5 Pra 1 – Bombastic Lyrics

[Intro]
Olha que coisa mais linda trombei lá na praça
Que roupa de seda, verde se destaca
Perfume exala chamando atenção (Hey, hey)
[Verso 1: Dee]
Hoje a noite é nossa, ó
Mix de sabores, mil amores
Numa noite só, provar seu sabor, o seu aroma de uma vez
E, pega o isqueiro a festa já vai começar
Fumaça pro ar, mais um trago, mais um drink
Te faz viajar mesmo que você duvide
Sente a vibe, coração é livre
Mágica energia é ligação momento exibe, hey
Eu te olhei fiz o convite, sei que é marcante envolvente
Na mente é outro pique, sentimento que faz flutuar
Me faz decolar, então eu tenho um palpite
Pega a blunt e fica mais chique
É só nós dois é sem limite
Sente a vibe, você não se inibe, cada pulsação a gente vive
Mágica energia é um momento que não se omite
Nada é como antes, nem as minhas crise
Minhas brisa é dela
Enquanto o vinil toca a gente bola uma ideia
Prefiro chocolate, Joaniza só da ela
Pro meu mundão particular
[Refrão]
Jardim floriu, ela surgiu, me atraiu
Entrou na mente com seu jeito envolvente faz querer
Não pude me conter, estorei no rolê
Fiz a boa, nós dois junto é Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
[Verso 2: Will]
Joana bonitona, mexe com a cuca dos menino vai vem
Esse fluxo é continuo de razão a coração
Ela desperta o sentido, na vitrola Tuff Gong
Som me dá amor de quilo, de vestido florescente
Floresce o clima eu vivo sem stress
Bumbo, caixa, chimbal aguça Jobim nota 10
Nosso amor milhões de encontros, cada vez é uma vez
Das quatorze as vinte e duas, vinte e três até as seis
[Verso 3: Filiph Neo]
Aperta e puxo, vai, teu aroma invade e sai
Te consumo sem pausa pra ver tudo em zoom, mas
Já invade a mente né, traz bons pensamentos
Fé, energia pura vibração, só pra ficar zen cuzão
Baseado em tragos reais, quem é sabe o que faz
Linda Mary Jane cê não é de ninguém, cê pertence ao mundo
Na mão do vagabundo, em papo de segundo (dixava as ideia)
Te quero bem, vestindo verde limão
Aba baixa, chave chamando atenção, só na contenção
Quietim, olho no olho
Te pego na mão, acende e taca fogo
[Refrão]
Jardim floriu, ela surgiu, me atraiu
Entrou na mente com seu jeito envolvente faz querer
Não pude me conter, estorei no rolê
Fiz a boa, nós dois junto é bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
[Verso 4: Renan Samam]
Sorriso largo branco igual marfim
Estamos no céu, anjos tão no jardim
Eu vim te beijar flor e ver o sol se pôr pra mim
Minha brisa vem levar, tudo que foi ruim
Juntos na mesma viagem, falando a mesma linguagem
Mente em liberdade, em meio ao caos da cidade
A paz ela me traz, universo em crise até sua vinda
Então seja bem-vinda, perfume é sem simillar
Se tá chegando agora vai pro final da fila
Flor do Esmeralda até o olho brilha
[Refrão]
Jardim floriu, ela surgiu, me atraiu
Entrou na mente com seu jeito envolvente faz querer
Não pude me conter, estorei no rolê
Fiz a boa, nós dois junto é Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic
Bombastic, ela é fantastic

Remedy Drive – Get To Know You Lyrics

I heard so much of you I wrote a book
Thick with thoughts of you that I heard were true
The critics read my work and they reviewed
He wrote of things he’d heard but never really knew
I’d say it’s time that I get to know you
More then just what I’ve been told
I’d say it’s time that I get to know you
I want to know from my soul
I was so close but I was still without
How could I be so right and still be so wrong
You’re like a tune I’ve only heard about
Let me hear that song – hear it loud and strong

