jail.

After a 7-year prison stint through which Bobby Shmurda remained relevant the entire time, the New York rapper has finally returned home. One of his first interviews after being released was with GQ magazine who published an exclusive and extensive take on what prison life was like for the rapper and how he feels about it now that he’s out. During his talk with the publication, the “Hot N***a” made a remark that a number of fans did not take kindly to.

Shmurda revealed that he “didn’t really care too much for” the music even while he had one of the biggest Billboard hits in the country in the summer of 2014. According to the rapper, it wasn’t until he was on the inside and started receiving fan mail that he had an epiphany and began to assume the responsibilities of a role model. The rapper took a call from Meek Mill during the interview, who agreed that it was then that he too would feel “embarrassed every time” reading letters from his fans while serving time.

Bobby Shmurda says a 6-year-old girl wrote him once when he was in solitary confinement and the memorable moment inspired a significant change to his mindset. “I didn’t really care too much for it until I went to jail and I seen how the fans were loyal,” said the rapper about the music. To that end, Bobby asserted, “I’m done with that [jail] sh*t.” However, to prove just how done he was, he drew for an analogy that left some West Indian fans feeling offended. “I’ll be light-skinned in Jamaica before I go back,” Shmurda told Meek Mill on the phone.

While some fans have taken the comment lightly, others are bashing the rapper for not considering how “sensitive” people are these days. In the comment section of the Shade Room post about Bobby’s comment, one fan said, “Bobby this ain’t 2014 society sensitive af now,” adding the laughing and crying emojis.

Fans appear to have come up with various interpretations of the rapper’s remarks, with some finding it more comedic than offensive. “So him a guh bleach out and hide out?” one fan wrote, suggesting that Bobby Shmurda was implying that he would sooner change his look and flee the country before going back to the big house. On the other side of the spectrum, some have interpreted the statement to mean a light-skinned person in Jamaica is a rare occurrence which is actually quite absurd to anyone in the know but perhaps viable to the oblivious. “That boy said he’ll be a shark that can walk upright before he go back,” one untaught fan commented.

Bobby Shmurda is actually a Jamaican-American rapper, so he likely knows more about the culture on the famous island than most of his fans. Only a decade ago, skin bleaching was a common topic of discussion after it was popularized by dancehall mogul Vybz Kartel before his incarceration. While it’s not as taboo as it used to be, there are still a firm set of people who do not care for it. Bobby could very well be inferred that he is against the idea of bleaching his skin and used his conviction to drive the point that he would still rather that than go back to jail.

These days, much of what social media propagates is a far cry from what the artists truly mean with their statements. At the end of the day, we could come up with a dozen interpretations like it’s abstract art, but it won’t change the true meaning behind the words. Sometimes it really is as simple as it sounds but the free space to be vocal on social networks can cause us to overlook that and inject our own ideas. Maybe Bobby was really just saying he would rather switch things up and disguise himself as a light-skinned man (as he is currently dark-skinned) in a different country.

Based on Bobby Shmurda’s remarks and the reactions that ensued, do you think the rapper needs to get it together, or his fans do?

