Young Stoner Life – Pots N Pans Lyrics (feat. Lil Duke & Nav)

[Intro]
(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that’ll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin’ from fans (Runnin’ from fans)
I’m not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I’m callin’ on land (Callin’ on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
f*cked on her once, I’m not callin’ again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I f*cked on her friend (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Duke]
Trappin’ on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I’m in the field like a great white (Great whitе)
Brewed up a potion, thesе niggas gon’ bite (Gon’ bite, rrr)
I’m really poppin’, they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I’m the bomb, I ain’t bangin’ nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain’t got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn’t even type it (Couldn’t even type it)

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Bad bitch overseas Skypin’ (Skypin’)
Trippin’, I went put a scope on the rifle
Ain’t shootin’ up deers, I’m shootin’ at the rivals
Hide your whole army, KP, he the sniper
Put that lil’ baby in diapers (Diapers)
f*cked her one time and I left ’cause I ain’t like her
We got them choppers on deck like them bikers (Bikers)
Free all my niggas that’s locked up in Rikers
Pockets on Biggie, no Christopher Wallace
Came up with real ones around me, they solid
Roll through a roadblock, I’m ridin’ with Dolly
I need my own, seen a whole lotta bodies
She used to strip, she was dancin’ at Follies
She was projectin’, that bitch off Perc’, Molly
I love her ’cause she done f*cked everybody
I’m with Slatt Gotti, they like, then we bought it
My youngin pull up and he takin’ the charge
Truth in my rappin’, this ain’t no facade
Niggas get clapped in this bitch, we applaud
Run up a bag and I get outta Dodge
Pop me a Perc’, I done took off to Mars
Aventador and the doors ajar
Roll up her p*ssy, she sellin’ her parts
Can’t come to my hood ’cause they pullin’ your cards

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that’ll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin’ from fans (Runnin’ from fans)
I’m not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I’m callin’ on land (Callin’ on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
f*cked on her once, I’m not callin’ again (Brrt)

She tried to play me, I f*cked on her friend (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Duke]
Trappin’ on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I’m in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon’ bite (Gon’ bite, rrr)
I’m really poppin’, they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I’m the bomb, I ain’t bangin’ nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain’t got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn’t even type it (Couldn’t even type it)

[Verse 2: NAV]
I’m really ’bout it, this ain’t no facade
Pokémon rappers, we pullin’ they card
Duke send the track and I tell him it’s hard
Throw him an alley-oop, slatty, no charge
Test me if you want, I walk what I talk
Got a street sweeper to clean up the block
If we can’t find you, your cousin get smoked
F&N bullets fly, get on the floor
Shop by myself and I never get robbed
If she a baddie, I’m goin’ in raw
f*ckin’ these bitches is part of my job
Shawty on molly, so pardon the jaw
Multiple platinums turned me to the man
Like Magic, make dope disappear, yes, I can
Go where I want and they go where they can
Back to the trap with the pots and the pans
Poppin’ on pillys, got vibes for the vibes
Stay with the mob like a suit and a tie
Shit unbelievable, think that I’m lyin’
Hit with a two-piece, I think that he dyin’
Stackin’ up millions, I gotta go up
Don’t try to dap me, I’m not showin’ love
All of my chains out, ain’t none of ’em tucked
Shit could get slimy, it’s up, then it’s stuck

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that’ll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin’ from fans (Runnin’ from fans)
I’m not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I’m callin’ on land (Callin’ on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
f*cked on her once, I’m not callin’ again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I f*cked on her friend (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Duke]
Trappin’ on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I’m in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon’ bite (Gon’ bite, rrr)
I’m really poppin’, they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I’m the bomb, I ain’t bangin’ nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain’t got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn’t even type it (Couldn’t even type it)

Lil’ Debbie – Queen Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Livin’ my life like it’s golden
Look at my wrist and that motherf*cker frozen
Got my city on, now that mothef*cker’s rollin’
Look at my pockets, motherf*cker’s on swollen, bulging
Look at my motherf*ckin’ time, different days
Same gang, G’s up, hoes down, let ’em drown
‘Cause whatever we do, we do it flawless
Bitch, I’m going big, as big as Christopher Wallace

[Hook]
Bitch, I stay high, high as f*ck
Roll another backwood fired up
I’m high, uh, what’s up?
Grew up in the city and they ride with us
‘Cause I’m the queen
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
What’chu mean, what’chu mean, hoe?
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
What’chu mean, what’chu mean, hoe?

[Verse 2]
New money, same f*ckin’ shit, tho
Nothin’ changed lately, lane in the 6 fo
Queen shit, I ain’t playin’ with no bitch
No fatty ’cause I big blow, you know how that shit go
Yeah buddy, staight up of that gutta gutta
It’s gettin’ ratchet in this motherf*cker
A lotta talk but I know these bitches really love us undercover
f*ck the game, I don’t need a rubber
Bitch, I’m on your shit with my Polo fit on
Turned off bitches, how you know your shit’s on
I ain’t got time for what broke ass bitch on
I ‘on’t f*ck with you haters, treat a bitch like Big Sean
I ‘on’t give a f*ck, I just get a blunt
Then I lit it up, I’m just turnin’ up, livin’ how I want, hoe
I ‘on’t give a f*ck, get a double cup
Then I sip it up, boss bitch, what the f*ck I gotta [?]

