Vic Mensa – Metaphysical Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Can you wait for me baby
You the only one on my mind
Summer nights don’t cold as winter
When you’re not by my side
I don’t care if I look crazy
Nevermind who’s been in your bed
Do what you like what’s your body
I live in your head
[Chorus 1]
I-I-I ye-e-eah
That’s some that’s real as rain
That’s some that’s real as rain
Put it on me
You talk too much, I can’t even explain
I can’t even, it’s something metaphysical
I can’t even explain it, I never go explain
I know you feel I’m true
I can’t even explain it, I never go explain
I’m just feelin’ right
[Verse 2]
Can you let down your armor
I know it’s to guard your heart
Made a fight for you like soldier
You’re a prisoner of war
Lay my cards on the table
I hear love is a losing game
May I shoot my shot
Never go explain
[Chorus 2]
I-I-I ye-e-eah
That’s some that’s built to last
That’s some that’s built to last
Baby, I don’t need it to make sense
I can’t even explain
I can’t even, it’s something metaphysical
I can’t even explain it, I never go explain
I know you feel I’m true
I can’t even explain it, I never go explain
[Bridge]
I been, I been here, you been near
But I’m always there
Let me know if you get this
Loving you from a distance
Let me know if you hit it
I don’t care if you hit it
Come alive when he’s not there
I’ll sneak through your window
[Outro]
I can’t even explain it, I never go explain it
I can’t even explain it, I never go explain
I’m just feelin’ right

YG – Band Drum Lyrics

[Intro: YG]
I mix the 4Hunnid with the designer
Stay laced up
On Bloods
Stay laced up
[Chorus: YG]
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
*** ** **, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: YG]
Uh, uh, baddies, lumps
Uh, uh, Mr. Klumps
Uh, uh, she on my, ****
**** her once, I don’t *** the butt
YG always cuss, YG do too much
Oh my God he always wearin’ red, he a super Blood
You ****** super sus, act like y’all be pistoled up
When them shots fire, all you ****** did was duck
Duck, duck, duck, duck
Duck, duck, duck, goose
I don’t want her, she boof, uh
Heard that ***** loose, uh
Yeah she with the *****, ayy
Gave me head in the coupe
[Chorus: YG]
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
*** ** **, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Woo
Big gun, handgun, shootout, And-1
Hop out, tap out, time out, damn, son (what?)
Goyard trunks, Gucci trunks
Goku, Trunks, asthma pump
Uh, uh, hit a ***** once he done
Crack ’em like Humpty Dumpty
She don’t wanna ****, she dumb
Uh, uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rump, ice cream
‘Cedes truck, nine screens
Brady Bunch, wide screen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner with the pink mink
My little man was on the corner with the clink clink
Gold bank, roll 8, gold links
Whole gang hold weight
[Chorus: YG]
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
*** ** **, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Outro]
Alert! Bomb first
Trained to go, **** hesitation
Ten steps ahead, not just of enemy, but of all men
Set an example by demonstration, not conversation
Fear of God, but with God keep a faithful relation
Do the unthinkable, pop up on that ass out the blue like peek-a-boo
All a man gots is his **** and his word
So whatever that man says, he gots to do
And if that ***** is yours, protect it by all means
Keep them real ******, some top lawyers, financial advisors and them get-the-job-done riders on your team
And now you’re ready for the world, ya-da-da-mean
Stay dangerous