​iLoveMakonnen – I REMEMBER Lyrics

I just, think about all my past times
Get on these fuckin’ tracks and make these words rhyme
I don’t even sell no dimes, cause I do not have no time
But I used to reminisce when me and my homies was on the grind
All the time, tryna shine cause we need them new things
Now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with 6 chains
I don’t even give a fuck, used to have a black truck
All the way in zip codes that I do not go no mo
Oh shit, I got shows every motherfuckin’ weekend
Me and my best friends ain’t fuckin’ speakin
‘
Got friends from down under arrivin’ in the morning
Tell ’em that Makonnen is the best thing goin
Worldwide, now you know it, finally I can show it
Young boy in the city lookin’ like I’m fuckin’ growin’
All the way with the moon, ocean sun when it be snowin
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I don’t know how I got it, I’m so thankful for the flowin’
My friends, once again, when they come back around
I remember all night, we was sellin’ that brown
To some motherfuckin’ junkies, I was actin’ like a monkey
Swingin’ off them god damn trees
Makin’ hunnid of them things
All damn night with the white, now a nigga barely see
Any type of fuckin’ drugs, who the fuck is me?
I just once was a young boy, on the fuckin’ corner
Sellin’ all this dope from Atlanta to California
And now I brought it back all the way to the West
Cuz them niggas in the East said that I was one of the best
So I’m like, let me go, see if the rumors true
When I step off in the room, niggas be mad at who?
When I step in studios, niggas tryna sound like who, now
God damn, I ride around in black fuckin’ coupes now
Don’t even need to pick it up
Nigga come deliver me
Feel like i’m dominos the way they fucking playing me
Oh shit is a game
Nigga love my last name
Girls want my last name
I switch them with my last game
Hit em with some new shit
Like how the fuck he do it
I remember being in church staring at the pool pissed
Like goddamn that water could make me feel stronger
Then i see that preacher daughter get killed by a gang banger
On the fucking corner and em girls was out here singing songs
Bout sweet jesus and how he was gon come back home
Put my whole family on as they fucking waiting
Niggas on the east side out here still hating
Cause they know that i’m great when i’m came from the south
Now i’m hottest in the north ain’t shit else to talk bout
I’m like damn Uncle Sam who the fuck is donald trump
These niggas done fucked up
Presidents be going up
Now the life in america is all about the money have no time for no jokes
Man ain’t seeing shit funny when my friends fucking dying and drugs fucking colliding everyday in communities
Bitches wanna do me
Niggas out here shooting bullets when we riding pass i’m like oh shit what happened i forgot about my dad
Cause that nigga did me wrong way back in ‘96 now i’m feeling like a bad dog
Looking like michael vick
Out here switching fucking teams can’t find my fucking path
I’m on the fucking road feeling so damn glad
That i have fucking twice another day at life
I remember last week when i felt like a bum
Shit be fucking popping now like a nigga is bubble gum
I remember being so broke i couldn’t afford no bubble yum
Now i’m see now and laters riding around in the latest jaguars supercars saying i’m a super star
And my mom came to my release
Thank god for warner but
Man i never swore that i would leave california
When i was young i felt dumb thought i had to be gang banging
Out here fucking slanging drugs but now all these songs i’m singing
I can’t think about no hook
History about these books all i know is fucking dope fiends and a few crooks that fucking switch they ways off in the usa
Now i feel like gps when i’m using that waze
In the app i can snap on any fucking rap but a nigga hate on me at the same time give me dap
I used to be a young fool now i’m feeling smarter
Goddamn thank god im feeling like a scholar
Didn’t go to college unless it was for beauty
Now the girls love me they want me out in movies
I done sign a stupid deal with a new agency
Hope they put me on a fucking tv show on channel E
Goddamn i’m entertaining oh shit ain’t complaining
Cause the money that i’m making is enough to buy jamaica uh
I love it but sometimes i dont uh
I think i’ll stay but sometimes i won’t
I swear that i should leave what’s is up my sleeve
Everybody hating, hating on me
So i fly all the time when i look at the moon
I remember being home making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember when i was young making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making all these songs back in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making songs in my room