G Herbo – OFNG Lyrics

Nigga, go and get you some cheddar (Uh)
Ain’t nothing else I do better (Better)
And if you see me, you better (Better)
I’m Kobe, cap, that’s forever, uh
[Chorus]
I lost a lot of my niggas, uh
A lot of my niggas, uh
Pour alcohol out for my niggas, huh
You know you’ll get shot for my niggas
Get high right now for my niggas
Get money and pick up right after my niggas
When I die, I’ma take this shit with me
Ran my sack up, went and got the 150
Iced out
(On fonem grave, on fonem grave)
(On fonem grave, on fonem grave)
(On fonem grave, on fonem grave)
(On fonem grave, on fonem grave) Wasn’t nobody there to raise lil’ Gage
Shit, he the same age lil’ cuz
Remember I ain’t give a fuck ’bout nothin’ (Nothin’)
I was bout the same age, lil’ sis (Bout’ the same age)
Mama talkin’ ’bout give her a hug (Give her a hug?)
Shit, I need somebody to show me love (Show me love)
I was out there gettin’ shot at with thugs
I ain’t had nobody tell me nothin’ (Tell me nothin’)
Seeing mansions, we came from the slums (Slum)
How the fuck she just can’t be good? Had everything, lost everything
All my niggas, all this money, tips I’ve made, for nothing
[Verse 1]
Uh, I lost my bronem to gunfire
If I call ’em fonem, they one of my mine
And we woke up standin’ by sunrise (Yeah)
I seen gunfire like a hundred times
And ain’t gon’ keep sittin’ in the house lookin’ sad and sorry
I cried like a hundred times
Your pain can’t take away my pain (Uh-uh)
But we don’t give a fuck, spin a bunch of times (Skrrt)
They ain’t outside when it’s huntin’ time
Ain’t nobody outside when it’s huntin’ time
Everybody always around when it’s stuntin’ time
Get the fuck from around, pussy, you ain’t frontline
Ain’t a killer, I ain’t never killed a nigga
But you better not ever push me, I’ma only tell you one time
If you my nigga, I love you, do anything for you
But I’ma only let you cross me one time (One time)
[Interlude]
Yeah (Yeah)
That’s on fonem grave (That’s on fonem)
Real Essex, baby (Essex, baby)
I’m a project baby, uh (Project baby)
Then you hear the beat start changin’ (Yeah)
That’s my blessings rainin’ (Rainin’)
Nigga a lil’ project baby
They say I got the check, start changing (Uh)
Nigga, on fonem grave
[Verse 2]
I’m playing with a check, that’s dangerous (That’s dangerous)
This shit’ll make your homies start changin’ (This shit make your homies start changin’)
This shit turn a family to strangers (For real)
They really be family to strangers (For real)
Everybody got bills they payin’
Everybody got secrets they ain’t sayin’
Everybody fighting demons and angels
Everybody fell in love with labels (They did)
Everybody wanna go do what they do
Every baby mama work in the club (Yeah)
Ain’t no niggas puttin’ food on the table
Every woman now want her a thug (Yeah)
Then who gon’ be there to raise lil’ blood? My crib way out the way, we good
But I still might just come say what’s up (What up?)
OG way out the way, she good (Good)
Take a hour to get up with her (With her)
Tryna put fonem right up (Right up)
Get a chance to show you better stuff (Uh)
Board a flight with that Beretta up (Up)
Don’t nobody else want it at all
Ain’t nobody like us (Like us, uh)
Go all the way with my niggas, what’s up? Yeah, that’s why it ain’t no limits, what up? Everybody under no limit, what up? Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah, on fonem grave, on fonem grave (Uh)
On fonem grave (Oh, haha, hell no), on fonem grave
(On fonem, that shit is so fuckin’ funny, fool)
On fonem grave
(On fonem grave)
(On fonem grave) Yeah (On fonem grave)
[Chorus]
I lost a lot of my niggas, uh
A lot of my niggas (A lot of my niggas), uh
Pour alcohol out for my niggas, huh
You know you’ll get shot for my niggas (Bah)
Get high right now for my niggas (Get high right now)
Get money and pick up right after my niggas (Pick up right after)
When I die, I’ma take this shit with me (Shit with me)
Ran my sack up, went and got the 150
Iced out, uh (Uh)
[Interlude]
I’ma let the beat breathe, you know
You know me, man, y’all know me, same nigga
You know what I’m saying?

Lil Wayne – All the Dogs Lyrics

Play this song
[Pre-Chorus]
They drowning in the water, we can’t save ’em
Blood all on the leaves and on the pavement
Weighs heavy on our brains and on our conscience
We know that tomorrow isn’t promised
[Chorus]
Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and
Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed
Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and
Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get…
[Verse 1]
I came from rags to riches, yeah
I’m talking Madden physics, yeah
From straight out of class to business, yeah
And I went from cash to digits, yeah
She stripping like that’s religion, yeah
So I give her a cash baptism, yeah
I ain’t into plastic bitches, but that bitch need some ass and titties
I can’t smell that shit that’s too skinny
I like my blunt fat and pretty
I’m smoking that Cali strong
I call that shit Calisthenics
You look like you got bad intentions
She look like she been paying attention
You look like you in bad condition
I look like I’m an air condition
Yeah, pressure busts pipes and I’m so piped up
Look at your wife and she gets mind fucked
I’m in the crowd, I make her eyes cum
Love is blind, so it can’t find us
MDMA go MIA, MDMA and MIA
My little bitch naked like Kim K
I ain’t got nothing on but some Kanyes
You got blood all on your sidewalk, on your sidewalk leave you sideways
I’ma blood walk on your sidewalk
I’ma slime walk in yo slime face
I’ma B walk on your sidewalk, on your front porch and your driveway
I put 10K on your head, my nigga said you ain’t worth 5K, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
They drowning in the water, we can’t save ’em
Blood all on the leaves and on the pavement
Weighs heavy on our brains and on our conscience
We know that tomorrow isn’t promised
[Chorus]
Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and
Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get…
[Verse 2]
Then my diamonds start dancing
My houses is so killer, bitches call me Charles Mansion
Codeine, Adderal, Xanax, cars crashing
G3, G4, G5, I tarmac it
Dumb bitch, smart phone, calls dropped, she can’t catch it
She get high all day, snort coke and drink Pepsi
Suwoo, Piru, this murder like Ja Rule
It’s voodoo, it’s taboo, my shooter shoot like Manu, pew pew
Achoo, I pray God bless you, I do
I lay you next to my shoe, don’t get your flesh on my shoe
Run your mouth and we gon’ slide, we slide
No lie I’m a blood repping 123
So 5, 45’s and them 223’s
And more 9’s, Mac-10, 11’s, 12-gauge
Numbers don’t lie, lie
Run your mouth and we know it’s
Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies we know it’s Sci-Fi
[Pre-Chorus]
They drowning in the water, we can’t save ’em
Blood all on the leaves and on the pavement
Weighs heavy on our brains and on our conscience
We know that tomorrow isn’t promised
[Chorus]
Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and
Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed
Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and
Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get…

