Jada Kingdom Reveal She’s Battling Bipolar Depression

Jada Kingdom reveals she’s battling bipolar depression as she pushed back at critics over her weight loss.

Jada Kingdom hit back at critics who have accused her of being on drugs. The criticism came after the “Best You Ever Had” singer posted several photos of her during a night out, looking slimmer than usual.

In a now-deleted Instagram post, the singer sent a harsh message to the naysayers. She wrote, “Note to hypocrites : F** YU! Guh look fi ah dog and s**k it hard. If losing all that weight means i’m sniffing coke then call me coke head Twinkle caz I LOVE IT HERE! neva been this happy. #2yearsoffighting I worked hard for this.”

The songstress continued, “living with bipolar depression opened my eyes to so much and i jus wanna say… F** yu! agen & agen, tf unu feel like #Cokeheadtwinkle.”

Still not satisfied with that post, Jada went on to address the issue further in her Instagram stories. In a series of videos, she vented, saying, “Hypocrites, hypocrites, get out of my DMs. Mi literally just see two female DM me basically saying don’t mind social media, and don’t follow what people ah say.. And dem two same page deh mi literally screenshot over another page ah done mi bout how yeah mon she deh pon coke fi true.. Look how she slim down and s**k out like bag juice.”

She expressed, “Mi no want nuh hypocrites as friends, family or fans, jus move from round mi..Come outta mi DM.”

She then jokingly added, “well call me cokehead Twinks cuz I love it here…mi love ova yah suh, mi love dis fi miself… Mi never happy so yet, a right yah suh mi a siddung and mi nah move.”

Not quite done, Jada further ranted, “Mi use to hear seh mi have elephantiasis, how mi look like Humpty Dumpty, mi look like Rolly Polly, mi look like Barney…the amount a tings mi use to hear, and a never lie, so weh mi duh, mi work pon it because mi never comfortable with myself neither.”

“Mi woulda understand if unuh see mi draw down inna the space of one month but a good two year now mi a go gym, mi a try eat right, mi switch to being pescatarian, mi leggo rice, mi a dis, mi a dat. Go s**k unuh madda,” she added.

Despite the negative criticisms, not everyone has been critical of the singer’s new body. Fans on Twitter have been showing her love with several reposting her latest images.

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This is not the first time that Jada has addressed critics about her weight. In September last year the singer who at one point weighed 224 pounds wrote, “Yes, mi born big, mi born big, a wah? Yes mi was 17, mi born humungous, live with it!” This was after social media users commented on a video of her in a store, calling her out for being overweight.

Jada Kingdom is opening up about her struggles with bipolar depression and has been very opened to her fans about her struggles with weight, being sexually abused at a young age, and other hardships she faced growing up in Jamaica. Dancehall veteran Spice, took the time to show Jada love and support, commenting under her various posts and her subsequent clap-back to the critics. Spice herself has experience of this type of criticism from trolls online. She has faced a lot of negative comments for her weight and skin color over the years and has always been very vocal about it.

While Jada Kingdom is no stranger to hate mail on social media, it’s certainly a positive to see her facing it head on and getting the support not just from her fans, but also from her peers in the industry like Spice.

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Izabell – Ka Du Vil Lyrics (feat. Kriminell Kunst, Vatr, Kiddo Kash, Lings, Icy Arn, Wayra Taqui & Stini)

[Intro: Izabell]
Wooh, aha, Izabell

[Vers 1: Izabell]
Attitudeproblemer, gje de Izabell
Trekke i trådene som Gepetto, STVG Kartell
Bygge det opp med mitt ego, en jævel med Lego
Kaste opp tusen tusenlapper, shoo, Iza har blitt emo
Bare gi meg placebo, eg e sukker, du e zero
Du smiska medisin, og eg va under overflaten som Nemo
Eg satse som de la Vega, du kjøpte gamet som Mondera
De står i kø i min bodega, señorita, te quiero

[Vers 2: Izabell]
Rego, copycats på min Vevo
Bandana-da-na-na-na, så de går rapeshit på min demo
Holde de nærme før de backstabbe meg, Fredo
Ser kje min verdig, outsider Othello

[Refreng: Izabell]
Yeah, ser du slide in på min DM, ka e det du vil?
Bare tale te meg på byen, ka e det du vil?
Kartellet, sei te den fyren, ka e det du vil?
Ville vestkyst, ville, ville vestkyst

[Vers 3: Kriminell Kunst]
Ville vestkyst, ville vestkyst
Stavanger va fett, så [?]
Me trengte en fresh pust
Iza va [?], satte [?]
Eg hørte de rimå va grove, så me helte bensin på det bålet
Oh, me heve listå litt, eller [?]
Hundre prosent [?], som George Young på noge disco shit
På noge disco shit, Tove Lo med noge disco hits
White girl på noge disco tits, [?]
[Vers 4: Stini]
If you can't stand the heat, get the f*ck out of my kitchen
Men eg f*cke med Brasil, so heat is my religion
Einaste eg spytte ut e bars
Ingenting under låg
Har visst bars i blodet, baby
Har visst keys te ein òg

[Vers 5: Wayra Taqui]
STVG Kartell, ey ja, mannen secario (wooh)
Drepe no rappere i kveld, tar de med opp i del barrio
Steppe opp i klubben med hvit jente
Hu e dødelig svart enke
[?] men eg vett ka du tenke
Han har brukt mine 9
3 i mente

[Vers 6: Kiddo Kæsh]

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Hoppe rett opp som en push up
Snakke du shit, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Du ringe min line, pick up
Eg har ein bag, bag an opp
Og snakke an piss, så focke an opp
[Refreng: Izabell]
Yeah, ser du slide in på min DM, ka e det du vil?
Bare tale te meg på byen, ka e det du vil?
Kartellet, sei te den fyren, ka e det du vil?
Ville vestkyst, ville, ville vestkyst

[Vers 7: Icy Arn]
Sjekke inn på hotellet, du vett ikkje kor eg bor, nei
Eg e på ny ting, ikkje samme som i fjor, ey
Åtte bars som eg rappe på (hæ)
Fire piller som du poppe på
Spanda så mye på deg
Du skylde meg penger, eg trenge de nå

[Vers 8: Lings]
Ooh, lille bitch, hold kjeft
Flowen e syk som [?]
Du bruke to år på å skriva et vers
Lage beaten og gjør mixen på to jævla sek
Pappa e tilbake, far din e farlig
Ska mala byen rød, og eg snakke ikkje maling

[Vers 9: ARNISH]
Det e han der ung-ish, slepp, slepp, sleppe bare tung shit
Hooke up med Kiddo Kæsh og f*ck, f*ck ei dum bitch
Kartellet te Izzy ligge på toppen som piffi
Eg gjer vel faen i ka du vil, for det e kje så viktig
[Vers 10: VIXXN]
Ka e det du vil, ka e det du vil?
Damå di bare vil inn, ta meg på min
Bare fordi eg e signa på Kartellet, kartlegge min ting ting
Ka du vil, ka du vil, det e VIXXN
Ka du vil, selga dop på Coop Prix?
Eller jobba på Mix'en, eg jobbe med mixen
Ka du tror du dine f*ck money get bitches

[Refreng: Izabell]
Yeah, ser du slide in på min DM, ka e det du vil?
Bare tale te meg på byen, ka e det du vil?
Kartellet, sei te den fyren, ka e det du vil?
Ville vestkyst, ville, ville vestkyst

Jack Prince – CLOUT


“CLOUT” is Jack Prince’s brand new single released in January 2021, a hype rap song which is too fire to be missed. Enjoy your listen, and check out CLOUT lyrics below.