With my dogs little two pit bulls
Man one of them just died i swear this shit ain’t cool
I been hurting so bad i can’t even call my dad
Thank god i got my mom hope that she ain’t feeling sad
Bout them rumors going round in the town
What they saying that i’m fucking new asian that i’m looking like satan
All i’m doing is K and the coke all night
I’m like momma no i’m not but she know i sold that white
So it might not sound to fucking far fetch
Plus you losing all this weight
Man you looking kinda sick
I’m like man no i’m not i be running in the morning
I’m practicing for the world stage so i can put a show on that is as good as beyoncé
Look for my fiancé
Retire off this rap shit
Chillin in a bungalow
Goddamn dont need no hoes
I just need the fucking cash
I remember being broke couldn’t afford fucking the dash
That’s the of us that be riding on western ave
I remember being down there crying for my dad
He like fuck you im leaving
I was out there weeping
Now i’m the man from akron to Cleveland
And beyond doing songs you know i can fucking snap
I be out here looking in the audience waiting for claps
But these niggas don’t give me claps
They just give me stank eye
So i’ve hit them with that whip
Cook that chicken one time
Now your girl said she wanna meet a kid backstage
I know what she really want just to hit it backstage and fuck around and break a condom so she could have my child and when a nigga fall off she said that i ain’t shit now
But i never will fall off cause i never got on
I’m the same little kid making songs in my room
Now when i fucking fly i just stare at the room at the moon in my room
At the same time im feeling like a bride and a groom
Why won’t somebody come and marry me
I been smoking all night i should fucking pay the fee to the goddamn smokers club weight i be be going up
Goddamn nobody fuck with me since i haven’t been going up on a fucking tuesday but i got new news today
I can make plenty songs slow it down anyway
All in the usa they know that i’m leaving soon
I remember making songs staring at the moon in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon cause i remember making songs in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon
Cause i remember being alone
Just making these songs in my room
Making these songs in my room
I remember being alone in my room
Starting at the moon

Migos – Intro Lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
My weed from Jamaica, my money older than Sega
Bust it open, then wait up, tell m, work out, then re-up

[Hook: Takeoff]
My diamonds sparkling, I be like the sargent
Pull up in the Astin Martin, leave in a Burperry carpet
Migo the label, but no no playing with paper
My shirt tiger striped, my shoes aligater
With the plug, never see it
Wip them chickens and pidgens, cokina and midgets, touch it, I flip it

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I remembered in school, teacher talkin bout history
I was tryna make history, up in that house in Beverly
I just called my jeweller, tell him bring me my rolly
In that muscle car, 12 pull me over for flexin

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I got sweet and sour chicken, lemon, go get me some beef
I got soldiers in the streets, I’m commander and chief
When the Js hit the dope, I bet those nose bleed
I got a plug from Mixico, and one plug that’s chinese
Bad bitch on my team, do whatever I please
Thick thais, brown eyes, she finesse you with eze
Think the jeweller got me sick, a chew, I sneez
Someone get me a key, I’ll just rest in peace
Last nigga try to jump, left him deceased
Then we dumped him in the river, body still won’t be seen

[Verse 3: Offset]
I’m a cool individual, selling dope, that’s my principle
Young like the siminals, baking soda a chemical
I done made it out vakent, had to lie on David
Keep the pistol like Peet, and keep the knife like I’m Jason
I ain’t Gigga for nothing, tell m fishing for money
Gotta bumblebee building, me and my crew, that’s some hundreds
Took the truck to Bahamas, pick the plug up from London
I be sellin so many fishes, call me Offset Benny Hanna
And the 9 is my ratchet, trappin and stampin on matress
Singing Tony Braxtin, and they all wet like napkins
Biggest bitches, I’m cravin, got that dope, so come taste it
No, my swag is not basic, pull up with a strap, no laces

Nicki Minaj – Coco Chanel lyrics

[Intro: Foxy Brown, Nicki Minaj & JBeatzzz]
Whole lotta gang shit
Beatz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, ayo Chun
We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let’s go!

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, if I’m in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it
If I tell ’em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon’ put the whack on it
She got the Nicki bundles, word to Stack on it
That’s word to Brooknam, that’s word to Bucktown
That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on ’em, I spray sheen on ’em
That’s word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on ’em
I’m mad Queens on ’em, with mad schemes on ’em
I never scale back, the triple beams on ’em
My ice gleams on ’em, Wu-Tang creams on ’em
I pull up on the block bumpin’ Biggie “Dreams” on ’em
A nigga greased on ’em, but I freezed on ’em
I light breezed on ’em, I might breeze on ’em
Might do it like it’s Christmas and light trees on ’em
I see the copycats bitin’ my steez on ’em

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That’s my word to Big, I’ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I’ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty that
Puss dem I chat bout, back like I never left
Went down when I come ’round, all y’all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y’all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco ‘pon my foot dem, C’s pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem [?]
[?]
The bloodclaat [?]
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
[?] clip [?]
Gun slingers, let me see y’all gun fingers
Y’all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki’s, little Inga [?]

