Yo Gotti Album “I Still Am” (Listen)

“Rake It Up” with Nicki Minaj is perhaps the biggest hit of his career. I Still Am is the ninth studio album from the Memphis rapper who continues to show growth in an era when the industry is competitive. Tweet
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Yo Gotti drops his new album I Still Am and you can stream and download it on iTunes/Apple Music. That song peaked at No. During the summer, he also released a joint EP with Mike WiLL Made-It, Gotti Made-It. But this new album I Am Still is the follow-up to his 2013 project I Am and is a bit of a sequel. The album comes with 13 tracks and sees guest appearances from Chris Brown, 21 Savage, Meek Mill, YFN Lucci, and French Montana. Gotti already scored a platinum-selling single off the project with “Rake It Up” featuring Nicki Minaj. Stream and download Yo Gotti’s new album I Still Am below. 8 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and has been certified platinum. Chris Brown is featured on the single “Save It For Me,” Meek Mill and YFN Lucci is featured on the single “One on One,” and 21 Savage is featured on “Yellow Tape.”
The album is accompanied by a documentary that was premiered on TIDAL.

Watch Shenseea & Tommy Lee Sparta “Bridget’s & Desert” Video

Watch the official video for “Bridget’s & Desert (Pon Foot)” below. The cut was directed by RD Studios and produced jointly by Romeich Entertainment and Tommy Lee’s label Guzu Musiq. “Bridget’s & Desert” marks the first time that Shenseea and Tommy Lee Sparta are collaborating. “Them a pree and a talk and a watch yo everyday / And them man child support cyan match yo pay / When you a make moves them a pussycl**t play / Weh them know bout you girl,” Sparta deejay. The single pays homage to the popular Bridges sandals and Clarks Deserts boots which are both popular in dancehall culture. The track is currently available on iTunes/Apple Music for streaming. Tweet
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Shenseea and Tommy Lee Sparta floss on their haters in their new video “Bridget’s & Desert (Pon Foot).”
The cut arrives only a few weeks after the collaboration was previewed. Shenseea made some major breakthrough in dancehall this year following the success of her collaborative single with Vybz Kartel, “Loodi.” The Mobay deejay is also having a great year with a handful of hits as he continues to push his gothic dancehall movement. The formula has been working great for him since his Gaza days so why change it now.

Yanique Curvy Diva responds To Christian Backlash

She said regardless of the criticism, she will maintain her faith in god. Tweet
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Yanique ‘Curvy Diva’ Barrett is defending herself amidst growing backlash from the Christian community. “I had on clothes so for them to go so hard and tell me I need to find Jesus is too much,” she said. “Is weh dem know bout me and God.”
The Curvy Diva added that the not because she is a sex symbol means that she is lacking morals doesn’t have a relationship with god. The dancehall deejay/TV host has been getting some hear from Christians who are calling on her to change her lifestyle. Barrett says that this is not the first time that the Christian community is turning its attention towards her. I go to Church, but it’s not even about going to Church, it’s more about having a relationship with God. I pray before I go on a dancehall stage, and knowing that I have a relationship where I can call on God is more important to me than saying I’m a Christian or not.”
Yanique ‘Curvy Diva’ Barrett is currently getting ready to release the music video for her debut single “Lifestyle.” The video was shot in Jamaica last month and will premiere on Dancehallhiphop.com sometime soon. “They are too hard, and sometimes things nuh called for. “Sometimes, they just need to give me a break,” she added. I grew up Adventist, so regardless of being a dancehall artiste, I’ll always have that connection with God. In her defense, she is simply asking for a word of prayer rather than more judgments. I have a relationship with God.