Lil Yachty – Whew’ Chile Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
This shit sound like motherfuckin’ Final Fantasy, goddamn
Zelda, some shit like that
Nintendo 64 type shit, no cap, ha
Go
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be friends, that’s the old me (Uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (Ice)
My big brother by my side like Ginobli (Uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his percentage just like Kobe (Uh-uh, perfect)
Whew, child (Uh-uh)
She was suckin’ my dick like wow (Uh-uh)
Bein’ broke never was in style (Uh-uh)
Lil’ boy, go get your ass a job right now (Uh-uh)
Uh-uh
[Verse 1]
Niggas tryna stop my grind
Sixty racks into number nine’s (Number nine’s)
And I renegade y’all like Columbine (Columbine)
I be paranoid, move wisely (Oh)
Now my brothers got my back like Isley (Oh)
Just like ice box, got my brother’s new ice piece (Oh-woah)
Now hundred horses in that whip, it’s like lightnin’ (Skrrt)
Ooh, so enticing (Oh no)
Got that bitch up on her knees like the dice game
Got the money in a chokehold, no fightin’ (No fightin’)
Diamonds bitin’, I know these niggas hidin’
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be friends, that’s the old me (Uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (Ice)
My big brother better by my side like Ginobli (Uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his percentage just like Kobe (Uh-uh, perfect)
Whew, child (Uh-uh)
She was suckin’ my dick like wow (Uh-uh)
Bein’ broke never was in style (Uh-uh)
Lil’ boy, go get your ass a job right now (Uh-uh)
[Verse 2]
It’s automatic (Auto), transcending (Tran—)
My bitch know that I am back bendin’ (Bend)
Rack spendin’, Bentley slingin’ (Slingin’)
Often totin’, quick to cause commotion (Commotion)
Rob from my brother like the last time
Play with me, he flashin’ red like a stop sign (Frrp)
Fuck a bad bitch, don’t care her skin tone like I’m colorblind (Frrp)
Don’t make ’em suffer, bro, spare that lil’ boy, he ain’t know
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be friends, that’s the old me (Uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (Ice)
My big brother better by my side like Ginobli (Uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his percentage just like Kobe (Uh-uh, perfect)
Whew, child (Uh-uh)
She was suckin’ my dick like wow (Uh-uh)
Bein’ broke never was in style (Uh-uh)
Lil’ boy, go get your ass a job right now (Uh-uh)
Uh-uh
[Outro]
Whew, child (Uh-uh), whew, child (Uh-uh)
Whew, child (Uh-uh), number nine, whew, whew, child (Uh-huh)
Don’t go (Uh-uh), whew, child, whew, child (Uh-uh)
Whew, child (Uh-uh), I let it be, whew, whew, child
Whew, child (Let me be), I’m not your friend, don’t call me so (Uh-uh, whew, child)
Whew, child (Uh-uh), oh, no, whew, whew child (Uh-uh)
Child (Uh-uh), whew, child (Uh-uh)
Whew, child (Uh-uh), whew, child (Uh-uh)

Lil Wayne – Happen to You Lyrics

Play this song
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t ever think that it can’t happen to you, you
You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose
And if it gets too hard to face the truth
You got to grow through what you go through, yeah
[Chorus]
I need a bandage for the damage I’ve been through
I’ve been knocked down but I managed to improve
Only real competition is myself
[Verse 1]
She’s stuck in my brain storm, trying not to get rained on
I put all these rings on and it look like I’m flame throwing
And I put all my chains on and it look like I snakecharm
I was down on my dick, everybody was hissing
Now I’m trying to keep them snakes up out my garden
Put your ear up to my safe, the money snoring
Carolina blue sorta look like Jordan’s
Let’s get high for Nipsey and pop a blue dolphin
And yes I gotta keep them snakes up out my garden
But keep that Mamba Mentality regardless
‘Cause I know harder times are waiting for me in the future
All I can do is stay in my lane and put my gear in neutral
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t ever think that it can’t happen to you, to you
You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose
And if it gets too hard to face the truth
You got to grow through what you go through, yeah
[Chorus]
I need a bandage for the damage I’ve been through
I’ve been knocked down but I managed to improve
Only real competition is myself, myself
Yeah you need a bandage for the damage you’ve been through
You’ve been knocked down but you managed to improve
Only real competition is in you
[Verse 2]
I’m caught in a thunderstorm
I look up and it’s fuckin’ pouring
I’ma need me a lucky charm
I need it easy as Sunday morning
I keep me a firearm ’cause I always think I’m at harm
But it ain’t no smokin’ over here without ringing my fire alarm
On gang, on God, on moms
This life will break you down to crumbs
I was floating on the cloud, I jumped
And when I hit the ground I sunk
Yeah they thought I was down, I’m up
I was lost now I’m found, what’s up
I came too far around to give up
When I was down on my dick
Everybody was missing, they thought I would miss them
But I got in that kitchen and cooked up this wisdom
I started a system
If you really love your niggas you’d never risk them, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t ever think that it can’t happen to you, yeah
You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose, yeah
And if it gets too hard to face the truth
You got to grow through what you go through, yeah
[Chorus]
I need a bandage for the damage I’ve been through
I’ve been knocked down but I managed to improve
Only real competition is myself, myself
You need a bandage for the damage
I’ve been knocked down, knocked down but I manage yeah
Only real competition is myself
Only real competition is myself