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
He got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Foxy plus one, it’s me young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I’m done
So tell ’em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don’t make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell’ em fi recognize
Unuh dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don’t miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I’m physically fine
Who she? It’s like we know she dyin’
Bitch ain’t see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on ’em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin’ it a hundred, that’s a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Tory Lanez – Can Lyrics

[Intro{ Tory Lanez]
And all my New York girls
Oh, and all my Latina girls
Yeah, yeah to my LA girls
Girls around the world

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Only call when you want somethin’
Sexy lady, [??] fuck for me like you on somethin’
Willy tops [??] boo boo like Nundada
Cock it up so back it down, buy me a [??] (hmm)

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
She a beg for this when in advance we just saw one bodmans dances
I need it like weed and herb, oh
See she movin’, she groovin’, ooh I like her stance
Just me and her like meanies, oh girl

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Singers and martyrs
Broke it down wine and you fling it to pada
Broke down wine and you bring it to pada
Bring it to father
Deal with the martyrs

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)

Sting and Shaggy Teams Up On “Don’t Make Me Wait”

Legendary singer Sting teams up with Shaggy for his new single “Don’t Make Me Wait.”

The singer and the dancehall legend are currently working on their joint album 44/876, due later this year. The romantic ballad features Sting belting out his famous vocals about wanting to be with a girl but don’t want her to feel pressured. “I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you, I know you like to take your time, I’m already sold on the idea of you and I,” the British crooner sings.

Shaggy came through with his gravel voice over a reggae beat singing, “Nothing wrong with waiting a little bit, you know this is to me more than just hitting it, but you only get a love like this once in a lifetime, and if this is our chance I ain’t missing it.”

Sting is currently in Jamaica with the reggae/dancehall legend working on the album. He also performed at the annual Shaggy and Friends benefit concert in Kingston earlier this month and prior to that he visited the Bustamante Hospital for Children for a tour. He compared the atmosphere at the children’s hospital to that of a warm village.

Shaggy confirmed last month that the pair has a joint album in the works but he couldn’t divulge too much information about it. “We have something working on, but I can’t say anything right now,” he said. “We recently did a song that I had written. His manager heard the song and he played it. Afterwards Sting walked in and began to sing the hook.” The album is now in its advanced state with over a dozen songs already recorded. Last week we saw him posted a photo of the two in the studio with dancehall deejay Aidonia hinting that the 4th Genna leader might be featured on the project.

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Dancehall Artist Harry Toddler Robbed And Gun Butt

Harry Toddler is the latest dancehall artist to fall victim to the crime wave gripping Jamaica.

Following the murder of two dancehall artists in recent weeks, former Scare Dem Crew deejay Harry Toddler was robbed at gunpoint over the holidays. The artist broke the news on social media last weekend telling his fans that he was held up by two gunmen in the Tower Hill area of ST. Andrew. He said that the men took US$500, JM$30,000, a laptop, phones, and his passport.

Toddlers says he doesn’t care about the cash, but is more interested in getting back his passport so that he can travel to fulfill his contractual obligations overseas as an entertainer. He also said that he has a bunch of unreleased music on the stolen laptop and is pleading with criminals to return the computer and his passport. “If the man them can just run back the passport and the laptop, I don’t care about the money,” he said. The artist said the money was for his daughters who are living overseas.

“Jah know star as a artist mi can’t even move around in my own country,” he added. Over the last few months, dancehall artists Mineral Boss and Unicorn were shot and killed in separate incidents in Jamaica. The local entertainment fraternity is currently on edge over the targeting of artists.

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Vybz Kartel Hit Single “Mhm Hm” Has Its Own Mobile Game

Vybz Kartel hit song “Mhm Hm” is showing no signs of slowing down.

