Dave East – My Dirty Little Secret (Paranoia Album)

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know
[Verse 2]
She said she never heard my music but her brother on it
She got me thinkin’ ’bout it if I’ma put a rubber on it
If I ain’t wakin’ up to her message it’s just another mornin’
She really my type because she think love is boring
I don’t know if it’s the jewelry or the cash
That made her respond to me so fast
She ain’t never asked me nothin’ ’bout my past
Speeding I’m trying to look through her pictures
I almost crashed
Digital Dash, Foreign whip, I took a Florida Trip
Me and my daughter, I’m getting messages from this foreign chick
She keep complimenting my jewelry she think I’m more than rich
So I’ma fuck her wearing my jewelry, I’m on some border shit
Online shopper, she don’t go out she just order kicks
I just hope she suck a mean dick and put cheese on her grits
Older women love me the youngins too, I’m running through
I panicked, she ain’t post a picture in over a month or two

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know
[Verse 3]
It’s hard to trust’ em nowadays
They come with foul ways
Thirsty for satisfaction
She doin’ it for a caption
I rather be drunk somewhere relaxin’
I gave six all my jewelry
I don’t trust her, he started laughing
Like this the shorty, you been talking bout and showing us
I’m growing up, no more Keisha’s nigga
I’m blowing up
I don’t trust her enough to pass the weed I be rolling up
I could have her on the beach in Belize sipping coconuts
Hood shit, Hennessy shots until she throwing up
Time to see what that mouth ’bout
She already done smoked enough
Telling me with her last Nigga with head is how she woke him up
Wonder why I’m not going to cuff? Shit, my business rap
I’m outta town all the time, let me know if you can get with that
In 5 minutes flat I bag an ounce up,I was in the trap
It’s funny that ones that was closest don’t even give me dap
You claim you want me, that’s something that you just gotta prove
A lot a dudes in Gucci uniforms like it’s private school
Crazy me wearing these red-bottoms, done brought em out the blue
Young rich nigga, probably find me where Stella got her groove
Feel like I got her, so now I just gotta follow through
She telling me if we was together, I’d have to follow rules
I’mma see you, when I’mma see you, I make a lot of moves
I don’t need you but I might keep you
What do I gotta prove? Mammie you must be smoking dust

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know
[Outro]
Don’t nobody gotta know
Don’t nobody gotta know
Don’t nobody gotta know [Intro]
I’m just tryin’ to figure it out
It’s a lot comin’ with this shit
Lose a lot
Gain a lot
[Verse 1]
Like it’s written in Chinese it’s hard to read her
I poured an 8th in a liter knocking Aaliyah
It’s funny I fell in love with her Instagram
I’m picturing how I’ma fuck her, If I get to meet her
I don’t get to nap
What you do for a living?

Dave East – Pop’s Crazy (Paranoia Album)

You know, dick runs a long way when a motherfucker do that
This what we supposed to be recording, man
Oh god, I said this motherfucker is fucking. Who? Them bitches just don’t give a fuck. The one–the studio when I was with you the other night
Oh, she from France
I seen her before, though
But you know what else this shows, what else it shows about a woman, David Jr.? You know who What, man? And I always believed this in my heart. They will come fuck you and catch a cab
And catch a cab
And catch a cab
And catch a fucking cab. That French bitch, oh
Where I see the joint you had in the studio the other night?

Dave East – Maneuver (feat. French Montana) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Dave East & French Montana]
La musica de Harry Fraud
I maneuver
Montana! Put it up fraud
Ah
[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver
[Post-Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)
[Verse 1: Dave East]
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
I’m just praying that the feds don’t never come and get me (I’m praying)
What do you say to a youngin’ knowing his stomach empty (starving)
He just wanna unload, shoot ’til his gun is empty (boom)
We hustle smart (smart), never just wanted any cash (nah)
These niggas robbing from Pathmarks, stealing from Jimmy Jazz
Welcome to gangland, don’t come without no visit pass (don’t come)
Last year, imagine I counted over a million cash