Vybz Kartel Gets Featured On AMC’s Preacher

The Gazanation leader, aka Worl’Boss, has added significantly to his vast catalog during his time behind bars. The first season averaged around 3 million viewers per episode, so these are ears that Vybz Kartel will reach and these might be folks who have never heard his music before. For those of you who haven’t yet been watching, Preacher, it’s time to get on the bandwagon. This year he did a collaboration with Mangi Mahal, “Balle! That juror, Livingston Caine, is now on trial for conspiracy and attempted bribery charges and faces a few years in prison if convicted. The dancehall star is currently serving life for a 2014 murder conviction. As if that wasn’t enough, one member of the jury was arrested the same day the artist was convicted of murder. The show is now in its second season and has reportedly been renewed for a third next year. Vybz Kartel, real name Adidja Palmer, will get a shot to vindicate himself and walk free come February of next year when his appeal trial kicks off in the Appeal Court in Kingston. Tweet
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Vybz Kartel gets another mainstream feature this time on the soundtrack for AMC’s supernatural action serious Preacher. Shava!” The track is featured on the soundtrack for AMC’s hit series Preacher. The murder victim, Clive “Lizard” Williams, body was never found. He will be eligible for parole in 35 years. The series was developed for AMC by Sam Catlin, Evan Goldberg, and Seth Rogen and starring Dominic Cooper. Vybz Kartel and his three co-accused, Shawn “Storm” Campbell, Andre St John, and Kahira Jones, have all maintained their innocence despite the mountain of evidence presented in the case against them. Throughout the two-month trial, the defense argued that police officers tampered with cellphone evidence presented in court and also intimidate one of the defense witnesses. Despite being incarcerated since 2011, Vybz Kartel has remained very much relevant in Jamaica’s dominant music form, dancehall.

Yelawolf – Violin Lyrics

The choices I’ve made
And mama, I swear that all can not be the fault of just me
I’ve tried to maintain my walks in my knees
To work and not see the changes I’ve strived for
A better life for my family got me died for
Taking away everything from me
That’s why more
They tell me to make a decision from a five doors
There’s a prayer I’m saying ‘Why lord?’
Send me to a war without a sword
I’ll fight and fight more
I’ll travel along road
Cause I’m just a violin
My life is another course
Cause I’m just a violin
My life is another course
[Hook: Lee Brice]:
You made me your violin
You played me violin
You made me your violin [Verse 1]:
I’m down on my knees again
A call for my repentance
The war has taken over me
I beg for the forgiveness
The bullets ricochet uh
I hear `em when I sleep now
The blood is on my hands Lord
From man, woman, and child
I’m a soldier from my country
But a slave unto my gun
The screams to echo louder
God, what have I become? I pledge my allegiance
I left my family, a new born baby
To slay the enemy, the struggle for power
The lust, the fantasy
I trusted America, she took my sanity
[Hook: Lee Brice]:
Winds of change rolling in
Take your love back again
I your fool, Amen
Just a bow for your violin
You played me
You made me your violin
[Verse 2]:
She looks at her reflection
Eyes black and blue
She told them she would leave him
She says she was through
He took her from a small town
Showed her the big city life
He promised her the world
Then he made her his wife
But he runs around town
He’s a cheater and a beater
She’s sleeping with the enemy
But no one believes her
A diamond green, a glass of whiskey
The bottle of pain pills open and empty
She left a letter “to hell I send thee”
He brought home flowers, ashamed and guilty
Too late
[Hook: Lee Brice]:
Winds of change rolling in
Take your love back again
I’m your fool, Amen
Just a bow for your violin
You played me
You made me your violin
[Verse 3]:
Uh, you was like a rag
I’ve been washed up and dragged through the mud like a thief
All my beefs and my love , take a bow , take a down
Took a left, took a right , It’s the one to be found
To explain to me why
Why it was me that was brought to the edge of the cliff
Cause this is not fair but why should you care?

Migos – Motor Sport Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda
[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season
[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. You heard she gon’ do what from who? That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her? full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love, when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche? Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know, what I am about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
“Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?”
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Yo Gotti – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Choppa]
(Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style)
(Choppa style, chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
(She love chop chop)
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Let’s get it
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Oh oh oh-oh oh
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
They like God damn Gotti
Boy I Googled your net worth
All them chains on, I can tell that your neck hurt
You look good in them heels but I can tell that your feet hurt
So drop down on your knees baby gimme that neck work
Double-Cs oh you’re bad, ha
Oh you know you fine, ha
You blew a bag on your ass, ha
Quarter mill off that stove, huh
You off that dro, ha
Oh your momma ain’t raise no hoe, ha
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one [?]
Pay for it you gotta buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’
[Chorus: Yo Gotti & French Montana]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on you (choppas style)
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Montana
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
‘Rarri sittin’ low, smokin’ on the loud (skrt skrt)
[?] dropped the bags off find an Uber
Catch me with the models up in dyckman smokin’ hookah (haan)
I took her from a hooptie to a Benz, ha (haan)
From the projects to the crib with a fence, ha (haan)
She double-bag fuck me with her friends, ha (haan)
Then we jump right back to that bread, ha (haan)
Choppa style, ridin’ with a shotty
Two-fifty on my wrist
Tryin’ to soak all my body, ha
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
The beat is classic, but so am I
I [?] out the plastic to get ’em high
She rolled a diesel now we’re drunk, there’s a DUI
Bitch, [?] kids, between you and I (you and I)
Pop pop that pussy for a rich nigga
Girl you too real for a bitch nigga
I seen you with your friend, I wanna get with you
Y’all look good together, bring your bitch with you
You get money (ha)
You a honey (ha)
Heard your homie got that loud shit
They call it [?], ooh
You make it rain (ha)
There’s a thunderstorm
Your real niggas with you, they your day ones (hey)
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)
[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (Diplo & Party Favor Remix) Lyrics

Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I made love to a stripper (stripper) first I had to tip her
Fuck it up
[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
You a bitch
Don’t need make up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down), pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga, run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talkin’ about
Fuck it up
[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up
You a little bitty, bitty bitch, yah
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, yah
You a little bitty, bitty bitch [Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?

Yo Gotti – Brown Bag Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
[Chorus]
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Yo
Ain’t no credit when you shop with me
You want some credit, leave your car with me
I tell my bitch she gon’ go far with me
But she may have to take a charge for me
Baking soda in the ‘fridgerator
I got money, that shit come with haters
What you want, what you need
I got pounds, I got keys
I got Goyard, that’s a bag
Go hard for the bag
I got no heart, I’m heartless
For the bag, I’m retarded
Birkin bag with the crocodile
Yeah my bitch been around
I gave my bitch a real bag
I got faith she gon’ hold it down
[Chorus]
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Yo
Why the trap smell like onions
What’s that loud odor
I’ve been sackin’ brown bags like I work at Kroger
Not concerned with no payment nigga, what the total
I jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota
Seatbelt, rental car trafficking
Blood on my diamonds, bitch I’m African
Quit puttin’ your bag on that ‘gram, boy that real life
You’ll have them feds and them robbers at you, real life
I put my money in the ground and molded
Put my trust in a nigga and he folded
Can’t believe that nigga took the stand and told
Fuck your bitch in the trap [?]
[Chorus]
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope
Yo

Lud Foe – Fallin’ Out Lyrics

Yo time is runnin out cock my Glock and brung it out
They don’t come outside cause they hidin they ain’t comin out
This Big Mac with a lot of fries ain’t no runnin out
I’m so mothafuckin hot bitches see me and start fallin out
Gaaaang gang I was sellin snow & it was sunny! No Hilfiger but i got my Tommy! I take my time and wrap em like a mummy! It’s so mothafuckin hot i catch a tan in this bitch
Like a mailman i’m poppin rubber bands in this bitch
We be on that hot shit so don’t get fanned in this bitch
Left the club with her but she came with her man in this bitch
I’m so mothafuckin high that i can’t stand in this bitch
You a mothafuckin lie you say i ran from some shit
Prolly run off on the plug, prolly run off with his drugs, nigga run up on me wrong so he ran into some slugs
And I’m prolly in the club if he ask is we some thugs
No security with me cause bitch we deep and we got guns
He was chasing me ain’t know i brought my sack into the club
Play with me and mine lotta niggas die in cold blood
When i hit the spot bet they lettin out that Red Rum
Run up in yo spot green beams on all our guns
She got expensive taste have my dick all on her gums
Boy they buildings vacant lots shit cause I’m from the slums
Fill a nigga up with this hot shit, bitch you better not run
Thought it was a fair fight he ain’t know i had my gun
Fucked her on the first night and she caught my first son
Are you the toughest nigga in the crowd? Then you the first one
Aye Lil Stewie these hoes starstruck they say i do some
You a broke nigga petty ass use a coupon
It’s just me and Yae pull up on yo j with 2 guns
We ain’t aimin at yo legs bitch we aimin at yo head bitch, i’m eatin good i’m fed bitch, that Tropicana shit red bitch, niggas in the house on that scared shit, you hidin under that bed bitch
Vacay with my AK with my feet all in that sand bitch
You know i’m on a walk up with a drum like i’m playin in a band bitch
I’m so mothafuckin high that i can’t see straight
These bitches see me 3-D and they press replay
I’m a shooter nigga i should be on EA
Choppa in the front seat that’s my new bae
You trippin boy you better tie yo shoelace
F&N pencil bullets don’t get erased
If my bitch get outta line she get replaced
I scratch you off the list yea I hit the backspace
And my bankrolls big like my fanbase
Forensics searchin but they still can’t find the shellcases
Bitch i ball like a cancer patient, I’m the shit boy i’m constipated, i hang around robbers and you can get yo shit confiscated, i’m on the phone with Ben Franklin money my conversation, I shoot ya chest and ya leg ya head ugly combination, they mad cause we made it they hatin use it for motivation, I live in the fast lane my life is a celebration
I just bought a brand new choppa a baby K
I run up in a nigga house broad day
I been at the finish line but yall late
The judge want me locked down behind them tall gates
Fuck these bitches i just want the money!