She’ all about the clout
Real imposter, lost her
She slid up in my DM
Then I sauced her
Oops
Boss up
Ain’t nobody like me
So don’t act like you like me
Clout, Clout, Clout
(x2)

Hold up
I got a chip on my shoulder
See this chick I don’t – know her
But she all up in my DM
(H-Hold, Hold, Hold up)
Shit
I don’t really know you no no
But I know your kind
You got a scheme like ponzo
Venom hits fast, she’ a snake like that tho
*cough cough cough*, and then you lay down flat hoe

I might be choking but I’m trying for real
She’ already inside my head and now she going for the kill
I be all bout the love but a leech won’t stop
And I’m all about my shit, but this top got me stuck
Now she’ trippin that’s fax man
She took all the fake fans
She ghostin’ me hard now, might as well call me Pac-Man
Ok ok
Now we taking it all back
‘Cause I never gave a fuck
Just enough to make a track

She’ all about the clout
Real imposter, lost her
She slid up in my DM
Then I sauced her
Oops
Boss up
Ain’t nobody like me
So don’t act like you like me
Clout, Clout, Clout
(x2)

(All about the, All about the
All about the Clout
All about the, All about the
All about the Clout)

She all about the clout like
I don’t get why tho
Ain’t about the money she’ dopamine high tho
She would kill a puppy if that would make her viral
And she want it all without knowing
Her mind spinning like a spiral
Living in fame, she love the pain, she my nemesis
Sip of the glass, trynna forget, let me take a piss
*zip*
Like that
Trick got game
But it’s rotten like Michael
Seat back lane too fast for a snapshot
Perfect pic frame but she’ living at her dads loft
Priorities, fucked up indeed
She creepin we flee
She sting like a bee

What, yea
I got you figure out
Fuck that
Don’t wanna tip that
Au revoir
Yea that’s French bitch
UPS, fed-ex
Pack it then send it

She’ all about the clout
Real imposter, lost her
She slid up in my DM
Then I sauced her
Oops
Boss up
Ain’t nobody like me
So don’t act like you like me
Clout, Clout, Clout
(x2)

Bedoes & Lanek – Doda :* Lyrics

[Zwrotka 1]
Nie znam miejsca, gdzie mogę mieć miejsce
Moje drinki, jak moje myśli – trochę ciemniejsze
Paru OGs, parę kobiet – robi się gęsto
Kto mnie kocha, kto jest ze mną tylko dla fejmu?
Kto mi pomoże, jeśli stracę wszystko? Kto wtedy będzie?
Kto mi pomoże, jeśli będę żebrał, a nie jeździł Rangem?
Mam przegnity umysł, zapraszam ciebie do wnętrza
Boję się, że skoczę, dlatego nie wchodzę na wysokie piętra
Potrzebuję przerwy, zniknę po tej płycie i przemyślę swoje błędy
Albo znowu wsiądę najebany w moją furę
I napiszę tamtej małej, że za pół godziny będę
Pierdolę tę scenę, nie porównuj tych raperów do mnie
Ja wpierdalam refrenem twoją karierę
I nie lubię przechwalania
Bo to zwykle jest żenada
Ale kurwa mordo, już teraz powiedzmy sobie szczerze
Jesteś głupszy od Gustawa
Mam raperów na DM'ie, którzy na mnie pierdolą w tych kolorowych kuluarach
Każdy myśli, że jest cwany i że robi wielki biznes
Ja chcę umrzeć prawdziwy, oni żyją na kolanach
Wszyscy boją się, że stracą forsę, jeśli zajmą stanowisko w jakiejś sprawie i wciąż milczą jak ofiary
A my staramy się zmienić coś w tym kraju
Oraz sprawić aby dzieci nie musiały ze sobą walczyć jak starzy
Mogę mieć wyjebane, śpiewać o pieniądzach
Ze zjebami klepać się po plecach oraz palić trawę
Walić z nimi kokę, stukać się wódeczką
Obgadywać plecy, a następnie im podawać grabę
Mam połamane skrzydło, na ramieniu siedzi diabeł
Na drugim siedzi anioł, obok siedzi mój przyjaciel
Błagam obiecaj, że mnie nie zdradzisz
Wszyscy prawdziwi zginęli, bracie jesteśmy ostatni
[Refren]
Chcę diamenty jak Doda
Chcę nadgarstek jak woda
W moich snach tylko Londyn
W plecach blizny po nożach
Chcę diamenty jak Doda, Doda, Doda
Doda, Doda, Doda
Doda, Doda, Doda, Doda, Doda
Chcę diamenty jak Doda
Chcę nadgarstek jak woda
W moich snach tylko Londyn
W plecach blizny po nożach
Chcę diamenty jak Doda, Doda, Doda
Doda, Doda, Doda
Doda, Doda, Doda, Doda, Doda

[Zwrotka 2]
Moje pokolenie nosi ślady na nadgarstkach
Albo przez ból, albo pana policjanta

W głowie Trump oraz jakaś naga laska
Trochę kodeiny, trochę Sprite'a
Ona jest pogubiona, jara jointa w samych majtkach
On jest pogubiony co weekend jak w Ameryce
Nie mam już idoli – nie żyją lub się skurwili
Więc jeśli jestem twoim zawdzięczam ci moje życie
Pośród mych przyjaciół są przestępcy i nie cieszy mnie to wcale
Bo bym wolał gdyby mieli prace i spełniali pasje
Tu 15-latek jeździ z jebanym towarem
Bo chciałby mieć lepsze buty i nie prosić o nie mamę
Posłuchaj młody może właśnie ty masz talent
Jebać przemoc, jebać dragi, może już pora na zmianę
Jeśli słuchasz moich rzeczy, bo nie wiesz co zrobić dalej
To pamiętaj – możesz stracić wszystko oprócz swoich marzeń
Prawie z nikim się nie trzymam
Na mojej płycie zwrotki kładą ludzie, a nie PR
Dostałem zaproszenie na Opener
Albo daj mi główną scenę, albo błagam przestań pisać
Przeprosiny przyjmuje
Lecz nie toleruje już żadnych nieporozumień
Mam szacunek fanów i rodziny
Innego nie potrzebuje
[Refren]
Chcę diamenty jak Doda
Chcę nadgarstek jak woda
W moich snach tylko Londyn
W plecach blizny po nożach
Chcę diamenty jak Doda, Doda, Doda
Doda, Doda, Doda
Doda, Doda, Doda, Doda, Doda
Chcę diamenty jak Doda
Chcę nadgarstek jak woda
W moich snach tylko Londyn
W plecach blizny po nożach
Chcę diamenty jak Doda, Doda, Doda
Doda, Doda, Doda
Doda, Doda, Doda, Doda, Doda

[Zwrotka 3]
Zacząłem to robić, Aby Śmierć Miała Znaczenie
Potem wyrósł we mnie Kwiat Polskiej Młodzieży
Stałem się głosem pokolenia, poczym przyleciały Smoki
Rewolucja Romantyczna to jest walka o to by prawdziwość nie umarła
Co dzień tańczę z Bogiem, walczę z Diabłem
Co dzień mam ochotę, by się poddać
Ale nie mogę nikogo zawieść
Wrócę z głowami mych wrogów na znaczkach Rolce Royce'a

Popcaan Doubles Down On Usain Bolt’s Diss, “Me Nuh Bloodcl**t Sorry”

Popcaan is doubling down on his criticism of Usain Bolt’s latest talent (or lack of) in relation to his venture into music. Fans were disappointed that the Usain Bolt and NJ song, “Living The Dream,” only had NJ singing while Bolt only made a cameo appearance giving his favorite hand signals and being featured as the main actor in the video.