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Made it out the jungle, came back in a Jaguar (Skrrt)
Shawty ass fat with a clap back
Check checks, so that straight cash (Now tell me you want it, eh)
Suit suit to that ski mask (Now tell me you want it, eh)
The bitch ballin’ like Cooper, German Sheppard, German Ruger
Baby on my Vs stupid, but I put you on the Uber (skurt)
Two hundred on the dash, V12, how I maneuver (haan)
Ice on the hookah, neck looking like a jeweler
[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver
[Post-Hook: Dave East &French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)
[Verse 3: Dave East & French Montana]
And break your heart, you hate, your block hatin’
11:99, a mud haven
Finger tips still sore from all that rock shaving (haan)
I don’t associate with rats, these niggas got statements
All these diamonds on me white, no I am not racist
Grams of crates (crates), brainstorm for the grand escape (escape)
City is so late, on the Haitians (haan)
When they changed their face, I was changing faces (faces)
Bronx to Harlem, deadly combination
I’m in Miami, with Sadé on repeat (haan)
Fifty thousand, put it under the seat (stash)
Keep a gun in my reach (strapped), walk in my shoes, couldn’t fit one of my sneaks
I graduated from the corner, got my hustlers the green, let’s eat

[Bridge: French Montana (Dave East)]
My lawyer from the Jerusalem hit the trial with maces (ahh)
Lacking green stop your circulation (ahh)
Everyday on [??] thug [??] (ahh)
Celebration to the fiends that helped built the nation (ahh)
[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver
[Post-Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)
[Outro: French Montana]
Haan, yeah, your bitch a freak, yeah
Yeah, you niggas [??], yeah
Harlem Bronx deadly combination
Fiends helped built the nation
Grams to the crates
The grand escape

Dave East – Found A Way (Paranoia Album)

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[Intro]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
(Switch my whole life up)
[Chorus]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way (found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way (found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way (found a way)
Got tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way (found a way)
I found a way
Any drug, any plug on deck, if you come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for no games
Just wanna shine like a chain
I’m out my mind, out my brain (brain)
From the grind came the fame (fame)
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
(I ain’t got it)
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game (uh)
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes

[Bridge 1]
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way (found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way (found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way (found a way)
Got tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way (found a way)
I found a way, I found a way
Any drug, any plug on deck, come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for da’ games (no time)
Just wanna shine like a chain (shine)
I’m out my mind, out my brain
From the grind came the fame
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
[Verse 1]
Run up on me, must be out your brain
You and I, we are not the same
Ain’t say a word, when the cops a’ came
Money comin’, shit you gotta change
Hardest young nigga out the game
Watch my aim, got a hundred clip
Movin’ like I’m on the wanted list
I’m on a yacht, with a hundred Crips
I ain’t bitchin’, shit, I wanted this
Jump out in Louis Vuitton
White tee, black leather jacket, like I’m cool with The Fonz
Fuck the ring, kiss the shoe of a don
Hundred p’s, I could move ’em tomorrow

[Bridge 2: Dave East & D’anna Stewart]
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
(found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
(found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way
(I-I-I-I-I)
Got sick and tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way
(y-e-e-a-a-a-h)
I found a way
(found a way, found a way)
Any drug, any plug on deck, if you come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for no games
Just wanna shine like a chain
I’m out my mind, out my brain
From the grind came the fame (find a way)
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes
Pull up, new Maserati
I ain’t touch her body, but the bitch came
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes
Pull up, new Maserati
I ain’t touch her body, but the bitch came

[Outro: Dave East]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way
Got sick and tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way
I found a way
I found a way
I found a way
It was so hard, I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I found a way

Dave East – Perfect (feat. Chris Brown) (Paranoia Album)