TY DOLLA SIGN – Don’t Sleep On Me lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleep on me (Na na na na na)
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleep on me (Na na na na na)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t sleep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ay, don’t creep on me
Ay, got my piece on me
Ay, and you know I’m crazy
Crazy of you
Out of my mind, ain’t no telling what I’d do
Girl, we both made that promise, I ain’t switching up
Stay solid even when I got my money up
Remember when you f*cked me in the beamer truck
I was running out of gas, only asked you once
Always came up on the wheels, never on the bus
Always did her own sh*t for her, what everybody does
We was geeking off the Molly at the festival
Now I’m in the booty club, throwin’ all the ones
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out
[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V
[Verse 2: Future]
I just went out with some ooh, ooh
She hit me up with some new juice
Champagne at the photoshoot
Celebratin’ on curfew
Straight shots, never curve you
She’s 6’3″ when you swerve through
Droppin’ points on you [?]
Grateful tatted on my arm
Jelous bitches be despising me
What does f*ck they from? Fuck them niggas, check the iTunes
Turned they goons all to my goons
No sleep gang [?]
Only pain we recognize is pills (pills)
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
NoDoz, Hublots, got you showing off
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
Pendants, bracelets, diamond chains, got you going off
[Bridge: Future]
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out
[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V
[Verse 3: 24hrs]
She play Twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, “Twenty, do you want to f*ck my homie?”
All my bitches bad, and they ain’t got no stomach
Gucci jacket, cost me 54 hunnid
Aye, Twenty, tell Dolla, I f*ck with him
You workin’, I seen you, I’m next, you hear
Don’t sleep on me, that’s my only fear
She said, “Twenty, boy, this your year”
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out
[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do
You know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do Who hidin’?

TY DOLLA SIGN – Stare lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and sh*t
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only f*ck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I f*ck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Cris’ smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t like niggas
All the sh*t that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ Ls to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ wwed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

CLEAN BANDIT – I Miss You lyrics

[Verse 1]
I know you’re out in Cabo
Hanging with your brother
Wishin’ that I was your bottle
So I could be close to your lips again
I know you didn’t call your parents
And tell ’em that we ended
‘Cause you know that they’d be offended
Did you not want to tell ’em it’s the end
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know we’re not supposed to talk
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I get scared when you’re not
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
I guess that it’s gone
And I just keep lying to myself
I can’t believe it
[Chorus]
I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
[Verse 2]
You weren’t a fan of pictures
So I hardly ever took ’em
Got them saved in my mind from the bedroom
So that way I can’t forget your skin
So I saved all the texts
All of the best over the years
Just to remind myself
Of how good it is
Or was
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know we’re not supposed to talk
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I get scared when you’re not
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
I guess that it’s gone
And I just keep lying to myself
I can’t believe it
[Chorus]
I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
[Bridge]
So I saved all the texts
All of the best over the years
Just to remind myself
Of how good it is
Yeah, I saved all the texts off of my ex
Minus the tears
Just to remind myself
Of how good it is
Or was
[Chorus]
I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
I can’t help it, I just–
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
I can’t help it, I just–

Rihanna Gets Backlash For Vogue Arabia Cover Here Is Why

— Eck-heN-ah-Toh-B ?? (@akhenatobi) October 27, 2017

Ignoring the MANY cultural issues here, she looks nothing like the powerful #Nefertiti and these photos aren't helping?#VogueArabiaXRihanna pic.twitter.com/dBztEm8lkJ
— Elizabeth King (@ElizabethKing) October 27, 2017 Kendall Jenner got featured on Vogue India = Apocalyptic melt down. Aside from making some people very unhappy, Rihanna sure looks stunning on the cover of the fashion bible’s issue for the Middle East. Double standards. This is not the first time that Vogue is getting a backlash for featuring a celebrity on the cover of one of its niche issue. (@1800memekween) October 27, 2017

