Cuban Doll – Cap Lyrics

[Intro]
Boss Bitch
Boss Bitch
B-Boss Bitch
Boss Bitch
And you a broke ass Bitch
And you a broke ass Bitch
And you a broke ass Bitch
[Verse]
Boss Bitch, to broke niggas I’m acting funny
Get the fuck up from me if yeen tryna spend no money
Broke niggas can’t flex, or get a crum from me
Blue hundred dollar bills keep a check on me
I’m just flexing on my ex and you next homie
I been shitting on bitches since I fucking started
And it’s smoke up in the air like a bitch farted
Big 40 on me incase a bitch get retarteded
Ion think she want the smoke better call Molly
Big horses on me like ion do the drama
Bitches still tryna figure me out
They want the lifestyle
Want me to stop right now
But I done made a million dollars before I ever hit the top
New album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best believe it ain’t for free though
Yea and you a broke ass bitch
Taking pictures with that shit
But we know who it is
And you get treated like a kid like the bitch that you is
Lil crib that you in
Big shit that you miss
Ian spitting no diss
I’m just spitting them facts, know these hoes is wack
No clap back you mad
I got more ass than Kash
Then ya mom and ya dad
Bitch get in ya bag
(and you a broke ass bitch)
Bitch step up ya cash
(and you ain’t on shit)
Low class you trash
(and I be shitting on bitches)
All my bitches is bad, yours going out sad
Bitch get in ya bag
(and you a broke ass bitch)
Bitch step up ya cash
(and you ain’t on shit)
Low class you trash
(and I be shitting on niggas)
All my bitches is bad, yours going out sad
Bitch get in ya bag
[Outro]
Boss Bitch
Boss Bitch
B-Boss Bitch
Boss Bitch

KSI – King Kong Lyrics

[Intro: KSI]
Walking in the club
Women’s all I see
As I give my ring A rub
[Chorus: KSI]
Got these couples looking nice and sweet
Got this granny walking down the street
Got my mama looking cool
Fuck that bitch with my king kong
[Verse 1: KSI]
I got these kids walking out of school
Oh no, here we go
Avacado on a roll
Dick so big
Check my jig
Cut these girls
On my paul
Walking with the swagger
With the moves like jagger
Got these cheecks
On the stagger
As I roll With Matt Dagger
[Verse 2: Randolph]
My dicks so long
I can use it as a metronome
Last week I was involved in a water fight
No need for a pisytol I just wrap my arm around my pipe
And take a piss
But this is black and white
We got the biggest dicks in history
My dad sued the doctor on the day that I was born
The bitch got my dick thinking it was my umbilical cord
This si big dick music and no, we dont stop
[Chorus: KSI]
Got these couples looking nice and sweet
Got this granny walking down the street
Got my mama looking cool
Fuck that bitch with my king kong

Curren$y – Plan Of Attack Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I came for the dough, you came for the hoes
We ain’t on the same thing
You got side bitches attracted to bus times
You got [?] noticing plane [?]
She paid me for all the gang that I gave her
That’s simple and plain
Mama, I put you on like some [?]
I can put you on, carve you out a lane
A avenue to go get paid
Big lights on the centre stage
Got a duffle bag full of paper
Cross the bag sea like a 12 gauge
Now I lay it down, lay it down whenever the G’s around
I set them a pile that’s on the ground
Then I step off into the town
[Chorus]
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We’ll put them haters on your back
Haters’ll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We’ll be on a vacation
And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating
[Verse 2]
My niggas, they my niggas
Stayed my brothers, never turned my back on ’em
King shit, yeah, Machiavelli
Sure to the sure, no black on ’em
Got a hood bitch who head so good
I can’t front, I had to double back on her
Dope boy, a real dope boy
You see [?], I spit crack on it
Puff that, pass that
Even though the doctor say it’s bad for me
Mama said I’m hard headed
Had to take a chance for that cash money
Crashed on me, knocked me
Hit the plug, guarded me a three piece
Smoke ash, straight gas, only strong, Hercules, Hercules
Trapstar gone getting on a mission
Motherfucker waiting for it
No fronts, pay up front, cold world
Nana say she praying for me
Wrist game, sick man, whip game, make that bounce
I’m rich, bitch, Rick James
For the pain smoke me a ounce
[Chorus]
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We’ll put them haters on your back
Haters’ll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We’ll be on a vacation
And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating
[Verse 3]
On a creek, keep quiet
Real niggas move in silence
All my niggas out here wilin’
We in the streets steady mobbin’
Super villain, I’m a problem
Lil fuck boys don’t want no problems
Hating on me ’cause a nigga shining
Chain got the water, wet diamonds
Couldn’t get a bag with ’em
Now I’m touching bands on my own without ’em
All my hoes done got finer
Loud packs done got louder
Bust up like scarface
First you get the money then the power
Making racks every hour
Real nigga, never been a coward
I got the juice like Bishop
Call my haters up if there’s a issue
Ain’t shit for me to push up on you
Set check you with the pistol
In the kitchen with the cook up
Residue on the dishes
Garbage bag full of money
Counting hundreds up, getting to the riches
[Chorus]
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We’ll put them haters on your back
Haters’ll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We’ll be on a vacation
And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating

Eamon – Born and Bred Lyrics

Everybody see the pain, little boy, little girl
Sunday dinner, old school thinker, everybody know the code when the feds linger
It’s the land of broken dreams, where the hopeless hide and the strong survive whoa
I’ve been waiting all to long seeing mama cry, it’s like it’s on my life whoa
Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire
Ooh tell me where you get a better slice
Where you get a piece of the pie that’s realer than the apple
The last borough to hold the yuppies off, when you mingle with the people then you feel the old New York
Jesus Christ, will You save this island
I stopped counting how many kids I grew up with are dead forever or dads locked up in penitentiaries doing dimes or better
It’s the land of broken dreams, where the hopeless hide and the strong survive whoa
I’ve been waiting all to long seeing mama cry, it’s like it’s on my life whoa
Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire
The fifth borough, late night on the corner, mob ties, everybody’s gotta line of order
Wu-Tang shout when the party jump off
Staten Island struggle on the bridge bodies jump off
It’s a whole new world.