Princess Nokia – Boricua Samurai Lyrics

[Intro]:
China doll, china white
Assassin in the night
Samurai suicide, I’ll cut you with my knife
China doll, china white
Assassin in the night
Samurai suicide, I’ll cut you with my knife
[Verse]:
Getting money like a kingpin
Never [?] for [?]
Cheated and subjected
Baby tears in her eyes
She want the money, want the money
Playing hard after school
Working honey, working honey
While the world so cruel
[Chorus]:
Murder in eyes, [?]
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry
Murder in eyes, [?]
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry oh
[Bridge]:
My [?] are runny
And my looks so disarming
I’ve got murderous traits
You will never be safe
I can be so damn charming
[Chorus]:
Murder in eyes, checkered tights
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry
[Outro]:
Getting money like a kingpin
Never [?] for [?]
Cheated and subjected
Baby tears in her eyes
She want the money, want the money
Playing hard after school
Working honey, working honey
While the world so cruel

Princess Nokia – Senorita Cowboy Lyrics

[Verse 1]:
Play fight, don’t you think I play nice? If I gotta play right imma be the same height, same time
[?]
Look how god made me, look how god made me
One [?]
Two [?] Mary’s
[?]
Lets get glary
Im not the wife, prefer guns and knifes
If it ain’t precise under candle light
Caramel complexion, mistress of deception
Caramel complexion
[Chorus]:
Scars on my wrists, blood on my hands
I’m always thrown out by handsome men
Senorita cowboy, shoot down the world boy
Scars on my wrists, blood on my hands
I’m always thrown out by a handsome man
Senorita cowboy, shoot down the world boy
[Verse 2]:
[?]
Always in the store getting paid for
[?]
Love affair game with the [?]
White roses, white [?] and white lies
White widows, white lips and my eyes
[?], money in the mattress
Shoot, I know you practiced
You was just an actress
I was on the corner talking to my man
He was heading to the [?]
[Chorus]:
Scars on my wrists, blood on my hands
I’m always thrown out by handsome men
Senorita cowboy, shooting down the world boy
Scars on my wrists, blood on my hands
I’m always thrown out by a handsome man
Senorita cowboy, shooting down the world boy yeah

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Drawing Symbols Lyrics

[Producer Tag]
Dubba A – flex
[Intro]
Drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til my pain gone baby
Movin’ onto the land where the gate close baby
This is the sound, the sound
[Verse 1]
They say Kentrell gotta baby, he ain’t nothin’ but thirteen
They told me daddy needed love, he couldn’t pay, f*ck what he need
They say that [?] don’t feel love, he so caught in these streets
They say he plottin’ to kill himself because he just wanna leave
Plus he ain’t happy with himself ’cause what he want he can’t keep
He feel like he won’t make it out ’cause his problems too deep
He had a shootout in the south, his friend got hit with that heat
He startin’ to have some crazy thoughts, he put tattoo’s on his sleeve
He got one tatted by his eye, [?] is unique
He swear to never tell no lie ’cause that’s not what he believe
He keep a pistol when he ride but still feel like he gon’ leave
They say that girl not on his side because he gave her her [?]
[Chorus 1]
They say he drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til his pain gone baby
They say he Movin’ onto the land where when the gate close baby
They say he drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til his pain gone baby
They say he Movin’ onto the land where the gate close baby
[Verse 2]
They say his miss just walked in on him, he was playin’ with some fire
They say he mentioned to his nigga he might blow out his mind
Say he been lookin’ real suspicious, they can tell he been cryin’
They say he steady, [?] tellin’ him keep his eye on the time
They hear the headphones on his head playin’ Luther Vandross baby
They read his wallet was written up in [?], he got a dead soul baby
They say he headed onto the land to hear his grandma talk baby
He said they don’t understand who am, they all think I’m goin’ crazy
[Chorus]
They say he headed onto the land where the gate close baby
They say he drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til his pain gone baby
I say I’m drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til my pain gone baby
I say I’m headed onto the land where the gate close, yeah
[Verse 3]
They say go get that out his hand, he want that porsche with the choppa
They say he took like 7 xan’s, he say he’s helpin’ his problems
He say he cannot trust a girl, he got no love for his momma
And he got used while he was up, he say he back at the bottom
They say his body actin’ up, he don’t want to go to the doctor
They say they see he givin’ up, he don’t want no talk ’bout no dollar
His only trust is for the [?] cause his past gon’ follow
They say this nigga dressin’ crazy, he won’t put down his collar
[Chorus]
They say he headed onto the land where the gate close baby
They say he drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til his pain gone baby
I say I’m drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til my pain gone baby
I say I’m headed onto the land where the gate close baby
[Outro]
Drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til the pain gone baby
This is the sound
They say he drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til his pain gone baby
I say I’m drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til my pain gone baby
I say I’m headed onto the land where the gate close baby