Popcaan came out on Monday to tell the world’s fastest man alive that he should use his platform to “help some youth wid real musical talent” and to use his platform to give said talented youths the platform that he was using.

Many praised Popcaan for being honest – “nuff a unu need friends like Popcaan some a unu fren dem na tell unu she unu song nuh sound good,” one fan defended Popcaan. However, others criticized Popcaan and even called him badmind but Popcaan doesn’t care. The artiste posted to his story “me done say wey me say and me nuh bomboc***t sorry,” he posted to his Instagram stories.

Popcaan has been known to be a straight talker, but it seems that fans don’t appreciate the way he approached the situation. “Popcaan have a point still but at the same time I think Bolt has earned the right to do whatever makes him happy at this point in his life (remember when him did ah play ball? Lol) also thi nuh haffi be one or the other. He can be an artist and also develop artists,” one person reasoned on Twitter.

Another felt that Bolt should heed Poppy’s advice since he could relate to it in his sports field, “…he [bolt] clearly thinks he has talent and that’s why he has made an effort to get it produced and encouraging others to purchase his music. He is disrespecting true talent out there. Same way no one can come in his lane of track and field and water down the thing, he can’t do the same in music. He has ZERO formal training…..waste of time,” another person commented on Instagram.

It seems that Bolt and Popcaan aren’t as connected as others felt. Many suggested a private phone call or a DM, but Popcaan isn’t following Bolt on Instagram. However, of Usain’s 238 people he follows, Popcaan is one of them.

Meanwhile, it seems like Usain has received the approval of the unrivaled King of Dancehall- Vybz Kartel, who commented on Bolt’s video of himself and Kasi B in the studio “A who dat #usainboltel” with a laugh and fire emojis.

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Saweetie Gifted Quavo Rare $300K Richard Mille Watch For

Quavo is now the owner of an ultra exclusive $300K Richard Mille watch thanks to his girlfriend Saweetie.

Quavo and Saweetie spare no expense when it comes to each other as we know the couple is known for giving each other extravagant gifts. The couple spoiled each other with lavish gifts over the Christmas holidays as we have come to expect them. The Migos rapper surprised the love of his life with a brand new $300K icy new Bentley just before Christmas, as the young rapper goes into the New Year with her own jet and career on take-off.

Saweetie didn’t miss a beat as she, too, gifted Quavo a $300K Richard Mille watch. In a video on Instagram, Quavo can be seen unwrapping his gift that came in a larger box- a Birkin bag box with a few smaller boxes inside to create anticipation for the surprise. The Migos member “oohs” as he looks at his new watch and shows it off while pulling Saweetie for a hug and kiss.

In July, Quavo gifted Saweetie not one but two Birkin bags, and you can tell she was pretty excited. The ‘My Type’ rapper made headlines last week after showing off her brand new jet that she commissioned on its first flight earlier this week.

The pair have been dating for three years, and it all started as a DM from Quavo to Saweetie- a real modern-day romantic story.

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Sukihana – Rob Who? Lyrics

[Intro]
Bitch, we ‘posed to be out here uplifting each other
But Mr Crab mad ’cause his p*ssy stank, his p*ssy stank

Hurt bitch
Bet you stank when you twerk, bitch
Ho shaped like a Perc, bitch
Pay a feature, we can work, bitch, yo’ hurt, bitch
Hurt bitch
Bet you stank when you twerk, bitch
Ho shaped like a Perc, bitch
Pay a feature, we can work, bitch, yo’ hurt, bitch (Listen)

[Verse 1]
p*ssy ho say my name on a record
Like I was gon’ sit there and accept it
Ho, you know I’m Suki, what the f*ck you expected?
You know I’m rude as f*ck and you know my mouth is reckless
A bitch will do anything for attention when shе desperate
But how you got thе right when you finna get some wreck, bitch?
Ho, I’ll have them steppers steppin’ down on your neck, bitch
Ho, you just another ho I’m checkin’ off my checklist
Bitch, you picked the wrong [?] to try and come and ride, bitch
I’m the type to bring the strap to the rap battle
When I run down on ’em, I bet you them bullets scatter
Lookin’ like a real nigga with that five o’clock shadow
Sayin’ my name but, bitch, this ain’t what you want
Would get your ass robbed but you ain’t got shit that I want
I got that ho shook up, who she tryna look for?
Keep it real, ho, what shows you gettin’ booked for?
I asked the promoters, they said they don’t really know ya
She really want some cat that’s why she’s lookin’ for Doja
Nobody wanna f*ck, she confused, need closure
Well, I’ma expose her since she’s lookin’ for exposure
Damn, ho, what’s the matter?
Dissed everybody, still don’t matter
Can’t afford a Patek, get your ass fatter
Word on the street, ho, you a paymaster
I heard you payin’ niggas and they still won’t smash ya
Me and these hoes ain’t really what they say they is
Mad ’cause they can’t find a nigga pay they bills
Talkin’ all that shit but ain’t the way they live
Lookin’ like Vivian off the Bébé’s Kids
Well, let me give you an update
You gon’ f*ck around and make me get the duct tape
Bitch, I laugh when I look at how your butt shake
Bad body bitch built like a cupcake
Ha, bitch, tell me what’s wrong wit’ ya?
Ho, I even went and tried to did a song wit’ ya
But this dumb ho wylin’ talkin’ ’bout five-thousand
p*ssy ho, would you tell me what’s wrong wit’ ya? (What’s wrong wit’ ya?)
CupcakKe freak, cupcakKe, take a seat
I got [?]
You cupcake ho, I can tell that you [?]
Knock the frostin’ off your ass when I see you in the street
Missy, I know you see me, keep watchin’
I’m gettin’ Nike checks, ho, you still Reebokin’
I’m purer off cut, p*ssy ho, you re-rockin’
How you gon’ rob a bitch when I heard your knees knockin’?
Yeah, I got her mad, yeah, I got that bitch hot

She mad she ain’t really bad enough to be a thot
Ugly ass ho, you will never be a [?]
Lookin’ like Meg (Sike), after the vaccine shot
Be serious, you will never be raw, you delirious
Talkin’ gutter ho, we ain’t tryna hear it
Whole man lookin’ ho
What I really wanna know is do you even get a period?