Queen Naija – Bad Boy Lyrics

[Chorus]
I never really had a bad boy
You know I’ve always been a good girl
Crazy how it happened so fast boy
The way you rocking my world
The way you rocking my world
[Verse 1]
Yeah you’re my distraction
Love our connection
I see so much when I look at you
You get potential
Time is essential
But I’ma take my time with you
‘Cause you need it
You just need someone to keep it real with you
And I see that
I’ma be the one to put that seed in you
You don’t gotta worry
I won’t judge you from your past
I know you’re not the first
But I’ll make sure that you’re my last
We live two different lifestyles baby
But we can change that
Just promise not to hurt me
‘Cause you know I told you that
[Chorus]
I never really had a bad boy
You know I’ve always been a good girl
Crazy how it happened so fast boy
The way you rocking my world
Boy I think you need a good girl
Someone to make you do better
Maybe I could be a good girl
I could make you do better
[Verse 2]
I ain’t really used to it but I like it
‘Cause you’re so enticing
Love the way you walk and how smooth you talk
How you move in silence
How fast you be driving
Hold me when I’m crying
And as long as you need me
You know I’m always riding
You open up to me and show me something new
Taught me how to hold my own
I fight myself while holding you
If it was up to me I’d hold for ever (ever)
Up somewhere that we can go together (so it’s a crazy thing)
[Chorus]
I never really had a bad boy
You know I’ve always been a good girl
Crazy how it happened so fast boy
The way you rocking my world
Boy I think you need a good girl
Someone to make you do better
Maybe I could be a good girl
I could make you do better
[Bridge]
So, so bad in a really good way
By the time I’m done with you
You gon’ wanna stay
But it’s so so bad in a really good way
Such a bad boy but I’ll make you good for me
[Outro]
I could make you do better
I could make you do better
I could make you do better
I could make you do better
I could make you do better
I could make you do better

Queen Naija – Mama’s Hand Lyrics

– Nah I miss you
– You do miss me, give me kissy
– Thank you, I give kissy too, muah, I love you
– Love you too mama
– Okay bye
– Okay bye
– *Laughs*
[Verse 1]
When I first laid eyes on you
When I heard your heartbeat too
Oh I never knew, I could witness an angel so beautiful
From the very moment you arrived I felt something new inside
I developped a love that was so unconditional
[Chorus]
And I promise to give you everything that I have
There’s not a dream in this world you can’t accomplish or grasp
I will cross any ocean before I let you land
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 2]
I’ll never let nobody hurt you
Give you the world ’cause you deserve it
Teach you how to treat a woman
Let you know you’re gonna be something great
I want for you to shine so bright
Know you can do anything through Christ
I see that there is a star inside of you
I’m so glad you’re in my life
[Chorus]
And I promise to give you everything that I have
There’s not a dream in this world you can’t accomplish or grasp
I will cross any ocean before I let you land
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Bridge]
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Hold on to my hand
Hold on to my hand
Never let it go
Ooh ooh, yeah
Son hold on to my hand
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hold on to my hand, never let it go
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hold on to my hand (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Son hold on to my hand, never let it go, woah, oh, oh, oh
[Outro]
– I love you
– I love you too momma [Intro]
– Mommy
– Hold on baby, hi stinky , you miss me? – You don’t miss me?

Mr Eazi – Property Lyrics

Zaga That
[Chorus]
Baby all of my property
All of my property
I give you authority
I give you authority
If you go down like economy, economy
Baby you go follow me, follow me
[Verse 1]
I will like to know what you want (Zaga dat)
I will like to know what you need eh eh ah
I will like to know your size
So that when I am shopping I go dey buy am tight
Me I no be aka gum (Stingy)
I be Generious
Me I no go do you wrong like Lazarus
Baby maky go Jeje
Till the morning light
Me I no dey tight my hand o
[Chorus]
So Baby all of my property (all of my property)
I give you authority (I give you authority)
If you go down like economy, economy
Baby you go follow me, follow me
[Verse 2]
Na money be koko (Owo ni koko)
Your body be koko (yea Body be koko)
Baby walacolombo
For your sake I go walangoloco
From 9ja you dey disturb Soweto
Yea, Come make we go Toronto yeh yeh yeh
[Chorus]
Baby all of my property (all of my property)
I give you authority (I give you authority)
If you go down like economy, economy
Baby you go follow me, follow me yeh eh eh
[Outro]
Na money be koko [Intro]
Na money be koko
It’s your boy Eazi
Zaga What?

