Joyner Lucas – 10 Bands Lyrics



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[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
Uh, uh-huh

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands (Uh), twenty bands (What?)
She’ll do anything for a couple grand (Uh)
Never had no money but she love to dance (What?)
I give all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex bitch still want another chance (What?)
Man, I swear I’ll never fall in love again (Uh)
I done came up, I’m the fuckin’ man (What?)
Me and Timbaland got other plans

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
You don’t really know what you up against (Yeah)
Boy, you know I always got the upper hand (Woo)
You ain’t never been through the struggle, man (Boop)
Home-made grits in the oven pan (Uh)
You don’t want shit, you don’t wanna dance (No)
Two shots, make ’em do the runnin’ man (Uh)
And they say, “Love is a drug” (Uh-huh)
Man, I swear I’ll never take drugs again
I traded my bike for a Hobie (Hobie)
Traded my Hobie for a Honda (Honda)
Traded my Honda for a Panther (Yeah)
I just got a crib in Wakanda (Woo)
I never been into the drama (Drama)
Never been a fan of designer (Uh)
All I really got is one wish (What’s that?)
A one night stand with Madonna (Woo)
Think I gotta hit ’em wit’ the head bust (Head bust, uh-huh)
This is for ’em days that they made me ride a motherfuckin’ sped bus (Ayy, uh-huh)
And this is for ’em days that my teachers tol’ me I should go and sell drugs
Niggas went to jail, ain’t nobody put the bail up
Shawty had the money, but she went and got her hair done
Niggas hated on me, but I never really cared much
Goddamn

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands (Yeah), twenty bands (Whoa)
She’ll do anything for a couple grand (Yeah)
Never had no money but she love to dance (Boop)
And I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam (Uh)
My ex bitch still want another chance (Yeah)
Man, I swear I’ll never fall in love again (What?)
And they say, “Love is a drug” (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas]
I done brought the—
I done brought the—
I done brought the hitters out to play (Uh-huh)
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Fuck it, let’s get it out the way (Uh-huh)
What we gon’ do? What’s it gon’ be?
I just got a million out the bank (Uh-huh)
Spoil my son, do what I please
Fuck what any nigga gotta say (Uh-huh, boop)
Lay in the sun, tickle my feet
I just might pull up in the mink (Mink)
Take my enemies out to drink (What?)
Toss my weapons in the lake (Yeah)
Count up my blessings, them straight (Nah)
I think I might go on a date (Uh)
Count all my dough in the safe
Roll with the wave, look at my soul in the face
They don’t even know what to say
I just want–

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands, twenty bands (Woo)
She’ll do anything for a couple grand (Yeah)
Never had no money but she love to dance (Yeah)
I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex bitch still want another chance (Yeah)
Man, I swear I’ll never fall in love again (Uh)
Someone said, “Love is a drug” (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
Men like—, men like—, men like—
Men like, women like, niggas like, yeah
I’ma ride ‘long as I’m alive, whoa (Boop, boop)
Homicide, kill ’em like genocide, yeah (Brrap, brrap)
Get it on camera, televise, whoa (Boop, boop)
ADHD, I identify, uh (Brrap, brrap)
Look at my feelings, I’m civilized, yeah
Analyzed, and I might spin a knife with a dyke (Brrap, brrap)
Get it right, bitch, if I hit it right, uh
I remember scraping at the quarters (Uh-huh, quarters)
Drinkin’ from the sink to get some water (Uh-huh, water)
Tryna pay the rent I couldn’t afford it (Uh-huh)
Stressin’ made a nigga bipolar (Uh-huh, woo!)
Washing machine out of order (Uh-huh, order)
Nigga had to hustle on the corner (Uh-huh, corner)
Now I’m back, I’m four from the border
Saving up hoes like a hoarder

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands (Woo), twenty bands (What?)
She’ll do anything for a couple grand (Yeah)
Never had no money but she love to dance (Woo)
I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex bitch still want another chance (Ayy)
Man, I swear, I’ll never fall in love again (Woo)
I done came up, I’m the fuckin’ man (Woo)
Me and Timbaland got other plans (Woo)
You don’t really know what you up against (Woo)
Boy, you know I always had the upper hand (Woo)
You ain’t never been through the struggle, man (Woo)
Home-made grits in the oven pan (Woo)
You don’t want shit, you don’t wanna dance (Woo)
Two shots, make ’em do the runnin’ man (Woo)
Someone said, “Love is a drug” (Uh-huh)
I don’t wanna ever take drugs again (Boop!)