[Interlude]
Bitch, you out here shaped like a bull egg, you big bad moose
Your titties longer than a motherf*ckin’ prison sentence
Bitch, I’m finna put some Christmas socks on her motherf*ckin’ titties, ho
And, bitch, I’m finna keep poppin’ up on you again and again like them herpes on your bootyhole, bitch
And, bitch, I ain’t done
Yeah, huh, huh, hold up

[Verse 2]
Big [?] around this bitch and they all dirty
Bitches send them shots like I’m Steph Curry
Put that money on your head, I might cut a thirty
p*ssy ho, I’ll have you dead and won’t nobody know it
Bitch, you the type to trickin’ at Popeyes Chicken
Chargin’ forty dollars ’cause you know that p*ssy pissy
Go and watch that dookie shooter ’cause that ass shity
Suki ain’t scared, bitch, [?] (Bitch)
Rob who? Kill what?
Come to Westside, we’ll put them Glocks in your butt
I’m [?] with them real killers
Call them f*ck niggas, they gon’ die wit’ ya
You’s a cupcake, I’m a whole cake
And that [?] hatin’ shit gon’ lay an earthquake
I seen them [?] on yo’ ass, this a cold case
p*ssy ho, you know not to say Nicki name
Rah rah, bitch, you shaped like a tablet
Rah rah, them long titties is saggin’
Lil’ basket hound ho, your tail is waggin’
‘Bout time to put these tired hoes in a casket
My p*ssy fantastic, you is a mad bitch
I heard that coochie hold ya like a catcus
Bitch, is you blind? Go put on your glasses
You lookin’ like a walrus with them lashes

[Interlude]
And I’m still not done wit’ you, you f*ck ass ho
You big, bad, bug lookin’ ass bitch
f*ck your mom, ho
Yeah

[Verse 3]
Whole p*ssy-ass ho got me activated
Tryna teach you how to rob ’cause you clout chasin’
That lil’ diss ’bout as dry as your weave, ho
Promoters ain’t gon’ book you, they want me, ho
I’ll send you free tickets, bitch, V.I.P
Put my hands on your ass like I’m Aileen
You could get your face beat, I’ma MUA
Lil’ dirty ass ho, you just in the way
Coulda hit my DM, you want promo?
Said my name in your song, I’m on go mode
Want the smoke but they [?], that’s a no no
I made a thousand bands, OnlyFans, you’s a broke ho
‘Bout to fire yo’ ass up, leave me ‘lone, girl
‘Cause your wig upsettin’ all my homegirls
Ain’t got time for no kids, I got my own girl
Bitch, I’m a fool, I’m gon’ tell you nothin’ wrong, girl

[Outro]
Old tired ass ho

Princess Nokia – Gemini Lyrics

Play this song

I am Gemini
Super fly
Fly guy
I am Gemini
Two heads
One eye

I am Gemini
Like Pac
André
Lauren
And Kanye
Boy George
And Anne Frank

I am Gemini
But no, I’m not fake
I am Gryffindor
But don’t move like snake

I am Gemini
People love to call me crazy
But they judging and they hating
And I’m too grown for explaining

I am Gemini
June 14th
And all the famous rappers got a sign like me
And all the famous rappers got a heart like me
But I know that I’m different and they’re not quite me

I’m the horoscope hoe
I’m the planet and moon
I’m the rising ascendant
5th degree to the Moon

I’m the witch of your dreams
I’m the voice in your head
Your husband sent me a DM
And I just left him on read

My planet’s Mercury
My element is air
I’m such a free spirit
That I don’t fucking care

If I got a blunt
I ain’t moving out my chair
You can kiss my derrière
‘Cause it’s shaped like a pear

Little zodiac
Ginger snap
Pretty little shorty with the snap back
Tarot deck
Ankh set
Like to get her feet wet
With Keith Sweat
The freaknik
From Harlem to BX
I clean up like Kleenex

Spinelli, I’m recess
Kickball to the deep end
The public school era
It’s old-school forever
The moon and the tides
Really control the weather
The sun and the moon
Yes, it do go together
A spiritual being
That rides any weather

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Yes, I’m on my own
Tryna find up my home
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Always on my own
Tryna find up a home

Intelligent, adaptable
Agile, communicative
Informative, creative
And everybody hates it
Imagination colorful
And I just entertain it
A poet and a dreamer
I’ma seize the world and take it

Of course, there is the bad
I’m really superficial
I ain’t called you in three months
Still I maintain that I miss you
A Gemini with issues
Social, isolated
I pray that I’ma make it
Or at least that I can fake it

And like a Gemini
I’m really prone to changes
I’m really indecisive
And I really fucking hate it
Picking food or picking clothes
It always makes me anxious
But thank God I’m androgynous
‘Cause boys clothes what I stay in

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Yes, I’m on my own
Tryna find up my home
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Always on my own
Tryna find up a home

Elujay – Mrs. Jackson Lyrics (feat. Rexx Life Raj)

[Chorus: Elujay]
I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold?
Don’t wanna be taxing
Cause you act so cold
You act so cold, why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?

[Verse 1: Elujay]
We gon push it like a four, gee I don’t wanna go
Do a buck fifty, I’m just tryna get you home
She ain’t think a nigga write about her in the song
She gon’ hit a nigga DM when she all alone
She take that percocet and fifth of jack to ease her pain
Your embellishment be telling me about your name
Senorita, probably think that I just run that game
I fantasize about the feeling, sliding in your frame
By far, you the coldest
Cold aesthetic, perfect picture, part it like I’m Moses
I just wanna synchronize the moment and emotion
Hennessey my vice and penny driver in a potion
I be playing a fool girl
Go and tell your nigga that we friends and we cool, girl
I love the way that you do what you do, girl
I got some tendency now get in the mood, yeah

[Chorus: Elujay]
I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold?
Don’t wanna be taxing
Cause you act so cold
You act so cold, why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?

[Verse 2: Rexx Life Raj]
Can a nigga swoop or what?
With the henny just to loosen up
Ride around the town with the music up, getting stupid drunk
But pull it over when we’re .09
I swear the legal limit been the only limit of mine
I’m a little too drunk to take you for dinner and wine
But if that’s what you really want, I guess that’ll be fine
I can, simp for the bud one time
Niggas do whatever for a nut onetime
Laugh, out, mother-f**king loud
We can f**k around as long as we don’t f**k around
I’m kinda down for whatever you are
Just give me the word
At times you just wanna talk, you feel like you don’t be heard
I could be Alicia Keys with the diary
Communication is key, oh the irony
I guess, being the baddest bitch could be tiring
You killing them softly and quietly

JayDaYoungan – Dum (Remix) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: JayDaYoungan]
Any these niggas play games, we slaughter
Pop, pop, pop
This nigga, big 23 shit, bitch, oh
Key Guapo