Moneybagg Yo – Exactly Lyrics

let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic
[Outro]
Tay Keith too bangin’ He ain’t kill a nigga
I got over two bodies like John Diller
[?], we done hung niggas
Wockhardt on the bottle, that’s actually
Crack the seal
What I’m pouring up? let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic
Hey! Actavis
New Ferrari, buy it
I put a MAC in it
Yellow bitch, big booty
I’m smashing shit
From the gutter, fuck the rapping
I’m jacking shit
Money talking
Nigga playing, we smashing shit
[?], nigga know that we cancel shit
Fully loaded, fully ammo, immaculate
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’? [Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
(Bagg)
For that pack I want exactly what I told you
And that’s closure
Dispensary out in Colorado, keep a backwood full of doja
Machine gun ‘cross the shoulder, wake the whole house up
Folgers
Shawty tripping on poster, like I’m ‘posed to
She want exposure
Six cars, I’m more than mobile
Rockstar, I’m never sober
Shit at all, what I owe them exactly? [Intro: Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
[?]
Can’t hear you
Punch me in
Do it all over
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Back then she ain’t fuck with a nigga, but now she wanna cuff me
My sack bigger
Fuck on her, I leave
I’m that nigga
Dope on top of them trees like cat litter
I ain’t choosing no side, I stay in the middle
How the fuck he gon’ ride? Two for one, only one was a baddie
Plug hit, say he having contractions
That mean yay on the way (any day)
Straight off the block to a billboard spot
That mean I’m hotter than May
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’?

From farm to fashionable fleece: New consumers discover wool

How 25 years of breeding led to a fast-growing, no-shearing 'lamb master' sheep
Photo:
Wool industry veteran Peter Small, instructs wool classer Nathalee Williams on the type of fleece he is seeking to buy. Manufacturing clothing like woollen apparel became a perilous pursuit.But one brand, Toorallie, is emerging as one of the bright stars of Australia’s wool industry and it is the younger consumers who are propelling its growth. So, keep an eye on us!”Tim Lee’s story TWIN SPIN screens on Landline this Sunday at 12.30pm. They’re also proud to have toughed it out during the bleak years when Australian clothing manufacturers were falling over in droves.”It would have been easy to step away. And we hope the future’s bright. The brothers brokered a business partnership with Peter Small, a veteran woolgrower who had spent decades processing Australian wool into fine yarn. Photo:
Newly-shorn sheep at Pooginook station, a famous sheep stud where Toorallie sources its fleeces. But Steve and Simon Smith had devoted the prime years of their 20s to the brand and never considered walking away. (Landline)
“So the fact that wool is natural, bio-degradable, renewable, wicks away moisture, is odour resistant, it’s tapping into this generation which missed out on all of this,” Ms Griplas from Australian Wool Innovation added.Toorallie, run by identical twins Simon and Steve Smith, are all too aware of this emerging market. But now that we’re actually getting some returns on it, it’s good and no journey is an easy journey,” Steve Smith said.Twin brother Simon, mirrors those sentiments.”We love to tell our story of triumph I guess over tough times. Photo:
Toorallie produce traditional knitwear to include wool-denim jeans, shirting, t-shirts, hosiery and accessories. (Landline: Tim Lee)
“Well it was bleak. It was as bleak as it could get really,” Steve Smith recalled.Peter Small, became a co-owner with two other silent partners and the re-born Toorallie has gradually gone from strength to strength.”With patience and commitment we’ve got it back up and now we’re in a good spot where we can invest properly in the brand and really that’s investing in design and creative elements,” Simon Smith said.The company now supply more than 250 retail outlets in Australian and New Zealand, and makes a virtue of the fine Merino wool it uses. Photo:
Twins of spin, Simon (left) and Steve Smith (right), have resurrected their family’s clothing brand. Our best stories in your inbox? When Australia’s wool industry collapsed in 1991, woolgrowers suddenly found themselves collectively burdened with 180 million near-worthless sheep and almost 5 million bales of unwanted wool. Photo:
Lisa Griplas said Gen Ys and Millennials grew up with mostly synthetics and missed out on the beauty of natural fibres. Fashion, ever fickle, had moved on.The business collapsed under a mountain of debt. (Landline: Tim Lee)
“It doesn’t have to be 100 per cent Merino, it just has to have Merino as its core,” Simon Smith said.Simon Smith oversees a lot of the technical elements, like the blending of wool with cotton or bamboo and development of stylish fabrics. Increasingly, today’s consumers want a more casual style.”Now we’ve got a rail of diverse knit scarves, socks, jackets, coats, jeans, t-shirts,” Steve Smith said. But by 2004, cheap Chinese clothes were flooding the Australian market. (Landline)
Toorallie takes its name from the Smith family’s former property at Bombala in south-east New South Wales, where Steve and Simon Smith’s parents Peter and Claire owned and ran a large wool-growing property.The brand flourished for a decade — making colourful, bulky knit jumpers and classical knitwear. (Landline: Tim Lee)
All of the fleeces are sourced from Pooginook, a famed wool growing property near Jerilderie in southern New South Wales.Wool industry executive Ms Griplas, sees that story of provenance as another growing consumer trend.”The fact that people are so concerned of where their food comes and how their food is made, people are becoming more conscious of where their clothes are made and I think Australian wool perfectly aligns with this,” Ms Griplas said.The Smith brothers are excited about the growth prospects for Merino clothing, domestically and in emerging markets such as the Asian middle class. Across the nation dozens of bold and innovative farmers tried their hand at value-adding; spinning and knitting their own fleeces into woollen clothing.Most of them have long since given up. External Link:

Toorallie facebook post Subscribe to Rural RoundUp: stories from the farm. Sales of woollen clothing had stagnated. They cut their cloth, so to speak, to meet modern trends.

Teaching students the sheep industry from Adelaide Showgrounds
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July 27, 2018 09:25:54

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Emma Silverton poses for a fashion shoot in woollen clothing, boasting the “sheep-to-shop” ideal of the Toorallie brand.
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Juice WRLD – Rockstar Status Lyrics

[Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up
[Verse: 1]
No more Xannies, gave em up
Last time I xannied, I threw up
In her panties, tear it up
She love all my Givenchy, she wear it up
She still running, from my love
Got the demons on me, I’m below high
And I’m done running, from the drugs
But they still running, from my gun, right
Club life, drug life, saw her in the club light
She a killer in the white shirt, that’s that off white
How you finna ball on my turf, that shit offsides
She told me that if I took the right drugs, then I won’t die
[Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up
[Verse: 2]
I get money in my lone time, on my own time
I just popped a perc, and called a play so I’ll be fine
Don’t believe in sunshine, I’m a night guy
I lied when I told her I was Mr. Nice guy
Rockstar status, in the cut, with some Molly missin’
And you know that they dirty dancin’ for the dope
She said she gon’ suck me up until the bitch choke
Bitch I’m Danny Phantom, with the ghost
Pull up in a Phantom, like a ghost, right
Young rich, handsome, did the most, huh
Pop it like Champaigne, she tryna have a toast, right
[Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up

PnB Rock – Real Luv Lyrics

[Intro]
I can’t find real luv
Yeah Yeahhh
Real luv
[Verse 1]
It was something about your eyes when I met you
Yeah I swear I caught a vibe when I met you
Yeah I swear I fell in love when I text you
Cause they way you fucking talk was intellectual
Member all the times I came to your rescue
Had to wipe your fucking eyes cause they recked you
Used to hit it from the side when I sexed you
God I gotta thank your mom cause she blessed you
Yeah you used to hit my line get faded
I remember all the times we’d get wasted
Girl I used to drop you off on the west side
Used to hit it from the back that’s your best side
[Chorus]
I can’t trust or think now
All that’s on my brain now
I can’t find real love now
Some feel like a drug
You know I thought about you last night
I was on my last flight
I can’t find real love now
And you know it, yeah you know it, yeah you know it
[Verse 2]
Since the last time
I been fucking all these hoes just to past time
I remember when I used to give you all my time
I know you would break my heart just show me all the signs
This shit is crazy used to be my baby
I’m really ready for you to play me
You really tried it
Used to be my bitch
You really lied bitch and now I hope you die bitch
[Chorus]
And I can’t trust or think now
All that’s on my brain now
I can’t find real luv now
Some feel like a drug
You know I thought about you last night
I was on my last flight
I can’t find real luv now
And you know it, yeah you know it, yeah you know it