[Hook]
Bitch, I stay high, high as f*ck
Roll another backwood fired up
I’m high, uh, what’s up?
Grew up in the city and they ride with us
‘Cause I’m the queen
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
What’chu mean, what’chu mean, hoe?
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
What’chu mean, what’chu mean, hoe?

[Verse 3]
In the function and you know what’s up
Bottles by the dozen, I don’t need a cup
Haters on the menu, watch me eat ’em up
Lookin’ at my circle, all I need is us
All we do is get sprayed, bitch, hit the snack tray
Twenty bad bitches, and her roaches in my ash tray
Blunts burn slow, money get it in the fast way
All I know is hustle, I’ma do it till my last day
Bitch I run my shit, like a boss ass bitch would
Way too cute to talk shit, spit this good
I ain’t got time for what a broke ass bitch say
I don’t f*ck with you haters, treat a bitch like Kanye
I don’t give a f*ck, I just get a blunt, then I split it up
I’m just turning up, living how I want hoe
I don’t give a f*ck get a double cup, then I sip it up
Boss bitch tired of f*cking with you dumb hoes

[Hook]
Bitch, I stay high, high as f*ck
Roll another backwood fired up
I’m high, uh, what’s up?
Grew up in the city and they ride with us
‘Cause I’m the queen
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
What’chu mean, what’chu mean, hoe?
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
I’m the queen, I’m the queen
What’chu mean, what’chu mean, hoe?

Migos – T-Shirt – Spotify Mix Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Spotify, yeah
Spotify, Spotify
Spotify, Spotify
Spotify, yeah

[Verse: Offset, Quavo, & Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’, cookie kickin’ like a rider (cookie!)
Bout to get that lamb til’ I thought about that rari (skrr skrr!)
Ain’t no doubt about it I’m yo favorite rapper artist
When you pull out that draco make sure ain’t nobody watching ( brrrt!)
Migos we the topic (Hey!), pockets extra sloppy (slop!)
On Spotify they listenin’ they can’t wait til’ we droppin’
Like my women cocky, (women!) drape em’ in Versace (‘sace!)
Fish scale wallets, Christopher Wallace (white!)
Spotify hit me, told me “Pull Up,” said “I got em’”
Number one no problem, try to stop we droppin’
Culture out there, dropped it, told em, “Hit me” when they cop it
Visuals on North Pole, ain’t no photo shoppin’
Back then when I wasn’t poppin’, y’all people told me stop it
Yeah
Thinkin’ bout money when I say cottage, so much can’t fit in my wallet
Yeah, yeah I might give my fans all my clothes yeah, yeah
I fly to Japan for my shows yeah, yeah
What you sayin’ we get those yeah, yeah
I won’t give no bag to these hoes (yeah)

[Outro: Quavo]
Yeah, no, T-shirt, T-shirt, T-shirt, T-shirt, (white!)
T-shirt, (white) T-shirt (white)
It’s that white, yeah,(white!) it’s that white yeah (white!)
Coco, do it for the Culture
Spotify I give you my word
Number one, we all around the earth
Spotify, we all around the earth
You know we comin’ for what we deserve, yeah
Culture album, out now, go get that, yeah
Yeah, WOO

Common – Black America Again (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane & Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Come look into the eyes of a man named Gucci
Got me peepin’ out the blinds like Malcolm with the Uzi
The government, the church, and the world is so polluted
They callin’ me a criminal when I’m a revolution
Woke up in a prison cell and I had a revelation
That my life’s a testimony, I could be an inspiration
From the 6 to the Chi, got so much in common
Gucci Mane and Common, did you see this comin’?
Nigga with an attitude, a hundred miles and runnin’
I done did some things so dirty that I wish I never done it
All eyes on me, America’s most wanted
It’s so hard to be a Black man in a white man country
Product of the slums with rich white folks’ money
And the police got no love for me, but I’m not scared of nothin’
Mass incarcerate us, man and then they call it "justice"
"Gucci how you feel?" I’m so tired of the fuck shit (Wop)

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know, yeah, yeah
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America

[Verse 2: Common]
The Black diaspora
Supreme math into the after
Life, I live it for the master
Truck drivers passed us
Like Jeremiah and Jasper
Children of Zimbabwe and Madagascar
Africa unite, we on the move like runaway slaves through the night
I write, "Freedom ain’t far"
My North Star’s more than a sports car
Taught by the ancestors who fought for our
Liberation army
Islam palmed me and calmed me
So the world couldn’t blond me
Lectures by Kwame Ture
The ambiance of pan-Africanism
A man after wisdom of the ancients
I paint with words like the brushes of Kehinde Wiley
Black and proud, we wild
We wowed the world with Black magnificence
A symphony for the divine
And we the instruments, Black innocence

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
I confess, I’ve been part of the problem
As of lately, I’m tryin’ to solve ’em
I sold dope and I still talk the jargon
Just like Malcolm ‘fore the X was on him
All these years later, we still the target
Look at Ferguson, Brooklyn and Charlotte
Sellin’ CDs, reachin’ for wallets
Trayvon’d be in his last year of college
I still mourn for Christopher Wallace
What happened in Dallas does not give me solace
So I acknowledge my flaws, apolige
Hey young world, just givin’ you the knowledge
The knowledge

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America
I’ll take you there
To get in, oh
Black America
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America