Scarlxrd – YXU MAKE ME SICK Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
You make me wanna fucking throw up
[Chorus]
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick (You make me sick)
You make me sick (Sick)
Sick (Sick)
[Verse 1]
Aye
You must of thought I’ve forgotten, uh
I’ve been the demon you’re talking to
Better be moving with caution, uh
I’m still the psycho who lost it, yeah
They made me sick and I’m sticking my foot down
But foolish enough to reach out when I’m lowest
A criminal, as I decide to invert
Ahh, shut your fucking mouth
Leave me in peace
Think I figured bullshit
I’ma pick it up and win
Never relaxed
Focused and trying for greed
Let them all fall with the place
Ahh, let them roll and then rot
They don’t fucking deserve it
[Chorus]
You make me sick
You make me sick (You make me sick)
You make me sick (You make me sick)
You make me sick (What)
You make me sick (Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick)
Sick (Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick)
You make me sick
You make me sick (You make me sick)
You make me sick (You make me sick)
You make me sick (What)
You make me sick (Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick)
Sick (Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick)
[Verse 2]
Let me live my life
I got demons in my mind
Most of you niggas lack a spine
All them feelings, they alive (Yeah)
I see the weapon that kills, uh
Money is part of my fuels, uh
I live my gin life
From those that owed my dues
For my eyes
Thank you for drowning the bills
Like I made them perceive
That they’re catching my pro nigga
Feeling no pressure
I’ll just dive on this jet
I’m not rocking no ice
I go step on the plan
Really in it for the long run
Niggas never sit still (What?)
I’m just speeding cause I want more
I’m on my own
[Bridge]
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick (What)
You make me sick (Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick)
Sick (Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick)
[Chorus]
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick (What)
You make me sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick

NAV – Go To Hell Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No question, ima ride out for my bros
The money turned me to a savage on these hoes
I don’t need nobody, I could do this on my own
Fuck everybody, born alone and die alone
I got a cougar bitch and we get along
‘Cause my cougar bitch look like Nia Long
You can tell I’m gettin’ money ’bout what I got on
Supreme, Gucci, Louis, Fendi and some Saint-Laurent
No windows in the studio, don’t wanna see the sun
You know I’m killin’ shit on every beat I’m on
I might fall asleep and crash my car, I’m drivin’ home
30 milligrams, I’m focused, you can’t take me out my zone
[Chorus]
I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell
He came home, I gave him all my Bape and now he fresh as hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
He’s got a check, they say I’m crazy ’cause I’m sharin’ all my wealth
Rather spend it on my bros, don’t care to spend it on myself
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
[Verse 2]
You were always fake, you’ve been a phony, you was never real
I don’t want your love because I know it isn’t real
Please don’t try to hug ’cause me I don’t like how it feels
I was runnin’ out of patience, runnin’ out of pills
XO wanna sign me, ima sign a fuckin’ deal
They didn’t wanna let me in the club last year
Now it’s 30k every time I appear
I see a real one when I look inside the mirror
Had to face my demons, had to face all of my fears
They love a brown boy, that’s with the shits, the shit is rare
My shooter unpredictable, still gotta keep him near
We aimin’ for his head, won’t waste it in the air
[Chorus]
I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell
He came home, I gave him all my Bape and now he fresh as hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
He’s got a check, they say I’m crazy ’cause I’m sharin’ all my wealth
Rather spend it on my bros, don’t care to spend it on myself
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell

Chief Keef – Batman Lyrics

Nigga, I was one of ’em
Run up on me, I’ma up my gun on you
You can’t hide from the feds if they lookin’ for you, ayy
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat, man
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah
[Verse 2]
You want beef like you work at Fuddruckers
It’s just me and my blood brothers, motherfucker
Man, these bitches be bloodsuckers, goddamn
Stompin’ through the dirt with my mud brothers
All this water, bitch, I’m sinkin’ (Bling)
Slide quicker than a nigga can blink, yeah
These niggas pussy pink, yeah
Big fat pistol, I call him Binky
Up the boys and get beasty
We let off ’til the conversation ceases
My teacher couldn’t teach me
I was runnin’ through the hall and it wasn’t recess
[Chorus]
Young niggas be up in the trenches
Doin’ shit that they ain’t got no business
How I know? Nigga, I was one of ’em
Run up on me, I’ma up my gun on you
You can’t hide from the feds if they lookin’ for you, ayy
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat, man
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah Nigga, I was one of ’em
Run up on me, I’ma up my gun on you
You can’t hide from the feds if they lookin’ for you, ayy
Oh, you want your dope? [Intro]
Zaytoven
Yeah
Blues, but I’m black
Goddamn
Green, but I ain’t mean
Bitch, yeah
Sos’, baby
Shit
Zaytoven
[Chorus]
Young niggas be up in the trenches
Doin’ shit that they ain’t got no business
How I know? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat, man
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah
[Verse 1]
Punch your ass black, man, uh, huh
Splash on your ass to splat, man, yeah
I’m the Batman
I ain’t got no cape but call me Gat-man
Yeah, that’s a fact, man
Ho like, “Damn So’, you gettin’ fat, man”
Niggas like, “Let me get a track, man”
In a Hellcat but I ain’t even supposed to be drivin’
We gon’ make us split you like some taxes
Who they think they is, it sure ain’t Casper
She gave me the grill, I sure ain’t ask her
Shawty got that long throat like a dragon
[Chorus]
Young niggas be up in the trenches
Doin’ shit that they ain’t got no business
How I know?

Juice WRLD – Danny Phantom Lyrics

[Intro]
In your boyfriends stop tel him hands up
He a bitch tell him man up
Enviyon on the mix
I just popped a bean
Now I’m running through the stars
At the end of the day
They gon’ know who we are
Every time we fuck
Girl I take it too far
I was talkin bout I love you
I was tweaking off the bar
Xans up
[Hook]
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom
[Verse 1]
Yeah I’m super handsome
Walkin with my handgun
Down to kill a fuck nigga out the random
Shorty say she fuck niggas out the random
Hit her phone, told her that I was a random
Everyday I wake up gettin money, gettin paid, yeah
Money over bitches, best believe I’m gettin laid
Anyway
Fuckin girls from all types of places
All types of backgrounds, all pretty faces
Money by the cases
All I need blue faces
Suck it then she taste it
Damn that shit my favorite
Damn that bitch my baby
Yeah she drive me crazy
That’s my one and only
Psych, bitch I got eighty
Time, time, time stops for no man
I blow nines, I don’t throw hands
She gon’ do that white like Lindsey Lohan
And I’m gon’ take some money from her boyfriend
[Hook]
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom
[Verse 2]
Watch me do what I do
Left my old for my new
Shoes red, shoes blue
That bitch lost, blue clue
I’m the man, I’m the man
Yeah I know
Let me say that shit again
Bitch I’m xannin’ so I’m slow (ay)
Look at my new ho, yeah she pretty
We gon’ run the city
I’m so stuck, I’m so sedated
Keep that .9 tucked with me
Let a nigga try me
Imma do him like I’m Dej Loaf
Send him straight to heaven
Bullet holes give him halos
Give him a halo
Stack the money, I need pesos
I’m in the cut so I lay low
I’m shootin shit like I’m J-Lo
Makin money like I’m Jay-Z
Can’t a pussy nigga play me
I feel like I amthe man, yeah
I am, nigga can’t persuade me
Young nigga ballin out, feelin like I’m Michael
Swimmin through the money, yeah
I’m feelin like I’m Michael
Wash him up like a psycho
Read a nigga like a bible (on God)
Shoot a nigga with my rifle
Shoot a nigga then his grandfolks
Watch me
[Outro]
Hahaha
That shit funny