Tyga – SWISH Lyrics

[Intro: David Banner]
D.A got that dope
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Verse 1: Tyga & David Banner]
Okay, so high and I’m lookin’ at my Rollie time
Fucked her once gotta call her for the seventh time
So sincere but don’t get out of line
A.I. in his prime, hard net to launch
Swish, do it on me all night
Yeah, I wanna bust it down until it’s daylight
How you keep your toes white and the pussy tight
Ohh, the 42 got you feelin’ nice
Ohh, Kawasaki bout to lick her bike (uh)
Rich, rich, they rich, you know what I like
Cum girl, g-go in overtime
Girl you look good, won’t you, you know the line
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Verse 2: Tyga & David Banner]
Finger fuckin’ money, finger bangin’ to the hunnid (hah)
If you act like you want it, I can put you on it
Too blessed to be stress, sex in the morning
You can have my t-shirt if you really want it
Trunk in the front, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop, pop, pop that
If I gave you my number, better hold that
In the party goin’ dumb, hoes squamates
And I just threw, 20 in the strip
Aye, aye, see this on my wrist
Aye, aye, hunnid on my neck
Bling, bling, saucy with the drip
Could it be my cash, why you on my dick
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Bridge: Tyga, David Banner & Sample]
Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up
And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up
And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and
Bend that, bend that, bend that ca-
Bend that, bend that, bend that (hah, hah)
Bend that
Pop, pop, pop that
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Outro: Tyga]
Could it be my cash
And I just threw 20 in the strip
Could it be my cash
And I just threw 20 in the strip

YBN Nahmir – I Got A Bag Lyrics

[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
[Verse 1]
I got a bag I love to flex
Counting up them bands
Hit my line up for that package
You know my shit the best
She like she just want a passport
So I’m like what you hit my line for
[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
[Verse 2]
Pour sprite in my cup then I pour some juice up in it
And the police on my ass just because my windows tinted
If a nigga want that static my nigga Glizzy let you have it
Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still on that block
And I’m pulled up
A nigga run up on me, he getting fucked up
Those .223s hit yo whip then you out of luck
Nigga want that static choppas gone light they block up
Bitch I’m about a bag now
I be doing shows out of town
Man these niggas wanna be like me
Cause I be fishing in my money deep
I be flexing about a bag
You my son, I make you call me dad
I’m a grind until I get a Jag
No, I’m a grind until I get a pad
[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye

DJ Khaled – Where You At Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh
[Verse One: Freeway]
It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
They like, “Freeway, where you been?”
In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki’
Tell me, how crooked is he? The mayor gave him the key to the city
Then he turn around and flood the city with nickels
To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome
The mini-mansion, his home
If Khaled call my phone, I’m in the place to be
G4, the M-I, get high, float in the friendly sky
I’m that fly, tell my pilot the fourth
Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly
I kill the shit out a sixteen
Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I
Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I
Ship it out to Khaled and shoot a video for it, holla! [Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? [Chorus: Freeway & Malice]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? [Intro: Freeway]
Uh, yeah
Woo! That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it
[Verse Three: Malice & Pusha T]
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing neither, that ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No doubt; from Virginia, where the drought never touch us
Them dopes in the pillows, the home of the couch-stuffers
Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers
And all the baddest bitches pretending that they love us
Fucking the soul out us, we call ‘em the Golden-Mouthers
Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches
Send ‘em to they spouses, we back in the street
Cooking up them ounces, from a quarter to a ki’
Call me Place-Your-Order P, c’est la vie
If you want it, know, I got it for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas! Uh, it’s going down, niggas! Khaled! We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them thangs, niggas
Million records sold and still them same niggas
Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures
Where I’m at, they measure worth by your figures, uh! Robert smoking
I supply the addicts, they grab the baggage and keep it moving
Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen
Drop the lop look like the roof stolen, call the cops
He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the blocks
Run up on him, treat you like the drop, roof open
All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping
They be hoping that I’m slipping, I be praying that I’m not
Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block
Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, nigga! Yes! That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga [Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga
[Verse Two: Freeway]
My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving
Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, “A-hallelujah!”
I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger
And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but
I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open
Can make it happen with rapping, I get my Ps and Qs in
I know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Free!

L’A Capone – We Up (Solo) Lyrics

[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Verse 1]
We at the top now
We riding foreign and shit so let the top down
She wanna top now told her bitch not now
I ain’t got time for shit we geting gwuap now
You ain’t no kin to me
Just a friend to me
I gotta do it 1 time for my enemies
Smoking kush trees
Then we spray febreze
Gucci boots for the winner no scraping knees
If I’m ugly
She love me
Yea i do the ralph lauren prolly rugby
So bitch back up
We sacked up
I got a 40 with a beam and a mac truck
[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Verse 2]
Lemme take them to finesse school
Niggas wearing fake Trues like that’s cool (not cool)
I’ll send the haters at dude
Like Lil JB I’m that dude
We them niggas with that attitude
She want to fuck so I put her on the schedule
We ain’t scared of you
We way ahead of you
And on my hands that’s cocaine residue
Throw L’s up
Get filled up
I don’t he wanna feel the shells hit ya
No snitching
Cause we’ll get ya
I had to do it one time for my niggas
[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Outro]
They falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

Young Thug – I’m On Lyrics

Joe
We can go high as skies go
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never seen no bitch that won’t go on a UFO
Ay, ay, oh
Yikes, I know, aye
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car, yeah
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Me and you should roll
We should go
I ain’t washin’ my clothes
I’d buy these new clothes
I’d rather buy new clothes
Saint Laurent on my toes
Fifty racks in the store
Fifty more in my coat
Big bank Slime, ho
Spent one or two dimes on her
I spend time with the owners
Big bank, Slime owner
We a different breed
We just tryna succeed
Got some diamonds on my teeth
Tell me who do it like me? I’m ’bout to tease it
First, I gotta eat it
I got my reasons
I got some reasons
Everyone ’round me bleedin’
Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
I was this close to servin’ them keys
Now twenty hoes on they knees
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah
Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
Come down the block in a tank top
And y’all gon’ kill the scene, yeah
Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah
I’ma go all out for the green, yeah
I’ma ball out with my team, yeah
I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt)
You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set)
I just hopped out the jet, yeah
Now I’m headed to the check, yeah
Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
I’ma get up and go get what I need
Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean
Mixin’ red in a pint with the green
Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene
[?], you ain’t tryin’ me
Walked in with a slime with me
Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, bails like south, yeah
Dick in her mouth, yeah
‘Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah
Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
Bankhead bounce, yeah
None of my diamonds got clout
I got a car in the house like couch
I got a key to your main bitch house
I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out
Philippe’s on me today
I got a bitch, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth
I ’bout to kick shit sideways right now
‘Bout to say something right now
I got a pill in my stomach right now
I got a lotta new money right now
Blue face, hunnid by the low
Inside out, white nose
Hol’ up, baby girl, move
Everybody cut my bros
Put my dick in her nose
They might pass that hoe to my bros
I got 20-dollar bills, we cold
Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah
I know she about the green hoe, yeah
Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah
Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss
Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws
I’ma pinky roll, pass her to the dawg
Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan
All my diamonds bought without the clout
I put it up as if it was a drought
New York niggas call me without a doubt
I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh
Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah
Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah
Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should buy some Vans
Money long as a caddy, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should invest in vans
I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car [Intro: Young Thug]
Aye
We got London on da Track
You should loosen up a little bit
Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
I just thought
You should know
Thought that you should know
It’s a whole new world
You can be my girl
You should know
Foreign, we could go
Got a lil’ molly and coke
Use your nose
Gotta use your nose
Use your nose
Got a lil’ molly and coke
But you gotta use your nose
Fee-fi-fo
G.I.