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too

[Verse 1: JayDaYoungan]
Don’t play, I don’t tolerate ho shit
Still with the same guns that we post with
Southside, nigga, I’m on that 4 shit
They be quick to speak on me, don’t know shit
Still fuck with styrofoam, no, I did not quit
Same niggas I stood on the block with
Don’t fuck with him, he on some opp shit
And he can’t come around if he don’t cop shit
Mopstick, hot shit, pull up and drop shit
My young niggas like to go rob shit
Fuck the police ’cause you know they can’t stop shit
Tell them bitches to get up off my dick
Can’t pick up my line ’cause I’m tryna get money
Bitch, don’t say I been actin’ funny
When you get the bag ‘fore me, didn’t call my number
Like bet, where you at? Yeah, I’m comin’
They know how I’m comin’
Every day, to that check, I be runnin’
Fuck on his bitch, put the dick in her stomach
Give her back, you should go get your woman
Came from the bottom, they know who the dumbest
That young nigga shit, damn, I used to have nothin’
But now shit bad when I pull up in public
Shots in my reef, this stick take a hundred

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Who dat, who dat? Opposition never shoot back
Gucci crew neck, Balenciagas, call me two stacks
And your crew fast, niggas know who to shoot at
Pop two X, and I’m slidin’ ’round with two Gats
One FN be shootin’ like two MACs
A lot of bitch niggas really know who to shoot at
Slide up, war time, put your gas up
And that .45 racks up
Drug head and he half fucks
Same niggas that he call his brothers, his squad
Same niggas gon’ line him up
Hunnid thou’ on these diamonds
Fucked his bitch, she was none months
Let a nigga come touch mine
Then he know his time up
Yeah, we gon’ do what we want to
Smoke on the app and the front
Put a hunnid bands on his head, then he gotta move smart
One false move, then he’s dead
Opp hoes all in my DM, act like I don’t see ’em
Ho tryna give me head
A lotta niggas actin’ like they was just gang gang, shit
And they wanna see us dead

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too

[Outro: JayDaYoungan]
I’m dumb too
Ayy, ayy
I’m dumb too
Ooh

Chris Brown – Problem with You Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
D.A. got that dope

[Verse 1]
Friday, Saturday, Sunday night
Only girls in the crib if they ’bout that life (Yeah)
Twenty-twenty-five, is the usual
And I’m a young nigga with ’em, livin’ my best life (Oh)
Phone ring, I don’t really think about it (No)
It’s too late to talk about it
If you ain’t tryna get dicked down
That’s fine but

[Chorus]
My only problem with you is
You call me late and never come over
Why you gotta cap?
It’s 3:30
And I’m horny and thirsty
So why-y-y-y
Why you be hittin’ my line up?
Please don’t waste my time (Time)
You’re too damn fine for me not to pick up

[Verse 2]
Two missed calls from a bad bitch
Slide in the DM, I’ma smash it (Yeah)
4 AM, why you playin’ catfish?
You know you ain’t gon’ drive
You’re playin’ with my mind again
A nigga tryna get some head
New gifts from you in my bed
Thinkin’ what I’m ’bout to do with your legs
But I know you ain’t comin’ so my

[Chorus]
My only problem with you is (Only problem is)
You call me late and never come over
Why you gotta cap? (Oh-whoa)
It’s 3:30 (Oh-whoa)
And I’m horny and thirsty
So why-y-y-y
Why you be hittin’ my line up?
Please don’t waste my time (My time)
You’re too damn fine for me not to pick up

[Verse 3]
Don’t know why you play with me
You can really get e-everything
Head to toe, I’ma lick you up and down
Have you ever tried the sex swing? (Ooh)
Next best thing
Don’t text me
If you ain’t talkin’ sex, I won’t listen (Ooh)
I’m too fade, too faded
And you’re playing now

[Chorus]
My only problem with you is (Oh)
You call me late and never come over (Ooh, baby)
Why you gotta cap?
It’s 3:30 (30)
And I’m horny (Horny) and thirsty (Ooh)
So why-y-y-y (Why?)
Why you be hittin’ my line up? (Oh)
Please don’t waste my time (My time)
And you’re too damn fine for me not to pick up

Dreamville – Sleep Deprived Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ayy
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Yeah
Hey, hey
Uh

[Verse 1: Lute]
I met this girl the other day that wanna know my story
She said since the world against me, she all for me
I told her God must’ve overheard my hopeful wish
And crazy how I never would’ve thought to be in this position
‘Cause see hip-hop saved my life is such a cliché quote
But before I grabbed the mic, I was the poster-child of broke, uh
Signed my first deal off the realest shit I wrote
I told my city I’m the closest thing to hope
Used to be barely above water, now I float
Same bitches in my DM’s used to take me for a joke
Niggas talk crow, shit behind my back and then call me bro
Like bro, you gotta match one before you blow
I always leave the message on seen ’cause I don’t smoke
When really I don’t fuck with half these niggas on the low
And that’s just how it go
She go, “Damn, nigga, that’s deep,” I know, tell me about it
My life be full of stress, fake niggas, and sleep deprivin’ like uh

[Verse 2: Mez]
Dreams, all my shit been colossal though
Used to be honor roll, now it’s foreign whips I’m riding on
Now everything I flow hot as fuck, I mean poblano though
Me and Lute ’posed to been did this shit, it’s perfect timing though
Remember us being younger, talking about gettin’ signed to Cole?
I was so hot-headed then, I’m a lot calmer though
Tryna buy me a brick house when I get comma though
Money gon’ help with a lot of things but not the trauma though
Had so many adventure times, we used to run from the jakes
To make it for Southside, we do whatever it takes
It was apartheid when my barber parted my fade
‘Cause now I’m pulled left and right by Keshia and Adrinae
All this shit gets so deep, man, I’m hoping y’all dive in
I don’t fuck with surviving, I’m only thinkin’ ’bout thriving
But you way too afraid, yeah, I know what your vibe is
Always worried ’bout me, that shit must be sleep depriving

[Interlude]
That shit must be sleep depriving

[Chorus: DaVionne]
I ain’t never had nothin’, yeah, I had to work for it
Prayed to God every day, even went to church for it
Built from the ground up, played in the dirt for it
God told me it would work out, I took his word for it
We all come from a very different path
Look at what we been through, look at where we at
Got ’em losing sleep worried ’bout what we on
Said I wouldn’t make it but I always prove wrong, yeah

[Interlude]
Yeah

[Verse 3: Omen]
Turn into a big deal, but way realer than Black Friday
They let a visionary vibrate
Hoppin’ through the Tri-State
I got this bird box simply off a blind date
Now I’m in a tryin’ state
Turn into a horror story
Broke my heart to the point I had to find tape
Spraying Lysol, sage, just to wipe her away like eternal sunshine
Pulled up in a drop spot like some summer times
Seen you with some other guy, long story, summarize
Writing on the wall, got your message under mine
I been gettin’ high, summer crime, ever since
Wonder why ill intent was inside of your skin, damn
Dookey braids, droopy eyes, it was groupie love
Hurt feelings, no cap like bougie clubs
Sat alone deep in silence
Thinkin’ ’bout you gettin’ sleep deprivin’, yeah

[Chorus: DaVionne]
I ain’t never had nothin’, yeah, I had to work for it
Prayed to God every day, even went to church for it
Built from the ground up, played in the dirt for it
God told me it would work out, I took his word for it
We all come from a very different path
Look at what we been through, look at where we at
Got ’em losing sleep worried ’bout what we on
Said I wouldn’t make it but I always prove wrong, yeah

Lil Mosey – Space Coupe Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ooh, oh (My DM, my DM)
They said all I want is this so can I see them?
Ooh, ooh, I’m gone, I’m on
Damn, we on, fuck it, you come on
I’m gone, I’m on
Damn, we on, fuck it, you come on
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!