Joyner Lucas – Broke and Stupid Lyrics



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[Intro]
First, we’re affected by what we know
When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes
That’s the first thing I tell ’em
Get the information while they’re here
Nothing worse than being stupid when you get out of school
So get the information, being broke is bad
But being stupid is what’s really bad
And what’s really-really bad is being broke and stupid

[Verse 1]
Uh, this the shit I dreamed about when I was only four
Sugar, water, mac and cheese, we were broke and poor (Yeah)
Court evictions, landlords never show remorse
Now I’m in the building, when they greet me, they gon’ hold the door (Yeah)
I never needed your acceptance, this is my destin
I made devil’s work and turned it into God’s blessings
Can’t knock me off the block, this is not Tetris
Life lessons, I learned tables turn, that’s my assessment
They told me to be patient but I need to flex (Woo)
I’m so famous, I could finally hit JAY-Z direct (Yeah)
I might hit up Drake, and tell him to send me the jet
I might drink Cîroc with Puff, if he send me a check (Word)
Lot of squares in my family, I could see the stress
Bunch of crabs in the bucket tryna eat my flesh
I ain’t nothing like you niggas, I don’t even rest
I don’t sleep until I see success, I wish you the best (Joyner)
I ain’t on no hating shit, I just want to get rich (Word)
I don’t do relationships, I don’t want to commit
Lot of bitches did me dirty, ain’t talked to me since
And now I’m insecure, closed off, but that’s hard to admit (Word)
I’m just thinking about the days you were making me jealous
Can’t rain on my parade, when I’m made of umbrellas (Woo)
Fuck it, they don’t faze me, I don’t stay in my feelings
Thought money would change me but it changed all my niggas (Facts)
I just bought a Lamborghini and painted the ceiling
I ain’t bragging, I’m just happy I made me a million
ADHD, I was slow, now they label me brilliant
I’m proud of niggas like HOV, he made him a billion (Yeah)
I hope I never go broke, tryna break through the ceilings
Fifty thousand on the low, I might make an appearance (Yeah)
This that shit that made them kids run away from they parents
Nigga, I’m breaking your spirit (Woo)
I told myself, “If I go out, then I’ma light my wrist” (Boom)
If I die today, I’m happy for the life I live (Blah, blah)
And my son is only three, he be like, “Mama rich”
Told him, “Go outside to play, just be inside by six” (Ayy)
I done made my niggas proud, ye ain’t gotta love me (Good)
Give a fuck about your opinion, only God could judge me (Blah, blah)
I don’t even write on paper, I just write on Tully (Woo)
I’ma hire an assistant to make her write it for me (Ayy)
This is me against the world, that’s the mood I’m in (Goddamn)
Hop up out the fucking pussy like I’m new again (Woo)
I remember they was calling me a hooligan
In special education, I just might go back to school again (Woah)
Only hit it once, then I make her leave (Woo, woo)
We ain’t cuddling, I need some space to breathe (Woo, woo)
If she fuck me good, I let her stay to three (Woo, woo)
No I’m not your man but we can make believe
Okay, you got a ass, that don’t mean a thing to me
Stop acting like a brat, bitch I ain’t Jermaine Dupri (Woo)
These pussy niggas talkin’ ’bout what they gon’ say to me
And they gon’ beat me up, I told ’em that’s some shit I’d pay to see (Stupid)

[Interlude]
And what’s really-really bad is being broke and stupid
Nothing much worse than that unless you’re sick
Like sick, broke and stupid
That’s about as far as you can fall unless you’re ugly, right?
But surely that would be the ultimate, right?
The ultimate negative life: ugly, sick, broke and stupid

[Verse 2]
I turned my life into a movie, bitch I think I’m Rocky (Yeah)
I can’t even wear my jewelry now, they think I’m cocky (Ayy, ayy)
I know that I got myself if I ain’t got nobody (Buh, buh)
Just bought a pistol, I just hope that it ain’t got no bodies (Brat)
You gon’ have to pay the price, if you get wishy washy (Woo)
This a Talladega Night, I think I’m Ricky Bobby (Bah, bah)
My advice: Quit the music, get a different hobby
All you lil’ niggas sound the same, just a different copy (Woah)
And I bow my head and pray for this (Woo, woo)
Yeah, I spill my guts and made a mess (Woo, woo)
Shit, I ran on Mars and made a wish
Yeah, I stand on cars like Jaden Smith (Yeah)
And I ball so hard, I sprain my wrist (Bah)
If I shoot it, then I ain’t gon’ miss
Loyal nigga so I ain’t gon’ switch (Woo)
Blew my money at the strippy, it don’t make no sense
Broke and stupid, shit will never be the same again

[Outro]
And what’s really-really bad is being broke and stupid (Stupid, stupid)

Kodak Black – Down N Out (Freestyle)

Kodak
Project baby and you know that
They say this beat dead (ghetto child)
Imma bring it back to life
And no this not my beat
I swear to god (project baby)