Lil Mosey – Bust Down Cartier Lyrics

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
[Verse 1]
I can’t stop fuckin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Gang, gang)
Me and my niggas shootin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Boom, grrr)
Hard knocks too and I know they can’t have it, yeah
Got some stars on the roof, ’cause you know I had to grab it
Gucci on my waist, Burberry headband
Punch him in the face, yeah, we on his head, man
Two-tone splashin’ all this water, feel like a snow-man
I done broke away ’cause he still a broke man (Broke bitch)
[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
[Verse 2]
V12, bad bitch and she ridin’ with no seatbelt (Lil’ bitch)
BM, I’m the type, stop askin’ for details
Might just re-up, takin’ change, feel like Griezmann
I still pop Xans, but I said I ain’t need them, uh-huh
Pop a bean, have her over here in the outer space
Pull up with my niggas, let it shine like L.A
Left my old city to the wood to get a K
Youngest nigga, they gon’ have see to it my way (My way)
[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
Since yesterday, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
She’s just a date, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
[Outro]
Now I’m heavy [Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah
Mosey-Mosey you made this?

Chief Keef – Petty Lyrics

Don’t go there right now
I’ma block you from callin’ my line
Talkin’ about shit that you heard through the vine
[Chorus]
I know I be fucking hoes
You need me, then let me know
It’s cool if you let me go
I know I be lying, but nah
Talking ’bout a bitch from Tokyo
She don’t even know me though
Told you I’m working (Bang, bang)
You don’t believe me
You petty, ayy, you petty, uh, you petty
You don’t believe me
You petty, uh, you petty, ayy, you petty, ayy
You don’t believe me, you petty [Intro]
Zaytoven
[Chorus]
I know I be fucking hoes
You need me, then let me know
It’s cool if you let me go
I know I be lying, but nah
Talking ’bout a bitch from Tokyo
She don’t even know me though
Told you I’m working (Bang, bang)
You don’t believe me
You petty, ayy, you petty, uh, you petty
You don’t believe me
You petty, uh, you petty, ayy, you petty, ayy
You don’t believe me, you petty
[Verse]
Ring ring, blowing up my phone
Told you I’m working, know you heard me, yeah
You gon’ make me turn it to throwback Thursday, hah
Lame off all this WCW, it’s thirsty, hah (Mwah)
I’ma call you back, my cup done watered down
Baby, I’m watered down
All my motherfuckin’ rings movin’ like a water fountain
Mama said I sip that cup too fast, I need to slow it down
I’ma need an umbrella for accusations to stop pourin’ down, down
I’m with the bitch, I ain’t in the stu’ workin’, how you sound?

Chief Keef – Ain’t Gonna Happen Lyrics

Okay
I’m about to wait
Read those, read those
Girl, I got the privilege, ayy
Skeet on mosquitos
Girl, don’t worry, gotta spray, hey (Bang, bang, bang)
He put shit in front of you for you to get over it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lost my homies and I can’t get over it, yeah, yeah, yeah
But I put my head on ’cause I’m a big boy
And there’s so much cash I had to get, boy
I been lazy as fuck, I get up, tell myself, “Ain’t no savin’ this bitch”
Bringin’ shit home, baby mama don’t worry ’bout how I’m gettin’ this shit
Grown ass man, I’m bugged, baby, when we was kids, we wasn’t kids
First gun was a Glock .40, tried a thing in the head with that bitch [Intro]
Zaytoven
(I wanna bring my brothers back, bro)
Man, that shit make me laugh
‘Cause they actually want me to give a fuck
[Verse]
I wanna bring my brother back but I know it ain’t gon’ happen
Knew I had to be the man back when I had started trappin’
I never gave a fuck what they said (Nope)
Foenem told me off with they heads
Surely, you don’t sleep in they beds (No)
You surely wasn’t raised with they kids (No)
Baby, I’m a shark and they fish (Fish)
I grew up, had to fill my house with dishes (Dishes)
I’m steady smokin’ dope in my kitchen (Kitchen)
Come in here, baow, no witness, yeah (Witness)
Fredo left me here
You know it’s been Cap or die, yeah
Tadoe still retarded, he fried
The day he smarten up, it’s God
Come on my property, I turn you to a French fry
Turn my front yard to a fish fry
I see big Glo in the big sky
Crazy how it turned me to the big guy
Ran an M6 up like an in-slide
Thick lil’ bitch from the East side
Told her that I love it on the West side
You like to smoke dope, that’s the best high
When you got money, they be like, “Yes, sir”
Niggas always foldin’ under pressure
The only thing I’m duckin’ the militia
And fans when I’m tired of takin’ pictures
Face dried up
From all of the tears I cried up
Lost most them niggas I ride for
I got somethin’ to prove, I’ll slide through
We turned Forest Hills spot to a drive-thru
You sold So’ soap ’til he got you
Some’ll get got but that’s how it go
I be with more monkeys than Baby Milo
Beat on my chest (Ooh, ah, ah)
A nigga beat on that bitch
‘Cause that ho beat on my dick (Haha)
New shit on the way
Baby, andalé
You just did call my weight
You tryna argue?