G Herbo – Cap Guns Lyrics

(Pussy)
Gave niggas hope, why else they need me? If we ain’t go as hard as we did, probably all’ll be dead
Lean on each other, came through for another, that’s all that we had
They don’t understand, so callin’ my lawyer again, that’s all that we said
Everywhere we stand, them people was on us for playin’ them corners again
But they don’t understand (Huh?)
To get what they want, watch ’em deceive me (Watch ’em deceive me)
They don’t even know me, how they believe me? (How they believe?)
Sometimes I be thinkin’ from me to me, it be hard for somebody else bein’ me
Back and forth, tryna balance the Ms, my lovers and friends, I’m caught in a frenzy
Thinkin’ what my mama was sayin’ about all of my friends, now all of ’em dead (Damn)
Wishin’ I can call them again, do it all again, but it’s all in my head (Damn)
Was it really wrong what we did? I be everywhere, probably Bahimi (Probably)
Bitches partyin’ all in bikinis
Baby, I don’t even drink martinis (Uh-uh)
Exotic pack, got a hat like a genie (Uh-huh, what?)
Smokin’ Backs for my stress, let it ease me (Ayy)
Gotta make this boss shit look easy
But you know it’s everything but easy (Everything)
Money over everything, it please me (Over everything)
Money go and everything gon’ leave me (Everything)
Where was they before my watch was freezy? Play this song
[Intro]
Oz, you’re big time
[Verse]
I was young and used to think of cap guns back when I was havin’ fun
Now I’m caught up in this rap shit, gamblin’ my life for one
Lookin’ back at shit from my past, it ain’t much I haven’t done
Tryna learn from mistakes like my last one ’cause I got a son
Started off just shootin’ baskets, then we was ditchin’ classes (Ayy)
Smokin’ gas and havin’ fistfights later turned to blastin’ (Bah)
Grew up, got immune to madness, you couldn’t even imagine
Broski ain’t get to see my mansion, I carried his casket (Damn)
Went and did time, until he got back, I carried his ratchet
I was trappin’, ain’t unwrap it, it stayed in the plastic
Tellin’ broski, “Wear a mask,” ’cause it played with his asthma (Woo)
Gage wasn’t even five foot seven, he carryin’ plasmas
Could’ve went to school in Dallas and played for the Mavericks
Instead, I adapted to Essex and stayed with the savages (Uh)
Mama said stay where I’m at, don’t come back, she ain’t havin’ it
Now when she ask for the racks, it’s five k on the average
Look at how they had us (They had us), look at all those tragedies
Hell yeah, we start trappin’ shit, look at all us raggedy
Thank my OG for havin’ me (For havin’ me)
Fried bologna when I had to eat (When I had to eat)
All of my teens, I was ridin’ the streets (I was ridin’)
Now we the richest they got over east (Ayy)
Never forgot who was laughin’ at me
Know before rap, I was strapped with the heat
Know all the niggas was clappin’ at me (Clappin’ at me)
Never told police what happened to me (What happened)
Ninety hollows when we clap at the G (Krah)
Never reply to who rappin’ to me (Uh)
Never was askin’ for drama
Just stayed in a spot where it’s that catch me lack, shit’ll squeeze
One to the back, he collapsed to his knees
Ain’t have to give him that extra fifteen (Grrah)
If I would’ve died in my prime, news would’ve said that he just was a teen
But I was a teen out doin’ some reckless things
I had a strap in my jeans
Shout out 2013 (Ayy)
That’s when I lost Kobe and Peewee (Kobe and Peewee, ayy)
I kept a Glizzy, a 23
Folks saw the opps with the 3D (Uh)
That’s my kinfolk, we ain’t GD (Uh)
My chain got rocks like BBs, Maybach seats got TVs
My C Money rose with VVS
The opp hoes know all my CDs (You know them)
The opps damn near wanna be me
Gotta go the other way when they see me
If a nigga broke, how he gon’ see me?