[Chorus: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
They said all I want is this so can I see them?
Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
I want everything around me every weekend
She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

[Verse 1: Matt OX]
Big diamond rocks on my chain, watch it blink too (Watch it blink too)
I’ll make it sing just like oooh (just like oooh)
Just see the jewelry then my main two
Yeah they cool but I might just leave my whole room
‘Cause I realized what the chains do (what the chains do)
And I realized what that bank do (what that bank do)
Then I realized what the fakes do (what the fakes do)
I can’t give you one song ’cause I know you will take two

[Chorus: Lil Mosey]
I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
They said all I want is this, so can I see them?
Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
I want everything around me every weekend
She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I woke up, a hundred bands this morning (bands)
I just fucked your bitch, that’s a morning (lil’ bitch)
Shoot a nigga down, yeah (boom boom)
Know we scorin’
That’s that nigga (gang)
That we pourin’
Oooh I’m gone, I’m on
Damn we on (damn), fuck it you come on
Shoot you, then we gone (boom boom)
We get it on
Diamonds flashin’, yeah
Patek, got it on (patek)

[Chorus: Lil Mosey]
I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
They said all I want is this so can I see them?
Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
I want everything around me every weekend
She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

Lil Durk – Don’t Talk To Me (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah
Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Seven hundred for the Vetements, I’m a boss, not a gentleman
All my hoes intelligent, can’t set me up, Tori Brixx
I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks
Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish
Look at my world, let’s get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it
While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin’ spree, I overdo it, yeah
Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang), sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
I don’t talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang), I’m with niggas that stick talk (Brrah)
Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel
Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibe’ll kill you

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t get enough of it (Can’t get enough of it), I shootout in public (I shootout in public)
My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly), my chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery)
I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed
She want methamphetamines (Yeah), hope you don’t never leave (Hope you don’t never leave)
I’m movin’ like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean), a leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah)
D&G but I’ve been a king (I’ve been a king), family, you can’t get between (You can’t get between)
Don’t you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin’ by any means (By any means)
Elliot got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean), got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring)
I married the presidents (The presidents), I ain’t leavin’ no evidence (No evidence)
Slimy life, I’m not scared of shit (Nah), fuck her face. let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick)
Can’t deny, that’s just what it is (Yeah), I’ma take care my brother’s kids (My brother’s kids)
Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah), we done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal
Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I’m pissed off
Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her
I just been runnin’ the dough up, early the money, no hold up
Codeine my cup, ain’t no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier
I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin’ the rock up
He say he gon’ pull up, he don’t want no drama, mobbin’ with them shooters
Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place
Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK
Should’ve never been around here in the first place
These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay
I’m on top right now, gettin’ top from a thot, can’t talk right now

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, bitches on bitches
Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music!
You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you

Juice WRLD – London Tipton Lyrics

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Damn hoe, damn hoe
You ain’t no fair
Fast life, fast life, no slow here
Got a Columbian plug, she a coke head
Told her come and ride dick like Moped
Take off, then she take her shirt off
Start the car, then skrt off
Then she take her skirt off
I love poppin’ pills, mix it with the Smirnoff
Told me when I get too high and throw up, that’s a turn off
Light my demons on fire and pray to god they burn off
I ain’t birdman baby, but I’m still Stunna
Drip or Drown with the sauce, like my name Gunna
I like percocets way more than Marijuanna

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

[Verse: Doobie Dalil]
Get it how you live then, fuck my enemies
I just put a pyramid, in my Hennessey
I’m in the streets, and if she got an ass I’m prolly in her cheeks
She like “I gave Doobie some pussy, he don’t remember me” I never do
Slidin’ in my DM, who the hell is you
Vibin in this bitch, I’m smokin stank and eatin’ edibles
Fuck it if it do not benefit, or bring us revenue
50 on my glizzy, one up top how I prepare to shoot
Gang bitch, run off on the plug, it’s the gang shit
It’s like I don’t even wipe my ass, how I stain shit
Fuck her rough, choke her while I slam it like I’m camb, bitch
And I swear I don’t [?] my dick inside the same bitch

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

T-Pain – Boo’d Up (T-Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain]
This shit been overdue
I’m still not over you, oh
This shit been overdue
It’s a T-Mix, baby

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
They be like, “How many songs can you make about a booty?”
Like a thousand, ooh girl, you gon’ learn today, come get this poundin’
I’m not finished, I’ma hit it in the shower
So get that thang tooted, booted, ready to get into it
I’m out here, babe
You fuck with lame-o’s (you fuck with lame-o’s)
They just copy me (they copy), they work at Kinko’s (they work at Kinko’s)
Tell your big friend come give me them cankles (gimme the booty)
Tell her her eyes and her legs gon’ be in back of her head
Now, I can’t even imagine what your DM look like (woo, ooh)
I see the future, you what my BM look like (huh, ooh)
Say you got a man, that don’t even look right
But I know you be creepin’, girl, I see you tonight (yeah)
Just give me 30 minutes, baby, I’ll be on the way (I’m on the way)
To keep that pussy on display (yeah)
You think I’m gettin’ boo’d up, baby, oh no, not today (not today)
I’m ’bout to bust it out the frame (woah)
Dick dancin’ everywhere, I do the Balls Johnson (yeah)
Dick you down, take you ’round, got you mall hoppin’ (yeah)
You been ballin’, baby, this ain’t even called shoppin’ (yeah)
Money get you wet, diamonds get your drawers droppin’

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
Ooh, boo, boo
You remind me of my ’62, I see them subwoofers jumpin’
Between them thighs like shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (BlocBoy)
Shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (yeah)
Ooh
Wouldn’t mind gettin’ all up in you
Girl, I’m ’bout to have you runnin’
I ain’t speakin’ nothin’ but the truth
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: T-Pain]
I like the way you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom toot up
I like the way you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom
I just wanna see you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom toot up
Make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom, I just wanna see you

[Verse 2: Ella Mai]
Yeah, feelings, so deep in my feelings
No, this ain’t really like me
Can’t control my anxiety
Feeling, like I’m touching the ceiling
When I’m with you I can’t breathe
Boy you do something to me

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
Oh how, how many ways can I say that I need you, baby, it’s true
I think I might die without you
Feeling all over my body
You know how I like it
Ain’t gotta tell you what to do, yeah yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Verse 4: Ella Mai]
Head over heels in love
Right in front of you, ain’t gotta look no more baby (hah)
I wanna build this love
And everything you want, you ain’t gotta ask for
You got me boo’d up, boo’d up
Boo’d up, boo’d up
Told you from the jump I’m the one to choose
Ya got me boo’d up, boo’d up
Boo’d up, boo’d up
Grab me by the waist baby, pull me closer

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Outro: Ella Mai]
This is such a crazy feeling, like
I don’t want to get too attached, but
I feel like I already am
My mind’s telling me one thing, but
I guess I should listen to my heart
Right?