Why you won’t listen no more? (Tell ’em)
Why you won’t listen no more? Why? (Can you?)
Don’t be shy, no, up and down (nah)
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here (right here, right here)
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down (I’ma go down)
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round (nobody)
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? (No, no)
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? Don’t be shy, no, up and down (don’t be shy)
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here (right here, uh)
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down (I’ma go down)
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round (nobody)
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out (better not)
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been looking for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick? Why? (Why?)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Won’t listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Perfect, that might not describe you (it might)
I need a word, that’s much better
I’m tryna get back up inside you (oh)
Know they gon’ hate on the way that we slide through
I don’t know nothin’, I know ’bout survival (survival)
Why the hell women only fuck with lames? (Don’t listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go (damn)
Away, away, away, I’ve been (been away)
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect
[Outro: Dave East]
Perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
Perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect (Tell me that)
Why you won’t listen no more? [Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? Why? Why you won’t listen no more? (Oh)
Picture us both gettin’ low on a flight
Love is a gamble, I’m rollin’ the dice
When you Snapchat, you takin’ pictures with my chain on
Club rockin’, but I ain’t goin’ (no)
Your shit get wetter than the rain pourin’
I’m tryna splash (splash)
I’m wonderin’ why we not friends? (Not one)
If you ask me, it kind of depends
I done got nasty with lots of her friends
I keep it a hunnid, don’t gotta pretend (no)
I be so blunted, I got to go in
I’m here for women, won’t acknowledge no men (no)
Was kind of drunk, but shawty got in the Benz (ooh)
Promise, stick with me, you probably gon’ win
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Better not, ha)
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Why?)
Why you won’t listen no more? Why? Why? Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect (perfect)
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick? Don’t be shy, no, up and down
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out (don’t be actin’ fake)
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? (Lames)
Used to the trains, ain’t been on no planes (nope)
Really thinkin’ all these niggas the same
After I hit it, I’m pickin’ your brain (I’m in)
I wanna know what you like
I wanna know if you smoke, am I strokin’ tonight? (Listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, (away)
I’ve been, all around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searching (I’ve been lookin’)
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Verse 1: Dave East]
You deserve it ’cause you perfect (perfect)
You make every moment worth it (every moment)
I’m flyin’ down Collins, I’m shirtless (skrrt)
Just thinkin’ how you might’ve curved it (might have curved it)
I knew you a minute, don’t act like you don’t know the business
I’ve been tryna get all up in it
Gave you my card, I don’t know ’bout no limit (swipe)
They can’t see us in it, that foreign was tinted (oh)
Nowadays they get too borin’ with niggas
In love with that pussy, adorin’ these women (I love ’em)
Pull out some Molly, bet all of them with it
If I take you shoppin’, make sure it’s expensive (cash up)
Nothin’ feel better than knowin’ that pussy for me (mine)
I’ve been a wolf in these streets
I hold my own in it, ain’t nobody took it from me (nobody)
I get women you wouldn’t believe
Eye on that money, I’m gon’ get high with your honey
Might take a trip out of the country
Know I got hoes, she not findin’ it funny
Her brain is so good, I can’t ride with no dummy
I only see you in Prada, not bummy
I’m from the streets, but your momma gon’ love me
I told her, "I never run out of this money"
Fall back on your homies, a lot of them love me
It’s ’bout to get ugly

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? [Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? Why? (Tell me that)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’ (I been lookin’)
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect (you deserve it)
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick?

Dave East – Jazzy (Interlude) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro]
Hey
[Hook]
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is all, all
[Verse]
I can’t go through my day
Without you crossing my mind
Them flashbacks be having me
Going insane
I need it now I can’t lie
The way you do what you do got me feeling
Some type of way (some type of way)
The way you do what you do got me wanting
You more each day
Each day, cause
[Hook]
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is all, all
[Outro]
All, all
The way you do what you do got me feeling
Some type of way
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is
The way you do what you do

Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Paranoia Album)

Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny? [Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
There we go
Ha ha ha
(Renegade)
Ha ha ha
[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’? Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny? Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs til’ I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low temp nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I just did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear em talk but I don’t believe him
New car so I’m gonna leave him
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand (uh, fuck up off me)
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a roll one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got a [?] but he flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store
Fuck the re-up up on Chanel
Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the re-up on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’? Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
[Verse 4: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’? Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny? Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’? Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
[Outro: Dave East]
Bag that up Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Phone off, it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
[?] my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When the album dropping?

Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Nas]
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
[Verse 1: Dave East]
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 holder 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

[Hook: Dave East]
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
[Verse 2: Dave East]
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 hate us, 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 [?] found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it

[Hook]
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
[Outro: Nas]
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king

Dave East – The Hated (Skit) (Paranoia Album)

He’s good in Harlem
Yo tell him come through, bro
That’s love, man
I can’t believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man
We came a long way
Love, man, it’s crazy
Can’t believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, mean
Fuck you mean, nigga
Listen, man, listen, man
Fuck the Dave East nigga, bro
I ain’t gon’ front I don’t even know if that nigga from Harlem
Niggas ain’t got love for him
He be in Queens? Everybody straight? When you see the nigga out here shining or whatever, but fuck this nigga
All that 30 shit, man, I ain’t with that shit, my nigga
This my block, nigga
Fuck that 30 shit, nigga
Man, we let the nigga come through, we let him live
That’s the most he can do
I know he better put on for the hood
I got my lil’ homie, my lil’ homie
My lil’ nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga
So if he don’t put on for my lil’ nigga, you know what time it is
Keep it cool
He know what it is
I swear he do
I swear
Nigga don’t come through no type of crazy way
Man I seen that protect too, need that joint
Man this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro
Like this nigga is not like that
You know I keep my shit on me 24/7
Shit got me hot, bro
Fuck this nigga
I ain’t say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here
Y’all niggas was going crazy
Saying he ain’t like that
Man, fuck that, let’s get this nigga next time he pull up
Heard niggas, bro
Heard niggas, bro
If y’all really feel like that
Keep that same energy when you see niggas, we keep it cool, bro, that’s all it is, like
You know how that shit go
We gon’ see them
Slap fire from this nigga, for real Yo what’s up, my niggas? Fuck outta here, my nigga
I got all the hoes nigga
My DM is crazy, nigga
Fuck is you talking about? Bet you was DM’ing last night
Heard you my nigga what the screen name then? [Skit: Dave East, Friend, Hater #1, Hater #2]
Yo what up, what’s cracking with you two niggas? Dave East, sup, nigga
Ahhhhhhh
This nigga in Harlem right here
What’s cracking, boy
What’s cracking, boy
Sup, nigga, what’s up
Court side, first game
I ain’t gon’ front, my nigga
This shit crazy right now for a nigga
Lil baby girl out there too, she’s beautiful
What you doing for moms and pops, bro
Niggas ain’t doin’ that
What you doin’ for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy
I got to put on
It’s Harlem, baby
One of the last real niggas left
Nowhere in the world
This nigga got 10 chains on, boy
That shit crazy
Let niggas hold something
You out here, 10 chains on and shit
Oh these are some light shit I just got
I just picked this shit up this morning
That boy bus man
You can’t share with the hood, baby, what’s up? I’m ’bout to spin, I got some shit to do later
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to come out
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to drop
I got the "Paranoia" song, I already got that
Y’all niggas be cool
Y’all niggas be cool
Yo where Nas at? Where Nas at tho? On some real shit
How did he meet him? Fuck outta here
Heard you nigga
Who this pullin’ up? Where Nas at bro? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas? I heard y’all niggas ain’t get no ass last night? I just picked this shit up this morning, man
Smoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks
I ain’t gon’ front, I didn’t even bring none of that shit back with me
Y’all good tho? It look like the East nigga, hold up
Watch this nigga, hold up
Yooo!