Vybz Kartel scored one of the biggest dancehall hits of the year with “Mhm Hm” and now the song got its own mobile game. The song was released in September and has since clocked over 8 million combined views on YouTube. The concept of the single inspired a massive surge in sales of Suppligen, oats, peanuts, Guinness, and other related products used to make a popular punch in Jamaica. Some local grocery shots have even started selling “Mhm Hm” packages which consist of all the ingredients prepackaged.

Last week an android mobile game popped up on the Google Play store and its growing in popularity after Vybz Kartel fans started sharing it on social media. The app is titled “Mhm Buck Up Inna” and features a character with Kartel’s face that you can use to go through stages of the game and catch different items for points including the items he deejay about in the song such as suppligen, peanut, and oats.

Some fans have been inquiring if Vybz Kartel is behind the mobile app, but so far the anonymous creator has not come forward. Sources inside the Gazanation told us that Kartel is not behind the app and he himself is interested in knowing who is behind it.

AZEALIA BANKS – Chi Chi lyrics

Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo

Azealia Banks – Chi Chi lyrics

Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

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Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo

The heart part 4 – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – The heart part 4

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.(the heart part 4)

Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel ’round the atlas in this spaceship
Candy-coated, my day shift’s
Been devoted to f*ckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals three-fourteen
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up, lampin’ in Jamaica versuri-lyrics.info
The clouds turnin’, my thoughts turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but..(the heart part 4)

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk-ass
And crush ya whole lil’ shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared little b*tch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, you lame
And when I get at you, homie
Don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh, I was just playin’, K-Dot
C’mon, you know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the f*ck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive!”
So damn great, motherf*cker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water, I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo’ cars, mo’ leers
Mo’ bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—f*ck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
You know what the risk is
Earthed in ditches, your body revertin’ to stiffness
The whole world gone mad
Bodies is addin’ up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, b*tches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump
Know how we feel, punk? Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was two O’s from a M, tryna be big as Em
Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You lookin’ at me in Chucks, I’m lookin’ at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playin’ rock-paper-scissors in court
A real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC, you see the flames
In my E-Y-E’s; it’s not a game
And the whole world is goin’ mad, daddy, it’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca on trial, tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the CO’s watch him
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they— (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirkin’
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, f*ck!)
So many verses, you live in denial (f*ck!)
So many verses, I never run out (What?)
You makin’ him nervous, the music is loud
Ho, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit yo’ punk ass down!
(Sit yo’ punk ass down!)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playin’ the back scenes (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as “That King”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get y’all shit together.(the heart part 4)

Let’s get it
Look, look
On foenemmm.
Kendrick Lamar lyrics
Video part 4

KENDRICK LAMAR – The Heart Part 4 lyrics

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am the greatest rapper alive”
So damn great motherfucker I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach nigga
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy
Lee Baca, on trail tryin’ portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m fouled
They throwin’ me out, you throwin’ the towel
Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (that ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (what else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
My name is identified as “that king”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got till April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

Lets get it!
Look look, on foenem…

Kendrick Lamar – The Heart Part 4

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 1]
30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 2]
My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you, homie, don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, "One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great, motherfucker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from a M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca, on trial tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (Sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as "that king"
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

[Outro]
Let’s get it!
Look look, on foenem

Snow – Informer

[CHORUS:]
Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame
A licky boom-boom down
‘Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom

[CHORUS]

Bigger they are they think they have more power
There on the phone me say that on hour
Me for want to use it once and-a me call me lover
Lover who me callin’-a the one Tammy
And me love her in my heart down to my belly-a
Yes say Daddy Me Snow me I feel cool and deadly
Yes the one MC Shan and the one Daddy Snow
Together we-a love ’em(?) as a tornado

[CHORUS]

Listen to me ya better listen for me now
Listen to me ya better listen for me now
When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me are the article don
But the in an a-out (?) a dance an they say, "Where ya come from?"
People them say I come from Jamaica
But me born and raised in Etobicoke I want ya to know-a
Pure black people man thats all I man know
Yeah me shoes are-a tear up an-a my toes used to show-a
Where me-a born in-a the one Toronto