Wiz Khalifa – Gin & Drugs Lyrics

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Only on Gin and them drugs, I walked in, in the club
About three of them, dawg I’m not kiddin’
When I tell you if you came with your bitch
Then it’s the end of my car, push-start the engine
Let’s start from the beginning
With a young nigga from the ‘Burgh
Smokin’ weed, gettin’ money, fuck what you heard
Know they hate ’cause I’m flyer than I ever been
High off a medicine
Bitch bad, her ass fat, I’ll probably let her in
Ball so fuckin’ hard I need a letterman
Know a couple niggas that I’m better than
Pussy, I don’t sweat it or the money ’cause I get it
Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it
Fuck this nigga bitch, grab my shit, then I jetted

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got!

[Verse 2: Problem]
Baby it’s fuck day, who wanna bang?
Even though I had some, right ‘fore I came
It’s lit though!
Girl you ain’t fuckin’ what you here for?
Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready
Wiz brought another jar with him
Gin and drugs got me feelin’ like a car hit him
‘Round 6 a.m once I hit my DM
Didn’t have a rubber so she got to feel this skin
Money stacks stack high, bruh this don’t bend
What’s up with your friend? Biatch!
Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah
Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him
Married to the money, let the rice hit him

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got!

Marc E. Bassy – HALL OF FAME Lyrics

[Chorus]
Mama said “Every day is like this”
Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
But you come making it twist
Just so they know I got a grip
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
Baby I got me a list
Got some DM’s, right on that hit
Try on the coat, doing [?]
We in the lab, making these hits
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
And I stay right outside of the game
And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Yeah, first bat in like 23
I might have to get off with me
Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

[Bridge]
That last for ever
But what about right now
Girl you’re my treasure
Let me show you how

[Verse 1]
I got six figures, [?] wit you
Get seven figures, [?]
You old dude, that’s a midget wit you
But you always let me hit it denture
Yeah you never turn me down
Yeah I gotta give you the crown, oh-yeah
Them other girls, I couldn’t feel
Nothing, I was cold inside
You a first person golden eye
You the last one, up on the [?]
I’m charged up, I’m in overdrive
But this love song I just [heard it right?]
Thought I never would say this

[Chorus]
Mama said “Every day is like this”
Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
But you come making it twist
Just so they know I got a grip
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
Baby I got me a list
Got some DM’s, right on that hit
Try on the coat, doing [?]
We in the lab, making these hits
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
And I stay right outside of the game
And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Yeah, first bat in like 23
I might have to get off with me
Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

Lil Baby – Bank lyrics

(feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro]
Run that back Turbo

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Soon as I get my money I’m gon blow it
Fuck that, I’ma take mine and put it up
I got some foreign baddies in my DM they hitting me up
They trying to get on the plane today and come hit me up
She had the finest brain that I ever had
I gave her everything that I never had
I’m going next level on some more shit
These niggas dead broke on some hoe shit
Running that money up til I get tired
He said I wouldn’t make it he lied
He calling me out [?]
I’m doing that shit for the guys
She looked at my side like ‘Who is that guy?’
That’s my lil brother G5
They call him Stephen, I call him Curry
That nigga shoot out your eye

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Residue on me I’m fresh out the trap (bando)
I got a dose on my lap
I keep the ratchet like [?]
Hundred round shots in the strap
I’m on their face like a slap
You think you know me you jap (lingo)
I hit your bitch she was wide open
I’m in her stomach like cramps
(Yeah, what’d you do? How’d you do it?)
Soon as I got my money I ran through it
(I fucked up some commas)
I couldn’t believe I said something, I thought I blew it
(I thought it was all gone)
I just downed a whole pint, I’m under the influence
Then I popped an Adderall to give me endurance
I’m up I cannot get tired, your bitch on molly she wired
[?] with Moneybagg Myers
Plenty chains, clang clang, 50k plain Jane
Go get some money quit saying you can’t
They thought I was born in the vault of the bank

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

Comethazine – DEMI lyrics

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingy

[Verse: Comethazine]
Take off your top, take off your socks
I know you not a slut bitch I know you not a thot
Bitch I like that
Let me hit it from the back
Let me take off my pants
Let me put away my strauss
Bitch don’t be scared cuz you know I got your back
Let me take you out, let’s go buy a house
Let’s go fuck some bands up
Blow a hunnid thousand
Yes bitch I’m rich, I know you rich too
I don’t give a fuck about your man he a duff
Baby lets duck off
Lets go smoke some buff
Lets go hit the stu
I know you like to sing
You gon be my bitch if I buy your access ring
Check your DM hoe, why the fuck you playin
I hit you everyday, but your ass ain’t seeing
But your ass will and when you do it sober
Imma get your fucking name tatted on my shoulder
I just signed a deal
My wrist got colder
I just wanna fuck Demi Lovato when I’m older

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingyI just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingy

Sammie – Expiration Date

[Guitar] Xeryus
[Verse 1]
Girl, you’re so far gone, I know you meant it
You cut all your hair off, yeah these days you’re lookin’ different
You switched up your number ’cause I had to use the DM
I was dialin’ the old one from AM, noon, to PM, shit
So your mama know we broke up
I see you blocked me, baby, grow up
Don’t shut me out, baby girl, hold up
I know that you heard all this before
I never thought I’d see the day when you ignore me

[Pre-Chorus]
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
She finds the strength to up and leave
And she wakes up and finally sees
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy

[Chorus]
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah
You’ve reached your expiration date

[Verse 2]
Let me guess, I bet you’re all in your group text
Textin’ your girls how I’m a dog now
And I bet they’re goin’ in
You keep on listenin’ to your friends
Although they’re single and they’re played out
You’re prolly goin’ out tonight
You’re prolly gettin’ dressed up right now
You’re prolly gettin’ drunk tonight
You’re plottin’ how you’re gon’ get me back somehow
Oh, baby, I know
How tables turn, yeah, I know
You live and learn, yeah, I know
I know

[Pre-Chorus]
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
She finds the strength to up and leave
And she wakes up and finally sees
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy

[Chorus]
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah
You’ve reached your expiration date
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh, oh
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh
I’m sorry

Kash Doll – Serious (feat. Natasha Mosely)

Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?