Lil Yachty – Concrete Boys Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
[Chorus]
Back against the wall, concrete boys up, uh
I enter the void, I be goin’ up
I shamed myself tryna fuck that bitch
Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah
Criss-cross my realm, Chrome Heart on my Timbs
Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems
Jim Carrey that mask, it go up then
If’n it go up, then it’s stuck then (Slatt)
[Verse 1]
Oh, let me be
Trust me with the scope, it help me see (Help you see)
If she ain’t fuck bro then she fuck me (That’s a fact)
If she ain’t fuck me then she fuck bros (On my mom)
I just woke up, dreamin’ ’bout the rose (Oh my God)
They had niggas ’round me who don’t stand on toes (Hell nah)
Barely ever do I think about my foes
How much longer will I live? Only God knows
[Chorus]
Back against the wall, concrete boys up (Yeah)
I enter the void, I be goin’ up (Woo)
I shamed myself tryna fuck that bitch
Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah
Criss-cross my realm, come right out my DMs
Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems (Whew)
Jim Carrey that mask, it go up then (Ayy)
If’n it go up, then it’s stuck then (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Real, real, real, real
I just fucked up on a bitch from Puerto Rico (Mwah)
Put that bitch on ice, yeah, play that Mac DeMarco
Had that babysitter, she was off a narco
And I’m by my dolo like Donnie Darko (Mwah)
Splurgin’ on that kitty cat, I’m such a sicko (Yeah)
Double-C, my bookbag hold a little pistol
Get them birdies out that nest ‘fore I call up Mitchell
[Chorus]
Back against the wall, concrete boys up (Yeah)
I enter the void, I be goin’ up (Woo)
I shamed myself tryna fuck that bitch
Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah
Criss-cross my realm, come right out my DMs
Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems (Whew)
Jim Carrey that mask, it go up then (Ayy)
If’n it go up, then it’s stuck then (Up)
[Outro]
These bitches for everyone
Can’t give the game to everyone, no
I can’t lose myself tryna save them
I done took so many L’s, I ain’t goin’ back

Lil Yachty – Don’t Forget Lyrics

Bitch, I ain’t a dummy (Uh-huh)
You always seem to leave when it ain’t sunny
Back and forth ’bout forty times, you swear you love me
Now you need a round of applause, bravo like Johnny
You acting so damn much, you so phony (Uh-huh)
I don’t need that energy around me
But don’t forget who put you on, you was bummy (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2]
Don’t you dare forget who had bossed you up (Bossed you up)
Had you running ’round in a Bentley truck (Big Bs)
Paparazzi, snap, flash, middle fingers up (Fingers up)
Baby said I tried to fuck her then ring her up (Ring her up)
Call her up (Call her up), bring her here (Bring her here)
Bitches be so cap, they are not sincere (Not sincere)
I keep forty straps, gotta play it by ear (Play it by ear)
Won’t fall into your traps, I’m no longer near (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
So you ain’t fell in love with my money? Bitch, I ain’t a dummy (Uh-huh)
You always seem to leave when it ain’t sunny
Back and forth ’bout forty times, you swear you love me
Now you need a round of applause, bravo like Johnny
You acting so damn much, you so phony (Oh)
I don’t need that energy around me
But don’t forget who put you on, you was bummy
[Outro]
30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga Play this song
[Intro]
30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga
[Verse 1]
I’m starting to feel like I don’t need love, that shit for the damn birds (Brr)
All this arguing get on my damn nerves (On God)
You forgot I put your mama in the suburbs (Don’t forget)
You forgot I put your wrist on a blizzard (Don’t forget)
You the reason I be moving like the wizard (Pluto)
Oh, so now you selling pussy, you a vendor (Oh, wow)
Tell your friends get out my DM ‘fore I bend her (Yes)
Oh, your brother want a verse? I need a ten first (Yes)
Times ten more (Yes)
Bitch, we be on and off since I was a sophomore (Yes)
Waiting for your move, Dr. Hawthorne
And I started touring (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
So you ain’t fell in love with my money?