Chief Keef – Posse Lyrics

(Want for Christmas?)
[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse) (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)
[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)
[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? [Intro]
Zaytoven
[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking?

Chief Keef – Sneeze Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yah, yah, yah, yah (Yeah)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah)
Yah, yah (Yeah)
Sosa, baby (Sosa)
GBE, baby (Bang, Bang)
[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze
[Verse 1]
Lift this chopper like some weights, I ain’t bench pressin’
Got FNH up in the club and I got Smith & Wesson
But I don’t really like Smith & Wesson, got Glock, boy
If he decide to knock you down, you’s a opp, boy
Pulled up in that ugly thing, it got teeth on it
They like “What the fuck’s a feature, ain’t got Keef on it”
This bitch wanna roll some weed and put some keef on it
At the top hangin’ off the clouds, yeah my sleeves on it
If you lookin’ for me, I’m prolly in New Orleans
With them 504 boys, no Levis jeans
Come through with 450s, nigga flee the scene
Bitch a 223 chopper, that’s what Keef’ll bring
[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze
[Verse 2]
Up this Glock and sneeze, catch you, ha-choo
Come through and knock down your partner, I mean to pop you
Like we was shootin’ some craps, I mean to spot you
You’s a goofy to the audience, no need to clap you
I got plenty B-roll, like a camera man
Diddy Boppin’ in the party, that’s Keef Hammer Dance
You can put me at the back and I’m still gon’ win
Stompin’ on the heads of my mufuckin’ mini-man
Brown brick mansion, lookin’ like some wheats, nigga
Six car garage, well I got three in them
Gotta go super far for the other three
Pull off and my shit soundin’ ugly
[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang bang, bang bang

Kanye West – KIDS SEE GHOSTS (Part 2) Lyrics

Ow! Hee-hee
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I just imported 300 tons of British opium
If you bring your soldiers here, my boys be scopin ‘em
I just smoked 8 more pounds today
[Outro: Gekyume Onfroy]
Spotlight uh moonlight uh [Chorus: Hong Xiuquan]
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
My name is Kanye
Sometimes they paint me Donye
But I respect Hong on his claim of being God, ye
He passed out while taking the civil service exam
Took it about 3 times, what the hell god damn
Sometimes I smoke opium
[Pre-Chorus: Literal piece of cardboard]
*cardboard noises*
[Chorus: Hong Xiuquan]
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Okay I’m legit scared
I’m actually shaking and crying
No seriously this not a rap, I’m not trying to do rhyming
Dammit I accidentally rhymed because the Gods control my mind
And I can’t stop for a single time
And I can’t stop a single rhyme
I am being possessed right now
I need an ambulance right now
I just smoked 4 pounds of opium right now
I love opium
[Pre-Chorus: Literal piece of cardboard]
*cardboard noises*
[Chorus: Hong Xiuquan]
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
I am literally the reincarnation of jesus
[Bridge: Michael Jackson]
Hee-hee, I am alive
Ow! Ow!