Bad idea, seriously. Her beauty is unmatched right now and she is killing the fashion and makeup industry with her Fenty brand. Earlier this year, Vogue India featured Kendall Jenner on the cover for its 10-year anniversary issue and that cause a big uproar. “Can someone explain why rihanna was on the cover for vogue arabia,” one fan tweeted. Tweet
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Rihanna is on the cover of Vogue Arabia and both she and the magazine have been getting some backlash. Celebrating Queen Nefertiti, @badgalriri is our November queen of style. Rihanna wears @gucci. But is this just another big name celebrity crossing the cultural appropriation line. (@sensei_lo) October 27, 2017

can someone explain why rihanna was on the cover for vogue arabia
—? “Celebrating Queen Nefertiti, @badgalriri is our November queen of style,” Vogue wrote on Twitter. “After all, we are Vogue, an international brand, and we want to give the love back by featuring some of the best international celebrities on our covers. Occasionally!”
Rihanna has already covered Vogue magazine at least a dozen times and she is widely regarded as one of the most influential forces in fashion of this generation. “India has given the world so many beautiful faces to admire,” the magazine said in a statement. Production @mad_prod #voguearabiaxrihanna #voguearabia
A post shared by Vogue Arabia (@voguearabia) on Oct 27, 2017 at 8:23am PDT

Rihanna got featured on Vogue Arabia = Silence. — Ahine? Rihanna is clearly a fan of Nefertiti since she has a giant tattoo of her on her torso and while some readers of the magazine are clearly angry, the vast majority of RiRi’s fans are excited to see her paying homage to one of the most famous female icons this world has ever seen. See what some folks are saying on Twitter below. Photography @gregkadelstudios; Styling @anyaziourova; Makeup @isamayaffrench; Hair @yusefhairnyc. On her cover photo, the magazine dressed Rihanna to pay homage to one of Egypt’s most celebrated historic figures, Queen Nefertiti.

Migos’ Offset Propose To Cardi B On Stage [Full Video]

But judging from what she has been saying on social media about Offset this week, that could not be the case. Some folks on Twitter were saying that she used the Migos rapper to gain fame and then dumped him. Whatever it was, it sure as hell works out in Cardi B’s favor because by the end of the week she got a giant diamond ring. A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Oct 27, 2017 at 9:15pm PDT The Atlanta rapper proposed to the “Bodak Yellow” rapper on stage while performing at Power 99’s Powerhouse concert in Philadelphia on Friday night. “Jesus Christ I’m so emotional, [Ofset] I loveee you so much,” Cardi B wrote on Instagram while showing off her ring. “Hopefully he at least get an invite to the wedding.”
#cardib and #offset engaged
A post shared by DancehallHipHop (@dancehallhiphop) on Oct 27, 2017 at 9:53pm PDT

#cardib and #offset engagement
A post shared by DancehallHipHop (@dancehallhiphop) on Oct 27, 2017 at 9:54pm PDT

Jesus Christ I’m so emotional, @offsetyrn I loveee you so much .Thank you for seeing the potential in me since you met me .For giving me advice molding me and loving me .Your such a amazing man to me your family ,friends ,kids and you are extremely talented.I can’t wait to spend FOREVAAAA with you .Lets make a lot shmoney and love together ???? There were a bunch of reports that allege that she broke up with Offset just three days after her ex-boyfriend Tommy was released from prison. The couple was in the middle of their set when Offset decided to pull out a giant diamond ring and drop on his knees in front of Cardi B. “Thank you for seeing the potential in me since you met me .For giving me advice molding me and loving me .Your such a amazing man to me your family ,friends ,kids and you are extremely talented.I can’t wait to spend FOREVAAAA with you .Lets make a lot shmoney and love together.”
The engagement comes just a week after the couple broke up for 16 hours and it all played out on social media. A post shared by Cardi B Official IG (@iamcardib) on Oct 27, 2017 at 9:21pm PDT

Oop! “Congrats to my son daddy and his step mother whom he have yet to mee,” Oriel Jaime wrote. Tweet
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Migos rapper Offset and Cardi B are officially engaged. The video below shows her being excited and emotional before saying yes as the crowd went wild. So now everyone is wondering if that was a publicity stunt or was it a genuine breakup. #Offset’s baby momma #OrielJaime with the shady congrats ??? Offset baby mama also congratulate the couple on Instagram but not without throwing a few shade.