Lil Wayne – Russian Roulette Lyrics

[Chorus: Leah Marie & Conway the Machine]
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantees, but you get what you get
It’s like Russian roulette
It’s like Russian roulette
It’s like Russian roulette (Hold on, right)
No guarantees, but you get what you get (Uh, look)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
You niggas do anything for fame and clout
What would you do for your freedom? All your buss downs sparklin’ like foil
And the coke got me sweatin’, keep a towel on my shoulder
Like I used to coach the Georgetown Hoyas
I would walk down and draw down on you
Tell your woadies pray for you
And your shooters better be some fuckin’ Golden State Warriors
I’m gettin’ older, other day I told my soldiers
Spare nothin’ except the strollers, but my heart used to be colder
Never sober so a nigga prolly higher when he sober
I be higher than the solar system
Get rich and control the system
I was servin’ it, like Anna Kournikova
From a Nissan Pathfinder, now I have to find a chauffer
I got alphabet bitches, I do numbers, I do digits
I hear gunshots at my door, hold on, who is it? Play this song
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, mula, uh
[Chorus: Leah Marie & Lil Wayne]
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intentions (Amen)
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantees, but you get what you get
It’s like Russian roulette (Yeah)
It’s like Russian roulette (Baow)
It’s like Russian roulette (Yeah, baow)
No guarantees, but you get what you get
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah nigga, pistol to your ear nigga
Have my big homie kill your lil’ nigga
We heard the bricks comin’ on the boat
We at the dock, we at the pier nigga
You won’t even spot or hear niggas
But when they get here nigga
We gon’ pop up and appear nigga
On some DMX shit, we gon’ be like, “We right here, nigga”
Even though we right here, we far away, we light years, nigga
And my AK got diarrhea nigga
I’m promethazine, mixed with gasoline, mixed with antifreeze
And you just some light beer nigga
Sig Sauer spit a wig for ya
Sip oil better than an oil rig, dig? Might give a statement out
I’m from a city, nobody think they’d make it out
Got a key and a Glock, I took the paper route
Gave my people the block, straightened out
And I’ll be back by mornin’
Whip the bricks until your back side’s soarin’
I just bust the AP, that’s a fact, mind’s water for my bracelet
Dropped twenty like Jordan on a bad night, scorin’
‘Gnac pourin’, I just pulled up in a matte white foreign
Stick got a drum in the beam and the flashlight on it, yikes
Yeah, my shit’s bad like Lauryn, I ran a tour
On my last night tourin’, I’m a Mack, like, hol’ up
[Chorus: Leah Marie & BENNY THE BUTCHER]
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantees, but you get what you get
It’s like Russian roulette
It’s like Russian roulette
It’s like Russian roulette (Butcher comin’, nigga)
No guarantees, but you get what you get
[Verse 3: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Bust it down ’til the scale break, did a buck thirty on the beltway
Caught a bomb, Travis Kelce, ‘fore we touch down, it’s a tailgate
Piece lookin’ like a milkshake, had to back up, give myself space
Fake statements and my health straight, I can’t give a fuck what no one else say
So deep it’s like a jailbreak when the coupe slide down MLK
That’s a bulletproof CLK, fire lands on the shelf case
Turned felons into executives, made a half a mil’ and it felt great
Y’all niggas just a lil’ late, got a big house on a lil’ lake
And we both know how the smoke go, shots peel straight through a steel plate
Never throw stones when you know you livin’ in a glass house like you Bill Gates
Good on both coasts like I’m LJ, Bape store out in LA
Bougie nigga even when I’m dead ’cause I’ma die and get to hell late, ugh
[Outro: Leah Marie]
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantees, but you get what you get

​BROCKHAMPTON – chain on / hold me Lyrics

Second fiddle to widows, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick like Rolento
Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential? Wake up every morning like it’s do or die
No surprise, dudes get jealous when you cut the ties
Livin’ life, Lance Armstrong at the finish line
Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam
I don’t need six seconds, you remember Vine
It’s nasty
[Part II: hold me]
[Intro: Method Man & KRS-One]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dolla dolla bill y’all, y’all
Of course all the hardcore heads
This one goes out to you
Crank up the volume one time
Peace to all the real DJs out there
Cause I don’t send my music to no garbage DJs
They get me
Woop-woop, that’s the sound of da police
Woop-woop, that’s the sound of the beast
Woop-woop, that’s the sound of da police
[Verse: Kevin Abstract]
Stuck in the wild, murder with a smile
The only child to make it up out the mud (Yeah)
My fingers bloody, my tooth is kinda crushed (Uh-huh)
The rush I hate is the one that you love
Fingers crossed (Yeah), criss-crossed, applesauce
Rugrats, writin’ raps, quittin’ jobs, runnin’ laps
Who was that that found the coke in your bag? Did you live up to it, is you just doin’ the minimum? It’s all talent, perfectly balanced, young supreme Kai
Who am I? I was hopeless, we would laugh, on the lawn doin’ math
Ayy, ayy, I need some new jeans, I admire your blue jeans
I admire your mood swings, I admire the whole thing
It’s gettin’ lonely in Cali’, yeah, it’s so sunny though
Still got hope for the bloke over there with the runny nose
If I could keep your eyes on me long enough
I could prolly trick you into thinkin’ that I’m right enough
Like I got it all together, tell your fam’ I’m bright enough (Nah)
Keep my crew tight enough (Nah), give me the time, I’m writing up
(Nah, yeah)
[Break: Gil Scott-Heron]
It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time
[Chorus: Joba]
Hold me by surprise (Hold me by surprise, surprise, yeah)
And try to remember yesterday (Yesterday, ah, you)
Hold me by my head (Hold me by my head, head, yeah)
And rinse away the pain of yesterday (Yesterday, ah you)
I lay, I pray, for you in this time (I lay, I pray, for you in this time)
I lay, I pray, for you in this time (I lay, I pray, for you in this time)
I lay, I pray, for you in this time (I lay, I pray, for you in this time)
I lay, I pray, for you in this time (I lay, I pray, for you in this time)
[Break: JPEGMAFIA & Gil Scott-Heron]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Like a creature from another time), yeah
[Chorus: JPEGMAFIA, JPEGMAFIA & Joba, Joba]
Hold me by surprise
Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah
Hold me by surprise
Yeah-yeah-yeah, no you won’t (See, you quick)
Hold me by surprise
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold me by surprise (Yeah)
And try to remember yesterday
Hold me by my head (Ooh yeah)
And rinse away the pain of yesterday
[Outro: Joba, Method Man & DJ Bobbito Garcia]
Cash rules everything around me
I lay, I pray, for you in this time
Cash rules everything around me
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dolla dolla bill y’all, y’all
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties Play this song
[Part I: chain on]
[Intro]
One, two
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin’, nigga
Tryna say
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin’, nigga
Tryna say
[Verse: JPEGMAFIA]
Fifth string, Young Peggy ring, go
Slick with the ink, these melodies need Duolingo (Shit)
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go? Is it how I make the beats sound like Poltergeist? Used to get fifty views, now they need Peggy’s momentum (Yeah)
Let’s check the addendum
Switch the code, I’m speakin’ prophecies, like That’s So Raven
Bald headed with lil’ status, I feel like Maven
But I be dressed like Raven, up in the studio slavin’
Wonder how Peggy be- (Wait, wait)
Wonder how Peggy be cakin’? (Huh?)
Or when my homies bring my name up is it breedin’ spite? I be Easy Bakin’
My oven stay prepped and ready for the heat they takin’
Niggas that took this road and failed ain’t have proper placement
Some of you niggas don’t live well, does Peggy make you hate him?