[CHORUS]

Come with a nice young lady
Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie
Everywhere me go me never lef’ her at all-ie
Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a
Roam between-a dancin’ in-a in-a nation-a
You never know say Daddy Me Snow me are the boom shakata
Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me-a go reachin’ out da top

[CHORUS]

Why would he? [repeat]

[MC Shan:]

Me sittin round cool with my jiggy jiggy girl
Police knock my door, lick up my pal
Rough me up and I cant do a thing
Pick up my line when my telephone ring
Take me to the station, black up my hands
Trail me down ’cause I’m hanging with the Snowman
What an I gonna do, I’m backed and I’m trapped
Smack me in my face, took all of my gap
They have no clues and they wanna get warmer
But Shan won’t turn informer

[CHORUS]

Drake – Ice Melts (feat. Young Thug) (More Life Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Nigga, what you thought?
Slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah)
Jeffery

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Look, I want you to myself
But I know you just left someone else
I know you did, he did a number on you
That must be why you move so icy
Icy like 1017
Icy like there’s nobody who’d ever need
Better not give that all to anyone but me
Patient as could be, but

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Drake]
I wanna see you do more in this life if we takin’ it there
I want to see you do 911, fuck a Panamera
See you when I see the real thing
Gettin’ realer and realer, yeah, yeah, yeah
But you icy like 1017
Icy like there’s nobody you’ll ever need
Better not give that up
I’m here patient as can be, man

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Nigga, what you thought?
Slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah)
Jeffery
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah

DRAKE – Ice Melts lyrics

Yeah…
Nigga, what you thought?
Strike, strike, strike!

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

I want you to myself
But I know you just left someone else
I know you did
He did a number on you
That must be why you move so icy
Icy like ten-seventeen
I see like there’s nobody who’d ever need
Better not give that all to anyone but me
Patience asking me
I just need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

I wanna see you do more and it’s life if we takin’ it there
I want to see you do 911, fuck a better man
See you when I see the real thing getting realer and realer
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But you icy like ten seventeen
Icy like there’s nobody you’ll ever need
Better not give that up
I’m here patient as can be, man
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

Ya man
There is a truth, flashbacks
This is your party (Ya man)
This is your party

G Herbo – Reject (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]
Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, i8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

Nadia Rose – Intro (Highly Flammable Album)

[Intro]
Hello? Can you hear me?
Nadia? Hello?
Hello, it’s your mummy
Hi, it’s mummy, can you hear me?
Yeah hi, Nadz
Bell me back bruh
This is your grandmother and your grandfather in Jamaica
Hi, I hope you’re okay, I’ve just seen your message, love you, call back, bye

[Verse 1]
Everything is fine, I’m well and I’m breathing
I’ve just been busy and this is the reason
Grafting hard, I ain’t getting no sleep in
My hair ain’t even done, shit, I look like The Weeknd
Shit, I’m looking a mess
But how can I look pretty knowing that you had to face death
I’ve been writing more and talking less
‘Til they’ve hardly heard me on the phone since my grandma’s death, I mean
Rest In Peace, you’re gone, but know you’re not forgotten
If they need me then I’m there, you know I’ve got ’em
Talking bars, you’re talking flows, you know I’ve got ’em
So for who, what, where and when will I be stopping?