Yea I’m young and from the projects
Stolen cars, but I’m gettin money now, so I bought a jet
She want me to love her
Eat that pussy good
Slide it in her ass
But I’m not familiar with that
I’m not the student at the front seat of the class
Teachers pet a class clown, cuz I ain’t go to class
Why go to school I know all I need to know and I’m gettin cash for gold money, so why should I pass now?
I’m sitting on a crate, chillin in the shade
Fresh cut, kodak fade, on my corner with them thangs
Come and getcho a pillow sack 5 for 20, I got nicks and dimes, whatcho want my zone high grade
She wit you, fade away
Money come everyday
You can get it anyway
See I’m gettin it everyway
Lil kodak, silly me I’m Mr. K
Where is my K
Super cold n save the day
I keep me fucking all these hoes
And I cant be making friends, imma be you foes
You don’t know, they be hatin on the low
I’m that lil nigga from the know
That lil zone
I’ll be polo to the floor
Boy don’t act like you don’t know
I came up shootin dice by the dope hole
Throwing looks to the youngest nigga I hear post it on the stove
Snatchin chains I fell in love with that gold
She be shiny, she so pretty, boy I love that hoe
My people be tryna tell me leave the streets alone
But they see I just wont listen, they say just let him go
They got me at runnin back and now I’m running them back
And koot say when I get older ill be running the sack
I’m that rachet chick baker rat maniac wheres that, pockets fat, hit my first slit I don’t know how to act
Them crackers say I look like lil boosie
Plus I rock the boosie
They call me boosie
They say I’m so easy to catch
They say I’m ADHD, schizophrenic
My pistol panic
Get you’ll be fine, get nervous, I can’t handle it
Project baby and you know that I am him
My nigga found me, he was wit me shootin in the gym
I was settin him up for 3s, but I was scoring more then him
He wanted to be the team, grabbed my balls straight off the rim
My main bitch be trippin
She not my main, but the only reason she my main, cuz I don’t got no other bitches
I be stolo, slidin foreign she be nervous when she in it
I be drivin on the molly’s
I be rollin like a philly
Ghetto child post it wit that 9 like ibaka
Ugly corner jet forty cal hit you like aaron locker
Lil nigga, big ole pistol, I can’t shoot no choppa
Rock designer fabric, I’m proud of florida like harry potta

Kodak Black – Down N Out (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yeah I’m that youngin from the projects
Stolen cars, but I’m gettin’ money now, so I bought a Jag
She want me to love her, eat that pussy good
Slide it in her ass, but I’m not familiar with that
I’m not the student at the front seat of the class
Teacher’s pet, a class clown cause I ain’t go to class
Why go to school? I know all I need to know
And I’m gettin’ Caspar gold money so why should I pass now
I’m sittin’ on a crate chillin’ in the shade
Fresh cut, Kodak fade
On my corner with them thangs
Come get you a pillow sack 5 for 20
I got nicks and dimes
What you want? Zone or high grade?
Shoot it you fade away
Money come every day
You can get it anyway
See I’m gettin’ it every way
Lil Kodak
Salute me I’m Mr. K
Where is my cake?
Super cold [?]
I can’t be fuckin’ all these hoes
And I can’t be makin’ friends
Don’t be them foes you don’t know they hatin’ on the low
I’m that lil nigga from the ‘Noya
That lil zo
I be Polo to the floor
Boy, don’t act like you don’t know
I came up shootin’ dice by the dope hole
Throwin’ licks, the youngest nigga out here posted on the scroll
Snatchin’ chains, I fell in love with that gold
She be shinin’, she’s so pretty
Boy, I love that hoe
My people be tryna tell me leave the streets alone
But they see I just won’t listen
They say “just let him go”
They got me at running back and now I’m runnin’ them back
And Coupe say when I get older I be runnin’ the sac
I’m that ratchet jay baker rap maniac
Where’s that? Pockets fat
Hit my first lick I don’t know how to act
New cracker say I look like lil Boosie
And plus I rock the Boosie
They call me Boosie, they say I’m so easy to catch
They say I’m ADHD, schizophrenic
My pistol panic, it just be firing
Get nervous, I can’t handle it
Project Baby, and you know that I am him
My nigga found me, he was with me shootin’ in the gym
I was settin’ him up for 3’s, but I was scorin’ more than him
He wanted to be the team, grabbed my ball straight off the rim
My main bitch be trippin’
She not my main, but the only reason she my main cause I ain’t got no other bitches
I be stolo slidin’ foreign
She be nervous when she in it
I be drivin’ on the mollys, I be rollin like a filly
Ghetto child, posted with that 9 like Ibaka
Ugly corner jet, 40 cal hit you like [?]
Lil nigga big old pistol, I can’t shoot no chopper
Rock designer, Ferragamo, Prada fly like Harry Potter