Lil Yachty – Love Jones Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
(Earl on the Beat)
(Lousy)
Gettin’ better and better at this shit
Ayy
I need my producer credit too
Ayy (Go)
[Chorus]
My bitch two-tone (Two-tone, woo)
And I’m with my dawgs like a chew bone (Like a chew bone)
Said I fuck her for ten minutes, then I get gone (Then I get gone), ayy
She want me around ’cause I’m her ringtone (I’m her ringtone), ayy
My bitch get that pack and she send it home (Send it home)
Your bitch spend your money and blow up your phone (Blow up your phone, bitch)
Ears blinging (Ice), teeth chrome (Yeah)
Me and my bitch got understandings, this ain’t Love Jones (This ain’t Love Jones)
[Verse]
I’m at the top of my building like I’m King Kong (Like I’m King Kong)
Why them niggas who hate on me always unknown? (Bitch)
Seventy racks on a chain, I don’t even wear it
You a bird, parrot (Brr)
I wear all carats (Carats)
I look better in real life, baby (Facts, facts)
Bitch hold me down, I’ll buy you a Mercedes (Skrrt)
Maybe
[Interlude]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (Yeah-yeah)
Ayy (Yeah-yeah)
Ayy
[Chorus]
My bitch two-tone (Two-tone, go)
And I’m with my dawgs like a chew bone (Like a chew bone)
Said I fuck her for ten minutes, then I get gone (Then I get gone), ayy
She want me around ’cause I’m her ringtone (I’m her ringtone), ayy
My bitch get that pack and she send it home (Send it home)
Your bitch spend your money and blow up your phone (Blow up your phone)
Ears blinging, teeth chrome (VV’s)
I don’t wear no clusters, these is whole stones
From the back, I fuck, she love to moan

Lady Gaga – Stupid Love (Ellis Remix) Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
You’re the one that I’ve been waiting for
Gotta quit this cryin’, nobody’s gonna
Heal me if I don’t open the door
Kinda hard to believe, gotta have faith in me
[Refrain]
Freak out, freak out, freak out, freak out (Look at me)
Get down, get down, get down, get down (Look at me)
Freak out, freak out, freak out, freak out
Look at me now
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all I ever wanted was love
Hey-ah, hey-ah (Ooh-ooh)
Hey-ah, hey-ah (Ooh-ooh)
Hey-ah, hey-ah
All I ever wanted was love
Hey-ah, hey-ah (Ooh-ooh)
Hey-ah, hey-ah (Ooh-ooh)
Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah (Hey yeah, hey yeah)
[Drop]
I want your stupid love, love, love
Your stupid love, love, love
I want your stupid love, love, love
Your stupid love, love, love (Higher)
I want your stupid love, love, love
I want your stupid love, love, love
[Verse 2]
Now, it’s time to free me from the shame
I gotta find that peace, is it too late or
Could this love protect me from the pain? I would battle for you (Even if we break in two)
[Refrain]
Freak out, freak out, freak out, freak out (Look at me)
Get down, get down, get down, get down (Look at me)
Freak out, freak out, freak out, freak out
Look at me now
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all I ever wanted was love
Hey-ah, hey-ah (Ooh-ooh)
Hey-ah, hey-ah (Ooh-ooh)
Hey-ah, hey-ah
All I ever wanted was love
Hey-ah, hey-ah (Ooh-ooh)
Hey-ah, hey-ah (Ooh-ooh)
Hey-ah, hey-ah, hey-ah (Hey yeah, hey yeah)
[Drop]
I want your stupid love, love, love
Your stupid love, love, love
I want your stupid love, love, love
Your stupid love, love, love (Higher)
I want your stupid love, love, love
I want your stupid love, love, love
[Bridge]
I don’t need a reason (Oh)
Not sorry, I want your stupid love
I don’t need a reason (Oh)
Not sorry, I want your stupid love
[Drop]