Dave East – Paranoia (feat. Jeezy) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Dave East]
Got me peekin’ through the blinds like Malcolm
Forty on me
[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
[Verse 1: Dave East]
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
These niggas fuckin’ the package up
That bullshit they kickin’ ain’t adding up
Plus they don’t get no pussy like Magic’s son
Hundreds on hundreds, I stack it up
She bust that pussy then back it up
We standing on couches, we actin’ up
I don’t think these niggas mad enough
Patek cost me eighty, come add it up
Hands on my neck and my face, I got tatted up
I understand why they mad at us
But get out the way when the Phantom is backing up
You need to go on vacation and pack it up
Talkin’ ’bout drugs but these niggas ain’t trap enough
Niggas still tellin’, I guess they ain’t rat enough
Came a long way from them dimes in that Acura
So much ice, make ’em stare
Your wife got caught up in the lights like a deer
Living my life, though I know it ain’t fair
They think I’m from 12th Street, I run with no fear
See the borough from the Lear, yeah
Brown diamonds look like beer, clear
Shots’ll hit you, doctors screaming clear
I’m just paranoid, don’t believe in scared
I can see the dead

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I made a million a million times
They must’ve snorted a million lines
Mind playin’ tricks, Willie D
Let my top down, ceiling me
Hermes, thirty on the hip
Vegas watch, hundred on the strip
Half a hundred hang up out the clip
Pop that pussy like I’m Uncle Luke
This marijuana got the best of me
When I land just have a vest for me
All these bad bitches wantin’ saving
All this money, it gon’ be the death of me
New Rollies for the gang gang
New chucks, yeah gang bang
Know some niggas down to hit the lick
Eighty-six a nigga for a brick

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one

A$AP Ferg & Ski Mask The Slump God – ILoveYourAunt

How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? [Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Rassclaat, big tunes selector! I gave her wood, just like a stump
Just like a camel, her back have a hump
Got dick on her head, just like a lump
Just like a honey she suck on my cum
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? Ayy ayy ayy, huh, huh
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Been in the booth for days
I’m in a coupe with Dave
Roof on the ‘Rari gone
Hit it like Barry Bonds
I’m like a deadly arm
Spit it like d-d-d-d-d-d-dit! Perfecto! I gave her wood, just like a stump
Just like a camel, her back have a hump
Got dick on her head, just like a lump
Just like a honey she suck on my cum
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? Diamonds is froze, I need a mint
[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? Pearl, I’m with Lil Boat
Want a damn big boat, Burberry peacoat
Flow like Pandico, matter fact Diesel, yup
Gas, diamonds illegal, yuh
Digital dash, he still in that Beetle, yup
Nigga be fly, just like a beetle, yuh
Paula McCartney, your girl like Atari, no
Your bitch is my darling, eat dick like she starving, yep
Just like she Britney, she wanna clean my dick head like
I’m in her kitty, but I still treat pussy like I’ll go broke
Bobby and Whitney, smoking that dick she addicted to pipe
Death always near me, like Billy, Mandy, Grim Reaper and a scythe
[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? Your bitch on my dick and she kissin’ the tip
Diamonds is blue, repping the Crip
I’m in Dior, rockin’ that Rick
Getting her top, rubbin’ her clit
Fuck a lil broad, she with the clique
Hammer go off, I’ma go click
Still live in Harlem, but I’m so rich
I go retarded, where my helmet? I gave her wood, just like a stump
I hit your head with the back of the pump
Nigga you dead, you is a bum
Back in the day, would’ve tooken your lunch How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? I gave her wood, just like a stump
I hit your head with the back of the pump
Nigga you dead, you is a bum
Back in the day, would’ve tooken your lunch

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
I put pearls all on my easy breezy cover lover girls
Lavagirl, way you look upon my bitch’s magnificent curls
Smell like hurl, [?]
Smokin’ on a Backwood pearled
And like Mrs.