Stephen – California Lyrics

Stay a little while, I’ll burn this Palo Santo for you
I believe in signs that I cannot quite yet explain
Us celebrating nights don’t come this much in California
Something in the sky is leading you and talking through me
Leave it to the side if this is real or I’m insane
Us celebrating nights don’t come this much in California
Used to believe in a god till my faith was destroyed by my thinking a lot
Searching for truth, and we’re start[?] for listen to logic and [?]
What am I thinking, congrats with this beautiful feeling that I can’t ignore
‘nore, ‘nore
I can’t ignore
I can’t ignore
I said, hey, hey, fuck all the shame
I see the glory and nothing can take that away, hey
Hope you feel the same, yeah
I came to say, hey, to go my own way
This beautiful feeling that I can’t ignore
‘nore, ‘nore
(I say hey)
Stay a little while, I’ll burn this Palo Santo for you
I believe in signs that I cannot quite yet explain
Us celebrating nights don’t come this much in California
(They don’t come this much in California)
Something in the sky is leading you and talking through me
Leave it to the side if this is real or I’m insane
Us celebrating nights don’t come this much in California
(They don’t come this much in California)
(Oh, California, yeah, oh)

Unlike Pluto – Closed Loop Lyrics

Just another day
Just another day
I’m goin crazy
Caught up in the fray
Caught in the shades of grey
I’m hazy
My life’s a loop that cycles
Look at the clock it’s vital
Seconds are never final
Spins around alot like vinyl
Wake, eat, work, sleep
Wake, eat, work, sleep
I feel like I’m stuck in a loop I made
Every turn leads back to the same place
Blow out the circuits, tear off the curtains
Set fire to the lions den
Boss says, keep it movin
You’re nothing spe(cial)
Forget why you’re doin it
9 to 5, just cycle
Sorry sir, I didn’t mean to have these dreams
But f**k you cuz I know I’m meant for bigger things
Wake, eat, work, sleep
Wake, eat, work, sleep
I feel like I’m stuck in a loop I made
Every turn leads back to the same place
Blow out the circuits, tear off the curtains
Set fire to the lions den
I’ve had some failures but got good intentions, I’ve got ambition that nobody mentions
I promise I’m gonna push it, I promise I’m gonna get out fine, it’s my life
I feel like I’m stuck in a loop I made
Every turn leads back to the same place
Blow out the circuits, tear off the curtains
Set fire to the lion’s den

Stephen – Wavin Lyrics

[Verse 2]
Well while I’m here, while I’m here
I ain’t mad, I ain’t scared
I understand what you feel
And I’m just tryna find my way
I don’t care what you think
This is love, this is love
This is God, this is trust
And now I know I’m on my way
‘Cause I believe, I believe
Still believe, still believe
[Hook]
Even if we’re falling from the stars, yeah
I really care about ya, care a lot about ya
Even if you don’t know what you’ve lost, yeah
I really care about ya, care a lot about ya
I’ll be waivin’, I’ll be waivin’, I’ll be waivin’
I’ll be waivin’, I’ll be waivin’
[Verse 3]
Well this is me, this is me
You can take it or leave
‘Cause I know what I’m not
I’m not like anybody here
I don’t play by the rules
You can call me a fool
But I got nothing to lose
And if you opened up your eyes
You would see what I see
‘stead of doubting the dream
‘stead of doubting the dream
[Hook]
But even if we’re falling from the stars, yeah
I really care about ya, care a lot about ya
Even if you don’t know what you’ve lost, yeah
I really care about ya, care a lot about ya
I’ll be waivin’, I’ll be waivin’, I’ll be waivin’
I’ll be waivin’, I’ll be waivin’, I’ll be waivin’
[Outro]
(Even without you
[?]
Anything I want is
Is not enough)
The humbleness of home, this ember, this stillness
It speaks without having to be spoken
‘Cause nothing has to say if just there
([?]
Anything I want is)
Is not enough
But if you’re chasing, I got places that I know will fix you up
We’ll set you on fire, baby
We’ll be alright [Verse 1]
Where you been, where you been
Here’s some water to sip
This is not what you think
It’s the hardest thing to say
We give up, we give up
You’re not enough, not enough
Best of luck, best of luck
You’re not like anybody here
What a fun little ride
Aren’t you happy we tried?

