Hippo Campus – Buttercup

I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
No holds barred in the ring so you’ll fight me
Give ’em hell, give ’em teeth like you taught me
Tireless mess, seeking thrills getting bitey
When I’m in doubt
Pudgy face kissing lace in the backseat
Wrinkled toss of the coin that I can’t see
Don’t forget I have you to be like me
Where around is enough for a family
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
Growing pains splaying rain on the high sea
Scale a tree, snap a branch so you can’t leave
On the ground, lost and found, understand me
Putting words in my mouth, trying to get free
Solid punch kind of eyes make ‘em wobbly
Gothic vine growing fire in the lobby
Lighten up, buttercup, get a hobby
Yeah, swing, sucker, swing, finish sobbing
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (On The Late Show) (Live)

If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment
[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap? You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do? [Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose? No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence? Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?

YFN Lucci – Boss Life (feat. Offset)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I gotta move a clip, in this lil’ uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana
Whole lot of drums and bananas
I don’t fuck with no rappers
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Reachin’ for my chains see I know blood they gon’ wack ’em yeah
New spot like the Falcons
New drop this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston
1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah (offset)
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset)
My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pint and how you can (hun)
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
I’m drippin’, baby, excuse me (drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Pinky ring crystal clear, 40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)
60k solitaire (60 ball)
I cannot vibe with queers (hun hun)
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Bustin’ them down by the pair ( bust down)
Patek Philipe, it’s rare (hey)
I’m smashin’, pullin’ her hair (smash)
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
It’s a ghost but do not be scared (hun hun)
It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
Sippin’ on codeine, floatin’ with no gravity yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Short Film)

We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king

Juicy J – No Mo

You need to stop chasin’ these hoes, my nigga. Why you stalkin’ her? Yeah
[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
[Verse 1]
Mister Officer, Mister Officer
Please take the hand cuffs off of her
Why you stalkin’ her? You know what I’m sayin’? Bitch is takin’ all your motherfuckin’ check, nigga, you know what I’m sayin’? These hoes belong to everybody, everybody
Kill that bitch, that’s a dead body, dead body
These hoes, they be backstage, sellin’ pussy
These hoes be on Backpage, sellin’ pussy
[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
Hey You know what I’m sayin’? Like nigga you broke than a motherfucka ‘cause you spend it all on these dirty ass hoes. Find you a real woman, my nigga. [Intro]
It’s the weekend. So man, fuck your problems, man, I don’t give a fuck about your motherfuckin’ problems, brah. Hackin’ phones tryin’ to find out who she talkin’ to
You was callin’ her, you was callin’ her
Last night she ain’t answer, I was all in her all in her
We was all in her, we was all in her
Made her bust that pussy careful, all my dawgs in here
It was me, Juicy J, and all my wolves from ‘round the way
I spend 20, I spend 30, I blow 50 in a day
That ain’t nothin’ to a boss, I spend 300 on a Wraith
I can’t save no mo’ hoes, ain’t no room in my safe (nooo)

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
[Verse 2]
All these niggas cuffin’ and these bitch really nothin’
I can’t fall in love, hey bitch, that shit ain’t up for discussion
Treat you like a freak because I know your ass be bussin’
He toss a couple dollars, you gonna let that nigga touch it
You used to niggas trickin’ but tonight we fuckin’
I can’t take you home to momma, I can’t take you out in public
I don’ spent so much on you I gotta put you in my budget
Shake that ass, make that money, who am I to judge it?

Lil Pump – Can’t Tell Me Nothing Lyrics

[Intro]
Woop, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
You can’t tell me shit, I got designer on me (brr)
Ooh, Big Head on the beat (ayy, ayy)
Trapper of the century
[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
[Verse]
Designer on my drip, fuck a nigga bitch (bitch)
Fuckin’ in that VIP (what?), eighty on my wrist
Pull up to the trap, [?] for a brick
Pull up on a groupie and I had to hit a lick
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in Giuseppe
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in the Bentley
You can’t tell me shit because I’m the trapper of the century (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit because I’m countin’ up the fetty
[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You can’t tell me shit, bitch
Designer on my drip
You can’t tell me shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Eminem – Kill My Pain (Mixup) Lyrics