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – D.A.R.E. (feat. Young Dolph)

[Chorus: A Boogie] x2
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas, yeah
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas
Blood on the money, don’t care, nigga
Blue faces turn into red niggas
Dot on your nose, you a dead nigga
I cannot fuck with no weird niggas
Face on the Rollie, it’s still, nigga
Come take it off me, I dare a nigga
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
(Aye, aye!)
All of my friends, they dead
All of my brothers, my dogs
Motherfuck a snitch, motherfuck the law
My niggas came from hustling
My niggas came up from nothing
I know they don’t like it, so I’m gone keep on stunting
Go sell some dope, pimp a bitch, hit a lick or something
Remember Grandma asked me, "boy, you must be rich or something"
This shiny piece of shit on my wrist, that’s another hundred
The type to introduce you to your bitch, then take her from you
Nah, we don’t do no drive-bys over here, we walk up on you
Doctor said all this ice got me coming down with pnuemonia
If it don’t come with two commas, nigga, I don’t want it
If it ain’t foreign and go 200, nigga, I don’t want it
[Chorus: A Boogie] x2
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas, yeah
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas
Blood on the money, don’t care, nigga
Blue faces turn into red niggas
Dot on your nose, you a dead nigga
I cannot fuck with no weird niggas
Face on the Rollie, it’s still, nigga
Come take it off me, I dare a nigga
[Verse 2: A Boogie]
I know a killer, he kill niggas
I know the difference, yeah, I know the difference
You don’t gotta tell me you real, nigga
I gave her the dick, now she feel better
I gave her the dick and she told everybody
You heard about it and you still with her
She lick on the tip and I told that bitch, "copy"
I feel like you probably would still kiss her
I make a lot
Instead of talking about how much, I just talk about the shit I got
I play the block
Instead of saying what I did, I just tell ’em I did not
They out of pocket
I gotta take off my pinky ring to fit my hand in my pocket
I know they watching
That’s why these Cartier’s cost a thousand, so they can block ’em
Bitch, I’m a doctor, I got the medicine for you
Hope that you planning on stopping
I got a problem
All of my friends are zombies, ’cause I ain’t feeling nobody
Bitch, you wyling
I got tricks with thotties
I got pink with Molly
In Toronto, I love Ethiopians and Samolians
[Chorus: A Boogie] x2
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas, yeah
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas
Blood on the money, don’t care, nigga
Blue faces turn into red niggas
Dot on your nose, you a dead nigga
I cannot fuck with no weird niggas
Face on the Rollie, it’s still, nigga
Come take it off me, I dare a nigga

Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike Vs. David Guetta – Complicated (feat. Kiiara)

[Verse 1]
Pour another drink, I don’t wanna think
Oh, it’s been a long day
Get out of your head, smoking on my bed
Put that song on replay
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t worry now, look what we found
We don’t have to go all-in
Head in the clouds, both looking down
Doesn’t mean that we’re falling, oh
[Chorus]
We can keep it simple, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Labels are so overrated
Let’s not make it complicated
Rules are meant for breaking, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Why don’t we just go get naked? Let’s not make it complicated
[Post-Chorus]
Let’s not make it complicated
Let’s not make it complicated

[Verse 2]
Skinny dip at night, I can see your eyes
Searchin’ through the shadows
You don’t have to fight, I’ll let you decide
I can help you let go
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t worry now, look what we found
We don’t have to go all-in
Head in the clouds, both looking down
Doesn’t mean that we’re falling, oh
[Chorus]
We can keep it simple, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Labels are so overrated
Let’s not make it complicated
Rules are meant for breaking, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Why don’t we just go get naked? Let’s not make it complicated
[Outro]
Let’s not make it complicated Let’s not make it complicated
[Post-Chorus]
Let’s not make it complicated
Let’s not make it complicated

[Chorus]
Let’s not make it complicated
We can keep it simple, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Labels are so overrated
Let’s not make it complicated
Rules are meant for breaking, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Why don’t we just go get naked?

Desiigner – Liife (feat. Gucci Mane)

Music but we make that hood music (han)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it (it’s Gucci!)
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
Finest (git, grrah)
Desiigner
Hard to find
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
[?]
Ayy, huh
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick Taz countin’ all this fuckin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrah
Git, git, grrah
Desiigner
Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, fuck the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrah) he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
Fuck them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money, put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But fuck ’em all
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater, you not feelin’ it (fuck ’em)
G.O.O.D.