Trill Sammy – Nobody Lyrics

Got all these racks in my bag, TSA won’t let me through
I carry cash, need no wallet, but I’m high as hell, like a co-pilot, yeah
I got plenty options, pull up, get the show poppin’
Look like money, so I talk it
Smokin’ OG, it got my coughin’, uh
Ksubi on my jeans, got red bottoms all in my closet
New Supreme, so much drip, don’t need no faucet
[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
[Verse 2: 2-Tone]
Yeah, ay, 2-Tone, yeah
I can’t trust [?] cos’ all these niggas snakes, I know they watchin’
So I gotta’ keep the pole, won’t let ’em take none a’ my deposits
Lil bitch bad, but she be poppin’
She want bags, then she gon’ pop it
I want cash, they ain’t no option
All a’ them mad, just look at they pockets
Bust down 3 for 3
Your bitch wanna leave with me
Stuff the leaf with reefer
I can’t trust nobody, keep it on me, ain’t no losses
I still put promethazine in my 2 liter, yuh, yuh
[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes) [Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
[Verse 1: Trill Sammy]
I woke up with a bag, now that bitch tryna’ come through
Now I’m up, got her mad, how the fuck I turn brand new?

Juicy J – Bitches Lyrics

I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at? I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)
[Verse 4: French Montana]
Rollin’ up the weed (weed), trippin’ off a pill (pill)
Trippin’ out and swervin’, all my niggas in the field (field)
Trippin’ like the rap-niggas can’t be for real
Really started from the [?] and now a nigga makin’ mills’
Hah, hah, like a [?]
All my niggas built the way, ain’t gonna lose (hah)
Shawty gon’ buss it open for a nigga with a check (hah)
Heard the pussy good, but tonight I want some head (hah)
[Interlude: Juicy J & [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]
(Bitches)
[Verse 5: Juicy J]
It’s that nigga from the mafia, I’m the juice on that Bombay
And them Xannies dancin’ on my Phantom roof
I got bitches that got bitches that do everythin’, but two
I just met your baby-momma, now I got a new recruit
Ten-thousand dollars on my motherfuckin’ tooth
If that bitch ain’t got my money, I’ma knock her tooth loose
Fine-ass bitches eatin’ dick for Jimmy Choo
At the club all night, can’t even take the kids to school
Thursday afternoon, I was on the move
Shots of Petrone, hand full of ‘shrooms
Pop it like Reinbacher, I left in a helicopter
Even though I’m paid up, I’m still chasin’ every dollar
Bitch, I got bands, I heard she got Xans’
Her pussy so good, heard her pussy got fans
Fuck her more than one time, damn, I must be out my mind
Throw that ass in rewind, let me hit it from behind
[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. Pretty motherfucker
Basement out the gutter, don’t fuck without no rubber
I don’t ever trust her, I would never cuff her
Kissin’ on her lover, I do it for my brother
[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Back of the club, posted with my dubs
Act like you tough, you could catch a slug
Hoes in my face fixin’ for a taste
Of this young nigga, she wants a big dipper
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Pull up European, smoke a [?]
Smokin’ on a ‘Cali, but the papers [?]
Rich hazy [?], lyin’ with a [?]
Hundred for the car (hah)
[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at? I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)
[Verse 6: Project Pat]
You tell the doody bitches like they do you
They play dumb, so, my nigga, I play dumb too
Get caught in that pussy way up, that’s that Hou-do
Supposed to be the man, now that bitch control you
Get money, flip money, all I do is spend money, trippin’
Love my money all-blue, I guess my money crippin’
No disrespect to double-cup, so you know I’m sippin’
The bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up ’til I stuck my dick in
Money like a hood-bitch mouth, guess they flippin’ off
Ducks get plucked, you front me? Then I’m dippin’ off
Stump down like [?], back-hand you in to last week
Lyin’ about that bread’ll get your head cracked to the street
Credit card check fraud, or a fuckin’ thief
Flatback suckin’ Jack, ’til a nigga skeet
She get paid in many ways, her pimp gotta eat
Or hit the highway juggin’ off a whole key (ooh)
[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at? [Intro: Juicy J & [?]]
You’s a bitch
(Bitches)
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Lil’ bro got all-gold teeth and he was glistenin’
Came from the Souled and he came out of Memphis
Told me ’bout the hoes and he put me on the bitches
And he said they’d be trippy, man, layin’ me some pimpin’
How come bitches wanna cover? I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)
[Outro: [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]