But stay true, sippin’ 22’s of brew
And now media is tryna test me
Got the press askin’ questions, tryna stress me
Misery is all I see, that’s my mind state
My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped
He screamed “Thug Life!” and emptied the clip
Got tired of runnin’ from the police
[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal
[Eminem]
There they go, packin’ stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, macadamian they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like Bozos
He’s wondering if he should spit this slow
Fuck no! Payback muthafucka for the way that you doubted me hows it taste? Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies, now the whole world’s tryna screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do? [Eminem]
Back’s to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I’m talking a lot of
Shit but I’m backing it all up
But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollers
After the track is demolished, I am your lack of a conscience
I’m the ringing in your ears
I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eatin’ your vocal chords after your concerts
I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged
Grab for some water
But I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow
I’m the bullies you hate that you became
With every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you, every woman you insult
Batter, but the double-standards you have
When it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper’s persona
Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic
Of you not knowing what you had ’til it’s gone
‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam
No more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them
[Evanescene] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal
[Notorious B.I.G]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin’ screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin’ blew up
Choppin’ rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin’
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Runnin’ from the police, picture that
Nigga, I’m too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That’s why I bust back, it don’t phase me
When he drop, take his Glock and I’m Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make
(I repeat)
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make
[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal
[2Pac]
But still I’m havin’ memories of high speed when the cops crashed
As I laugh, pushin’ the gas while my Glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts? Go for broke
His cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain’t had a real buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed
Theyve been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as before
Bashing in the brains of these hoes
And establishing a name as he goes
The passion and the flame is ignited
You can’t put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck that I’m talking about when we riot
You dealin with a few true villains
Whose stand inside of the booth truth spillin
And spit true feelings, until our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths
Now rewind it! When I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
Im Hannibal Lecter so just in case youre thinking of saving face
You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this place
So Drake
[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

Bhad Bhabie – Hi Bich (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Lil’ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil’ niggas broke
All that flexin’, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I’ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep droppin’
I’ll fuck a nigga’s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil’ nigga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so bitch
Yeah we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
Since you flexin’ like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like it’s Baghdad
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch)
She ain’t got FaceTime, I’ma Skype it
Get her head one time, tell her, “Bye, bitch”
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon’ buy me? [Verse 4: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, don’t wanna try me
Yeah, that’s on my mama’s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up
Never wanna line up, I don’t do McDonald’s
Fuck crazy you know I’m breakin’ necks when I’m pullin’ up (skrrt)
All my numbers lookin’ outrageous
Now the blogs handin’ out praises
Got the world usin’ my phrases
Hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don’t say my name, bitch)
Barrin’ out, I ain’t got Xans in me, no
Young but I’m ballin’ like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don’t give a fuck
Came from the street, Boynton Beach
Shit, they know what’s up
Bitches that hold no position
Come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention
Knock a hoe out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin’ with no purpose? I be puttin’ venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless
You ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it’s all comin’ together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I’m doin’ 30 of ’em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin’
Bitches showin’ everything, I be understuntin’ (damn)
Understandin’ your regard, really had nothin’ (shit)
Shit, but now I’m breakin’ records and I’m makin’ history (wow)
How can they stop me? Come straight out the sky like I’m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil’ on my neck, I’ma blind ya
Cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
Bitch bad, still buyin’ no purses
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
[Verse 3: Asian Doll]
Bitches deceased
Smokin’ on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don’t try it
Ball out the mall, I’m like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
Send her ass on a hike
I don’t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Asian Doll! [Interlude: Bhad Bhabie]
Bitch! You mad, ho
Why you so mad ,ho? I swear it’s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery
(Let your kids listen to me!)
Ho, I do millions on a slow day
And I ain’t gotta go to school like a snow day
But my… in the stu so it’s okay
Bank account look like a lick
Broke ho, you look like you sick
Slide on the beat like it’s slick
Bitch don’t compare me to Iggy
That old ho is washed and I’m lit
Wouldn’t pay her to wash up my whip
(Bye, broke bitch, bye, hoe!)
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

Bankroll Fresh – Run To The Money Lyrics

[Intro]
[?]
[Chorus]
Fuckin’ [?] money, I already done it
Guess who the money, I already done it
Money you talkin’, I already spoiled it
All of these bitches know that I’m a hunned
All of these [?] know that I already done it
Gucci on Gucci, I already done it
Louis on Louis, I already done it
Her mirrors on mans, I already done it
[?] to gold, [?] get you the money
[?] get you the money
Used to drop the Fendi, get you the money
Used to trap hard to get you the money
Ran it through money, we run through the money
Trap a had nigga, I run through the money
Young nigga [?] and I jeweled up a hunned
Young nigga light me up, run through the money
[Verse 1]
Word ’round the town I’m the new God of town
Word ’round the town, fuck around we’ll gun you down
Finnessed ’em out her 20 ’cause that nigga was a clown
I got that Glock with that motherfuckin’ 30 round
Young nigga playin’ in the club wet her down
Young nigga got that water, Alex Silverstein
Polo design on ’em, no I got the shine on ’em
Ear ring drop the dime on ’em, just to put the shine on ’em
P[?] me some bandages, 4 hoes in the Mandarin
We on the 17 floor, you know how this shoulda go
Oriental [?] marble on the tile kitchen floor
We hand out the bitch though, and that nigga kissed a hoe
[?] Crisco, diamonds they on disco
Mailed them back from Fresno, [?] ten-fold
Workin’ at the wing gate, I just made a 10 play
I just dropped like 10 K, I just dropped like 10 a day
[Chorus]
Fuckin’ [?] money, I already done it
Guess who the money, I already done it
Money you talkin’, I already spoiled it
All of these bitches know that I’m a hunned
All of these [?] know that I already done it
Gucci on Gucci, I already done it
Louis on Louis, I already done it
Her mirrors on mans, I already done it
[?] to gold, [?] get you the money
[?] get you the money
Used to drop the Fendi, get you the money
Used to trap hard to get you the money
Ran it through money, we run through the money
Trap a had nigga, I run through the money
Young nigga [?] and I jeweled up a hunned
Young nigga light me up, run through the money