Vic Mensa – Neon Guts (Remix) Lyrics

on beats by Weezer
And I got a colorful aura like Rita
Pop RQ blow, color of Alamarita
Yes, andele, andele, E.I
I’m goin’ Nelly with the white [?] Reeboks
Keep a pump on me like Reeboks
Soulja Boy with the neon Glock
Throwin’ up Star Trak like Spock
Outter space like Star Fox
Stars on the ceilin’ on the Phantom hard-top [Intro]
I had to pull out the cover to America chain if I’m gonna ride a Skateboard beat, ya dig? Shout out to my nigga Terry Kennedy, this some ice cream, BGK, dirty ghetto kid shit, baker three shit
Shaker shit, haha
Yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Neon J’s, neon chain
African beads, Prince Ahkane
Grapefrog ring by Wes Lang
In New Zealand, I’m jet skiin’
Rockin’ ice berg like a Looney Tune
My neck yellow rolled, call it Juicy Fruit
Watch and I be different shades of blue
No Versace, I don’t wear Medusa faces
Milo faces on my shoes
This Bape is from 2002
Human Made on the crew
Cherry red Canada Goose
And when I shoot, you play duck, duck, goose
Gucci cuff links on a Burberry suit
I need the cover, I’m so GQ
You try to fuck her, she say “me too”
I feel like Usher, I’m burnin’ the rubber
My weed different colors, I’m smokin’ on Gushers
My wood is a Russian, it’s color a butter
I’m not CIA, but I wear Undercover
Yeah, Faith Connexion, iridescent, yes
Pharrell Chanel, circle lenses, uh
You ask how much did I spend and, shit
I don’t even know, but it’s expensive, uh
Saint Laurent boots
G-class Benzes, clickin’ my heels like Toto in Kansas
I’m at Eleven with neon dancers, neon jacket, neon vantage
We in Atlanta like Deion Sanders
At Blue Flame throwin’ green Ben Franklins
Come to Garcon off of eBay, uh
You wearin’ Dragon Ball Z Bape
I don’t wear Bape after Nigo
I feel like Drake in my peacoat
I’m in a Rick Owens sheepcoat
Neon guts when she deepthroat
We on London at Heathrow
Apple Ciroc, not Tito’s
Spendin’ them Jacksons, like Tito
I’m on hot, like Ebro
Left my ex, Magneto
That’s faneto, Despacito
Lemme get a little bit, un poquito
Pourin’ up Ace, but it taste like [?]
Shorty get wetter than Puerto Rico, ayy
I got love for my Boricuas
I deliver like I’m pea pod
American Express, it’s a green card
That’s a oxymoron, I’m a retard
Crib got a doorman and a key card
On my retro shit I need a [?]
Pornstar from Brazil like Neymar
She suckin’ my soul like De La
Neon dunks, SVs these de la’s
Call me Dorrough with the ice cream paint job
I’m with Towkio, but she tryna Bangkok
No Pinocchio, I don’t do the nose jobs
Pull up in the Elon Musk
Tesla truck, neon cup
Neon drank, neon dank
That’s a fuckin’ trinity like Leo’s nuts
Pause, you never been to Ibiza
Pinstripe Gucci, I feel like a zebra
Throw up the pyramids like I’m in Giza
In Palestine I show [?]
Met Farrakhan and he said I’m a leader
Put No I.D.