[Outro]
I couldn’t stop even if I tried
This is me for life
I am Nadia Rose and this is the intro
Love you, bye

G Herbo – Reject Lyrics

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]

Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, I8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

T.I. – Black Man (feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara) (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin’ too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

[Verse 2: Rara]
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
Hangout the G like free Meek
Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
And you know it

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that you nervous? (damn)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Black man
Running from the law like Pac-Man
Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
Too many felonies on my jacket
All of my brothers turn to assassins
We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
Black man

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death here
The liquor we die, we just substances left here
First you put us in a small hood
And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
You doin’ wrong just to run shit
One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
With people who look similar to you and I
Cause he don’t wanna have a

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

Injury Reserve – Keep On Slippin (feat. Vic Mensa) (Floss Album)

[Intro]
Lately I feel like I’ve been losing my mind
I’ve been losing my mind, mmmm
And every now and then I feel like I’m fine
I feel like I’m fine

[Bridge]
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
And then I start slipping
I keep on–

[Verse 1: Steppa Groggs]
I’m losing it, it really feels like I’m losing it
Sad thing is I ain’t doing nothing to improve the shit
Some days are better than others, feeling distant from my brothers
I almost lost control and choked my baby’s mother
But I checked myself, thank God I checked myself
Always helping others but I just can’t seem to help myself
I just can’t help myself, nothing to be concerned about
Listening to Amy I ain’t going either but we know how that turned out
Then the homie Josh OD’d, I’m thinking to myself that could’ve been me
Just turned 28 but my liver’s probably like 73
This ain’t the life for me, ain’t feeling like the man I’m supposed to be
Thought having kids would make you tame
I’ve been doing even mo’ just since my daughter came
My momma’s gonna hear this and feel so ashamed
So ashamed

[Hook: Ritchie with a T]
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
Can we restart?
Cuz things be hard
And we need our niggas
Yeah we need our niggas
(Vocalizing)
Keep keep on, yeah
K-k-keep on it
Cuz we need our niggas
So k-keep on niggas
Cuz we need our

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
Do you know what it feels like to be at war with yourself? I do
My mental issues going on and on, I feel like Badu
Can’t seem to shake this shit, I can’t even take this shit
Sometimes I fucking hate myself, I swear to God I hate this shit
I think I need a "Hitch" the way I ruin my relationships lately
We used to vacay in Jamaica, now ya makin’ me crazy
Fighting with my baby girl turn us to exes quick
Now we’ve been tryna break it back like the Exorcist
And I be stressing shit so much that this Effexor don’t work
I would switch the medicines, but I did Lexapro first
Feeling skeptical, sometimes I think my blessing’s a curse
The same depression made me anxious is what gave me this verse
But every time I think of making it work it gets worse

[Outro]
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping

Nick Jonas – That’s What They All Say lyrics

Too broke to pay attention, got it for the low
So all I really have is a penny for your thoughts,
But I really wanna know, yeah, I really wanna know, oh
I’ve been on a mission, hazy from the smoke
Turning all these issues into solid gold
But I really wanna know, you saying we should let it go

That’s what they all say
So I don’t mind (So I don’t mind)
Yeah but they all come back in due time
But if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been getting mine
That’s what they all say
That’s what they all say

Got a one way ticket, searching for the show
Preach you’re on a mission, everywhere I go
But I really wanna know, yeah I really wanna know
Cause my feet are in the sand and I’m thinking ’bout snow
Tell me how is Pepsi really different than Coke?
Yeah I really wanna know, I really wanna know
(Don’t you?)

That’s what they all say
So I don’t mind (So I don’t mind)
Yeah but they all come back in due time
But if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been getting mine
That’s what they all say
That’s what they all say

I’ll be on a boat built for two, yeah
I’ll be on it waiting for you, oh
Nothing like Jamaica in June (ain’t nothing like it)
I’ll be right there waiting for you, no, no, no

That’s what they all say
So I don’t mind (So I don’t mind)
Yeah but they all come back in due time
But if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been getting mine
(Getting money)
That’s what they all say
That’s what they all say
(Listen, listen)
That’s what they all say
So I don’t mind (So I don’t mind)
Yeah but they all come back in due time
But if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been getting mine
(Hundred dolla bills)
That’s what they all say
That’s what they all say
(Stop)

Nov 15, Jah Bouks – Say What’s On Your Mind Lyrics

Dem a say dem a di best story

But when we look around we nuh see the glory
Dem say dem stable the economy
But the wage weh dem set caah feed we pickney
A unno mash up our country
And a used politrics fi try control we
You say Jamaica nuh have no money
But unno run and fund unno enquirer