Portugal. The Man – Feel it Still Remix Lyrics

[Intro]
Can’t keep my hands on myself
Put another dress, and come a little closer, baby
Since you got my soul in your hands
[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still
[Hook
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1945
Got them over riped, but they feel it still
Uuuuu, I’mma California dreamin’
Got me feeling its a 2018, 16
Got them over riped, but they feel it still
[Verse: 1]
Uuuu, I’m still lie on a grass, but I can to feel your breath still
Your the heart, is beatin’ still so loud, got me over riped, but I feel it still
[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still
[Verse: 2]
Uuuu, Eazy going, eazy going
Hardly working, hardly working
I’m lieing on a grass, but I still can feel your breath
And then you come to me and told me
Not afraid, not afraid (uuuuuuu)
Not streesed, not stressed (uuuuuu)
Not dressed, not dressed (uuuuuu)
I can’t see it, but I can feel it (on my skin)
[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still
[Hook
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1945
Got them over riped, but they feel it still
Uuuuu, I’mma California dreamin’
Got me feeling its a 2018, 16
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Morgan Heritage’s Golden CBD Water Hosting Pre-GRAMMY Party

Congrats again to all the nominees that are up for the Best Reggae Album of The Year. In yet another unprecedented and historical move, 2016 GRAMMY award winning and 2018 GRAMMY nominated Morgan Heritage’s companies Golden CBD Water will host a pre-GRAMMY event. Related Posts

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Reggae Singer Denroy Morgans Gets Key To Brooklyn Notables from all facets of the Caribbean diaspora will intertwine, mix and mingle with mainstream media, sports figures, politicians and business figures to not only celebrate Morgan Heritage’s achievements, but to honor all nominees and reggae as a whole. We hope that this will be the first of many Golden Grammy Parties for years to come. With an anticipated red carpet which will boasts a gamut of stars, the pre-GRAMMY party will take place on January 26th at Suite 36 located at 16 W36th st, New York. The high profile GRAMMY festivities such as Clive Davis’ annual party have become a staple of the music filled events ahead of the coveted ceremony, but the first ever in NY honoring the Reggae nominees. Just like all the other genres that are included in the GRAMMY Awards Ceremony. We believe it’s our duty to bring our community together as a whole during GRAMMY week and honor the nominees for their achievements and amazing contribution to the genre for that year. Best of luck to you all.”
The Golden GRAMMY Party will be hosted by media personality Dahved Levy from WBLS and famed comedian Majah Hype, the pre-GRAMMY party will feature special performances by Jemere Morgan and K’Coneil, with music provided by DJ Norie of Power 105, Massive B, DJ Roy and UK’s DJ Splackavelli. “We’re grateful for the Recording Academy for including our genre every year since the mid 80’s in the Annual GRAMMY Awards. The European Winter Tour, will see the band perform in several cities throughout Denmark, Norway, Netherlands, Belgium, France, Spain, Portugal, Italy, Switzerland and Germany. Admission $150 Pre-Sale, $250 at door with a number of limited tables are available at www.fanlink.to/goldengrammyparty
GRAMMY award-winning Morgan Heritage will kick off their Avrakedabra European tour February 1stin Stockholm, the capital of Sweden. “The Reggae genre and Caribbean music on a whole is one of the most influential musics on the planet,” the company said in a statement.