G Herbo – 4am to 8am Lyrics

Why the fuck you yellin’? Why the fuck you trippin’? By my lonely, don’t forget it
Wops and leave the stu’, it’s 8 a.m. And you ain’t securin’ ’em? Why you think it’s not enough out here for him to get it, too? [Verse 1]
I’m livin’ proof that you can do it, too
By time I turned twenty-two I had a M or few
Get it? How the fuck you livin’? An L Beat? Like, what opportunity do I really have? Leave the streets to what? To do what? Had a M or few, ain’t say a M or two
Spread wealth with your nigga, why you think it’s him or you? Play this song
[Intro]
Oh my God, who is this? Go work at McDonalds? How the fuck you think I did it? but I just woke up finished
Every time they told me I couldn’t, that just woke a menace
Blessed, I got a million dollar mouth, but I don’t know a dentist Like, what you want me to do? You ain’t got security? [Verse 2]
Herbo, where you see yourself in ten years? So the people that was tryna kill me last week can see me? today, this goin’ on my seventh hour
[Interlude]
Put everything in perspective of what they’re goin’ through
And the PTSD that must come with that
And also why it’s so important to get this story out here
And offer opportunity to these kids so these kids have somethin’ to leave the streets for
It’s like, “Oh, get out the streets ’cause you gon’⁠—
You either gonna die or go to jail”
Everybody knows that, they know that
But, like, leave the streets? Why the fuck you chillin’? It’s hard as shit
Everyday I’m gettin’ sharper, I been smart as shit
And for some reason I feel like this still my hardest shit
Never seen a gangster like this, gotta pardon it
Hoppin’ out a foreign, valet parkin’ it
Used to be a tourist, broad day, sparkin’ it
It ain’t shit for me to rap about my life ’cause I’m a artist
I get personal and burn this bitch down like a arsonist
Shine bright ’cause I survived a lot of darknesses
When I walk I shake the ground like Parkinson’s
Since fourteen, on my back, it been a target
It just make me go harder ’cause I’m knowin’ why you started this shit
You just wanna be a part of this shit
I should’ve left the streets sooner, I got smart at this shit
Played your cards wrong, your disloyalty, I spotted it
Could have had smoke with whoever, ain’t nada, I got in it
Now they change the weather, through the rain, whatever
Supposed to stay forever, we could have changed together
Got that butterfly effect, it’s like I changed for the better
I ain’t got no friends in here, nigga, I came for the cheddar
I came with Berettas, uh, Glocks, etcetera
And we’ll pop the messenger, you try and stop from tellin’ us
I rose from the cellar, in the bank more than regular
Still got some killers with me that’ll rob the register
Mansions, marble floors, penthouses everywhere
Been inside the dealership a few, but you ain’t ever there
Man, I worked my ass off for this shit, I’m tellin’ ya
Granny house was rats on the rug like Angelica
How the fuck you jealous? It’s bad enough we limit us, we all criminals
And I woulda said “they”, but this shit mental, dude
The system been designed for self to let it get to you
I’m talkin’ self-destruction, traps for individuals
But I’ma dumb it down, I’ma humble down, I’ma mumble now
I been in the ring with Satan, had to rumble hours
I guess I had to go through pain to make another album
My mind thinkin’ ’bout so much shit I be smokin’ ounces
I need inspiration, in the Matrix, hella hours
I love the studio, been in there for eleven hours
Its four a.m. You ain’t up no millions?

Tommy Lee Sparta Drops Gritty Cinematic Clip “Rich Badness”

His Instagram followers who had been hyped up all week were quick to comment their ratings and approval. His faithful following is clearly impressed with the storyline and cinematic settings the artiste chose to put his own spin on the slang. With his mysterious persona and dark, spitfire lyrics, Tommy Lee Sparta has been on a winning streak since being exonerated of criminal charges in 2019. It seems that this favorable video debut just shy of June could set the tone for Tommy Lee’s summer. Facebook
Twitter The video premiere was a massive success with all that momentum, and the Everton Gentles/ Heavy Films directed piece clocked 76K views overnight, with fans predicting another trending hit. “Tommy Lee is undoubtedly the king of music videos, this epic!” commented one fan while another wrote, “Sparta don alone can entertain me wid him music video dem, dah video yah wicked!”
The ?Spartan Soldier? “Rate d video bro g, it look like a real movie…Jah know” was among the feedback from the attentive fans who also noted the cameo by Desha Ravers. While we’re stuck in quarantine, Tommy Lee is as chill as the ice on a “criss Rolex” or a “pinky ring”. In between clips, he puts his money where his mouth is, flashing plenty of jewels and all the custom made perks of the rich badness lifestyle. What we get is a rich movie sequence with standoffs, shoot outs, a musical score and even a hot damsel in distress for Tommy Lee to save. and “B?uss A Blank?” to life, and with the feedback currently flooding in it’s not hard to see why they’re back again. Heavy Films has helped the ‘buddup’ king bring previous concepts for ?”Psycho”? Tommy Lee Sparta drops off a cinematic clip for “Rich Badness.”
Dancehall fans can expect to be ‘under vibes’ all weekend long as Tommy Lee Sparta drops the eagerly awaited video for ?”Rich Badness.” ?The “?Hard Ears?” ?hitmaker left clips and clues all week, filling his fans (and comments) with anticipation and excitement including fellow artiste Gaza Slim and selector Tony Matterhorn. We get to watch as the Flanker man does some serious stunting and find out what it takes to get into those blinging big leagues. Promising a new outlook on life and approach to his craft, Sparta’s recent tracks “?Blessing,” “Shallow Grave” ?and “?Under Vibes” ?have since become massive mainstream hits. is known for controversy and intrigue, so ordinary visuals wouldn’t do for this fan favourite.