So please, say whats on your mind
Don’t you know to be poor is a serious crime
Say whats on your mind
Dem expliot the reggae music and bring in fi dem kind
Say whats on your mind
Don’t you know to be poor is a serious crime
Say whats on your mind
Hey, Reggae music a fi wi life line

Me haffi cry eye water
Nuh try me hussle and me bussle
And me couldn’t feed me daughter
So me go hail up the master
Which is Selassie which is me shield and anker
Why oh why
Why fi me people haffi suffer and die
Why oh why
Somebody please tell me why dem full up a di lie

So please, say whats on your mind
Don’t you know to be poor is a serious crime
Say whats on your mind
Dem exploit the reggae music and bring in fi dem kind
Say whats on your mind
Don’t you know to be poor is a serious crime
Say whats on your mind
Hey, Reggae music a fi wi life line

Yuh priority is to tax the poor
And the real issue dem ignore
When you plant a seed fi sure
Dem send the copy cops dem fi kick down yuh door
Di copy cops dem a kick down me door
See the copy cops dem a kick down me door
The real issue dem ignore
So me nuh know weh dem a kick down me door fah

Say whats on your mind
Don’t you know to be poor is a serious crime
Say whats on your mind
Dem exploit the reggae music and bring in fi dem kind
Say whats on your mind
Don’t you know to be poor is a serious crime
Say whats on your mind
Hey, Reggae music a fi wi life line

Dem a say dem a di best story
But when we look around we nuh see the glory
Dem say dem stable the economy
But the wage weh dem set caah feed we pickney
A unno mash up our country
And a used politrics fi try control we
You say Jamaica nuh have no money
But unno run and fund unno enqury

Say whats on your mind
Don’t you know to be poor is a serious crime
Say whats on your mind
Dem exploit the reggae music and bring in fi dem kind
Say whats on your mind
Don’t you know to be poor is a serious crime
Say whats on your mind
Hey, Reggae music a fi wi life line

Mavado – Goodbye To My Haters Lyrics

[Intro]
Kurt Riley
Gully
Mi cyan believe it…
Now mi know!
Mmhmm

[Chorus]
A nuff of dem waan you dead and gone
But everywhere you go, you hold your head and gone
You know me happy say, a me one born
So when dem see me pon the top, you know a me one gone

[Verse 1]
Goodbye to mi haters
Soon see unuh, mi friends
Mi a pray fi Jamaica
Mi soon see unuh again

It’s hard to be away from the land you love
Jamaica
Nuh matter wha’ inna the world, a Jamaica land we love

When mi just hold a fresh and mi feeling right
The dawgs check me with the cars and bikes
We turn it up ’til the broad daylight
Lets show some love, no more war and hype
Ladies come over, party all night
We pick the fruits, all fruits ripe
We a nuh some bwoy with some cartoon hype
We the girls dem like ’cause we style dem tight

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
But mi voice a the gift fi the price
Dem nuh waan see mi live, but mi nice
Dem a snake, dem a cheese fi the mice
That’s why dem waan mi demise

[Repeat Chorus: (2x)]

[Verse 3]
When you kill out the kids of the future
What you want the future to be?
Mama cry, “she don’t want no shooter”
Don’t send no shooter fi me
God know a nuh da life yah we choose
Youth a go a school and don’t have no shoes
Everyday a bere things pon the news
Why kill another man and you cyan see the youth?
It’s messed up….how we cyan see a better way
Mmm
Jah know..
So messed up…
Go tell my enemy’s, “mi nah fade away!”
Not a day
‘Cause wha’?

[Repeat Chorus: (2x)]

[Outro]
Me one…
Me alone…
Uhh
Me one…
Pray to Zion
Jah, receive me in thy home
Oh oh

A nuff of dem waan me dead and gone
Everywhere me go, me hold mi head and gone
Kurt Riley
Gully
Life
Kingston, Jamaica