Usher and Don Corleone Team Up On New Single “Pressure”

I made it on spot and it took me like five minutes to complete it.”
Don added that Usher loved what he heard and Rico Love then suggested that they include a female dancehall artist on the track. Don Corleone is the first Jamaican based producer to produce a song for Usher which makes it a big achievement. Dancehall music has been reshaping the sound of mainstream pop and hip hop over the past two years and more established artists are now looking to Jamaica to get the authenticity of that sound. “It has only a few keys on it, so he then asked if I could make it fire with that dancehall sound. “I went to the studio and to my surprise, Usher was in the studio. So, Rico said let me play something for you and he played me this demo that he did,” the producer added. “We recorded her the next day at Hitmaker Studio in Kingston… When Usher and Rico heard it, they both loved it,” he revealed. Related Posts

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Latest Usher Herpes Accuser Ignite Twitter “I got a call from Rico Love (an American producer) one night asking me if I could come to a studio in Hollywood, California and be prepared to work,” Corleone said. Justin Bieber, who was discovered by Usher, dabbled in dancehall for his last album, and we’ve seen artists like Drake, Rihanna, Tory Lanez, and Chris Brown all release dancehall influenced singles. Corleone said he made it happen but can’t disclose the name of the female artist who will be on the track, but there are already some rumors that it’s dancehall newcomer Shenseea. Usher taps dancehall power producer Don Corleone for his new single “Pressure.”
The link-up between the R&B singer and the producer was put together by producer Rico Love, according to Don Corleone. The two met for the first time at the famous AfterMaster Recording & Mastering Studios in Hollywood, CA.

Dave East and Nas Drop Cinematic Video “The Hated”

The project has some recognized names on the tracklist including Marsha Ambrosius, Lloyd Banks, T.I., and Tory Lanez. The video starts out with East and his homie being captured by heavily armed police offices before transitioning to the life portrayed by Anthony and Corey. “One conversation between homies, better yet brothers, That used to spend the night with each other, They moms was best friends, One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live, Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size, He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die,” Dave East raps. The clip introduced the Anthony and Corey characters, played by Cominaharr and Mike Troll respectively, that Dave East raps about on the track. Related Posts

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Is Chris Brown Singing About Rihanna & Karrueche On Dave East Song Dave East and Nas serve up a short film-like video for their collaborative effort “The Hated.”
The 10-minute cut was directed Kid Art which tells a true story of a crime drama type film based in New York City. Nas did not appear in the video but he sends shout-out to his brother Dave East who dropped his Paranoia: A True Story, P2 mixtape on Tuesday.

Kanye West Is All Smiles After Welcoming Baby Girl

In fact, he is wearing one of his new Yeezy sneakers in the photo below. Aside from hitting up the studio to lay down some new tracks, he has been busy expanding his Yeezy fashion brand. Kanye revealed that they have yet to find a name for their new bundle of joy and fans are already coughing up a few names. Ye and his wife Kim Kardashian welcomed their baby girl on Monday via a surrogate because the reality star has a condition name placenta accreta which caused her some life-threatening complications when she was pregnant with her son Saint West. Sources say they were both in the delivery room when their surrogate mother gave birth to their daughter. Kanye West all smiles after welcoming baby girl. Kanye West and Kim Kardashian already have two kids, a four-year-old name North West, and a two-year-old name Saint West. Kanye West has been working on his new album for the last year and his fans are hoping to see the project sometime this year. Kanye West was all smiled when paparazzi caught up with him in Calabasas on Wednesday. “Can’t think of a name you know what am saying,” he responded to the paps questions while they suggested Donda which is the name of his late mother. pic.twitter.com/Pbn3IxzgS9
— DancehallHipHop (@DHHofficial) January 18, 2018

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Drake Started Following His Baby Mama On Instagram and Fans Are Freaking Out

Drake started following his baby mama on Instagram and his fans are freaking out. Last year he was linked to Jennifer Lopez and since the beginning of the year, he has been rumored to rekindle his relationship with actress Zoe Kravitz. #Ithoughthelijedhisgirlsbbw #theresultsarein #youarethefather #congratsdrake #pornhub #model #shadefreezone
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#drake alleged baby mama ready to pop
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Drake and Zoe Kravitz Just Friends Rapper Shot Down Dating Rumors Shortly after he turned that follow button from blue to GREEN? Since giving birth, she made her Instagram private perhaps because she doesn’t want her baby photos go public. “So 6 God started following his baby mama on lol and then he wants to have us convinced that he is not the father, c’mon bro you have no street cred to lose if you just admit it,” one fan commented while a female fan added, “OMG Drake just followed that haux they say he knocked up am dying please tell me this is not real.”
Drake previously dated Rihanna and Maliah Michel. For months now an adult film star name Sophie Brussaux has been rumored to be pregnant for Drake. Your favorite RAPPER #Drake son was born recently by his Ex-PORNHUB baby mother #sophiebrussaux and he flew her out just to get a paternity test in person ?? He has been silent on the reports while she has been posting baby bump photos on IG. Here is the tea, she recently gave birth and everyone have been holding their breath waiting to find out if he is really the father. Drake suddenly started following her (@SophieKnowsBetter) and some fans think that its a confirmation that he is the father of her baby.