Aminé – CANTU Lyrics

Do I look like somebody’s lamb? Do I look like somebody’s cow? Not you
Did you think this was a petting zoo? Me
Who can touch my hair? No! [Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the fucking window
I got my head hanging out the fucking window
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down
Yeah, bitch I let my hair down
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round
Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’ (hey)
[Verse 1]
White girl wanna touch it (yeah)
I told her please don’t touch me (no)
Said “who the fuck is your stylist?” (huh)
I told that bitch “my cousin” (yuh)
Wrist out, picked out, Cantu in my hair (hey)
Louie V live her (yuh)
I’m Gucci down (brr! Do I look like somebody’s dog? Sit down! brr!)
Atlanta for a week, gonna start a bump ‘n’ gunner (yah)
Follies for the freaks, spent some racks because I wan’ her (hey)
Solange said “don’t touch my hair, lil’ nigga” (oh no)
So I’m just here to pass the word lil’ nigga (yuh)
[Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (hey)
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (that’s right)
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone (she)
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down
Yeah, bitch I let my hair down (down)
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round (swingin’ ’round, swingin’ ’round)
Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’
[Verse 2]
It’s me, young Aminé
I pop off when you see me
No hiccups for my niggas
Pass the mula like a relay (yeah)
I’m in this motherfucker with my hair down low
And that Becky, she wanna touch me
‘Cause she wanna come home (yeah)
Bitch I’m in my motherfucking bag, ho (in my bag)
Don’t ask me just to pet me because you can’t, ho
Dreadlock rocker with a certified bopper (true)
Jenny, Becky, and Samantha wanna touch me
‘Cause I’m handsome
[Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (hey)
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (that’s right)
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone (she)
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down (down)
Yeah, bitch I let my hair down (down)
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round (swinging ’round, swingin’ ’round)
Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’
[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
Who has nice hair?

Aminé – REEL IT IN Lyrics

(Hallelujah!)
I buy that shit before I even know the price (hey!)
This 13k up on my finger, bitch you right (true)
Them diamonds dancin’, yeah that boy be lookin’ nice (ayy)
I guess that’s what you call that motherfucking ice
I got a thotiana, put her in designer
She Italiana, she a sorta kinda
She Björk cute
So she really fine, just sorta weird, and she got some cake
Gimme OPB for my ODB
These APC, do your ABC’s
I’m a young dread-head with anxiety
And I love it when a bitch nigga tryin’ me
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like
[Chorus]
Reel it in (ayy)
I got the bag, tell a friend (whoo)
She got some ass, bring it in (ooh)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend (true)
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) [Chorus]
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Trippin’
Rollie got the tick tock missin’
Bitch pimpin’ (ayy)
Broke niggas got me livin’ (wow)
You Jordan or Pippen (true)
I’m Kobe I’m never gon’ dish it
Or miss it
I’m business as fuck and I ain’t got the time to just kick it
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like
[Chorus]
Reel it in (woo)
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in (ayy)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN
[Verse 2]
Jesus Christ! [Intro]
Right now!