You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some (…..), Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

I’m a bad b*tch, I’m serious
You got that swag so I’m serious
I got that bank roll, I’m serious
It’s getting physical, I’m serious
Oh yeah, for real, for real
For real, for real
I’m serious, uh-huh

You want me to take you serious?
Gotta show me something
Ain’t no used to fronting
This a million you’s, tryna be the only one
And I’m just here stunting
Styling, Gucci slides on the island
Diamonds on my medallion
Shoes is Itallian, bag Coco Chanel
Bundles of ‘ported foreign, and I ain’t get ’em on sale
Aha, wrist got me flexing, when I talk on my cell
You don’t wanna swipe me? Oh well
Know somebody who will
That’s real, I don’t love ’em, I don’t trust ’em
If he ain’t got hustle, don’t f*ck him
That’s gang, he a sucker

DM’s full of body’s like the nudes I sent
Snapchat me the filter, for every mood I’m in
It shouldn’t be news when I win
That ain’t nothing new
They see how I did the coupe
Dip low, when I slide through
They see how I did the boot
Dip low when I ride to
So if I call him boo
Just know he the f*cking truth
That’s real

I’m serious like a heart attack
Boy you know I got that water wet
I told him boy don’t play
Diamond rings, private jets
Yeah, daddy I want all of that
For me to take you serious
Them diamonds ain’t real
Them diamonds ain’t real
You want me to take you serious
You and I
You want me to take you serious
But you ain’t trying

Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some (…..), Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

Kash Doll – Serious Lyrics

[Hook]
Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
I’m a bad bitch, I’m serious
You got that swag so I’m serious
I got that bank roll, I’m serious
It’s getting physical, I’m serious
Oh yeah, for real, for real
For real, for real
I’m serious, uh-huh

[Verse 2]
You want me to take you serious?
Gotta show me something
Ain’t no used to fronting
This a million you’s, tryna be the only one
And I’m just here stunting
Styling, Gucci slides on the island
Diamonds on my medallion
Shoes is Itallian, bag Coco Chanel
Bundles of ‘ported foreign, and I ain’t get ’em on sale
Aha, wrist got me flexing, when I talk on my cell
You don’t wanna swipe me? Oh well
Know somebody who will
That’s real, I don’t love ’em, I don’t trust ’em
If he ain’t got hustle, don’t fuck him
That’s gang, he a sucker
DM’s full of body’s like the nudes I sent
Snapchat me the filter, for every mood I’m in
It shouldn’t be news when I win
That ain’t nothing new
They see how I did the coupe
Dip low, when I slide through
They see how I did the roof
Dip low when I ride to
So if I call him boo
Just know he the fucking truth
That’s real

[Bridge]
I’m serious like a heart attack
Boy you know I got that water wet
I told him boy don’t play
Diamond rings, private jets
Yeah, daddy I want all of that
For me to take you serious
Them diamonds ain’t real
Them diamonds ain’t real
You want me to take you serious
You and I
You want me to take you serious
But you ain’t trying

[Hook]
Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

AKA – Star-Sign Lyrics

[Hook: AKA]
I’ve been winning for a long time
I think it’s written in my starsign
Sauce, so fire
Wish you can see it with your own eyes
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 1: AKA]
Finally made it to the big time
Came a long way from the underground
Tryna figure out
How to keep my feelings inside
While I’m looking out, I don’t fuck around
I been getting so much money niggas probably think I’m signed to Mabala now
Summer after summer, if you never done it
You gon have to shut your fuckin mouth
I’m a god now
Let the Lamborghini doors down
Check the scoreboard now
All my niggas wanna know how to score most sound
Fuck this material shit
Don’t give a fuck what your vehicle is
If you can’t move crowds
How many eras?
How many times I invented a whole new style
I remember niggas used to give up on their dreams to go do house
Now I look around everybody got a 22 carat gold tooth smile
I don’t even want the credit I just wanna be remembered
If a young nigga comes and ask saying
“Mega you old school now, but how you still so relevant
In an era where niggas sounds so American”
No pride in their own heritage
Whole vibes so negative
Ain’t nobody gonna remember them
Dose of your own medicine
House rent on the outfit, that’s credit
All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit
Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas
Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics
Fuck em let’s get it

[Hook: AKA]
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 2: AKA]
All of my niggas is litty
All of my bitches is pretty
Golden child of my city
Hundred cows for the wedding
Overseas like Benny
Kicking ass like Kenny
Cheddar cheese that’s dairy
[?]
Fan love racked up
Met plugs at the embassy
Don’t shit where you sleep
Don’t eat with your enemy
Mask on, mask off
I keep looking through your energy
Man up, act tough
Why you niggas so sensitive…
Slide in the DM with vaseline
All of my niggas smoke gasoline
I’m busy living my fantasy
I ain’t fucking with you backpack to the city rap activities
Jam packed itinerary
I ain’t looking back like I’m driving meter cab or a black limousine
Rack city rack rack city bitch
Wack niggas catch guillotines
Can’t match my ability, is you feeling me?
Yeah we on top of the pyramid
Niggas smoking that cheap shit
Still sipping on Benylin
All my niggas rock vetements
Y’all need to finish your weet-bix
Time to reup on your vitamins
I got [2 Mandela pieces] pieces
That’s what I call born free shit
Used to beat box now Reebok
Throw me on some Bruce Lee shit 170 grand t-shirt
That Givenchy shit
No Dominos pizza

[Hook: AKA]
I’ve been winning for a long time
I think it’s written in my starsign
Sauce, so fire
Wish you can see it with your own eyes
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 3: Stogie T]
Supa Mega had to promise me
Don’t forget about your honesty
You gon alway run like an allergy
When a nigga ego match his [?]
Me and D share a legacy
Of bad grammar and a booking fee
Both grandmas were bad mannered
But they had character they [?]
Different clothes see the two piece
Stogie big enough for two me’s
You think it’s ox skin, think I lost it
Written off like I couldn’t free it
How ironic so much Gucci but no material or music
I’m iconic, I on public I say your name you wouldn’t do shit
Different nigga no comparing
Used to living off your parents
Goofy lyrics on the [?]
They took the Mickey I don’t care
My children in Disneyland, Paris
It’s the sauce, it’s the antidote
Got me traveling through [?]
Steps in Lusaka I’m abroad can’t get Mufasa by antelopes (no)

[Hook: AKA]
House rent on the outfit, that’s credit
All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit
Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas
Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics
Fuck em let’s get it

Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the liquor fruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

Future Gets Exposed By Woman After Sliding In Her DM

Future gets exposed by a female who claimed that he has been slipping in her DM.

From time to time celebrity rappers and ball players get exposed by the ladies that they send direct messages to on social media. One thot decided to put Future business out there when she posted a video of herself showing her followers that the Freebandz rapper slipped in her DM and even show some messages that she claimed that he sent to her.

While she didn’t reveal what Future specifically stated, you can see her in the video below showing her phone to her friend who was videoing the entire conversation before posting it online. This will sure remind these rappers to think twice when they decide to slide in a random thot DM. Future hasn’t been active on Instagram for months after deleting his entire catalog of photos. But he has surely been very active in the DMs.

In related Feebandz news, Future and Zaytoven new mixtape Beast Mode 2 could arrive as early as this week. The producer drops a few hints about the second installment in the mixtape series when he posted a pic of the two of them on IG this week and left a trail of comments on his timeline hinting BM2 is on the way.

?Interesting… #Future was supposedly in her DMs ? #TeaTENDERS

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Konshens Looking For Talented Deejay On Instagram

Konshens is looking for some new talent to join his team.

If you are a young upcoming disc jockey, Konshens is looking for somebody like you to join his team full time. The dancehall deejay posted a notice on Instagram asking for DJs to submit their resume. But be before submitting your application, here is a list of some of the requirements.

“Professional DJ needed. Must be energetic and quick. Technologically and technically sound. Must be able to operate and troubleshoot most if not all professional DJ equipment software and hardware. Must have extensive knowledge of music globally. Must be show ready, creative, quick on your feet and able to function under pressure. Must be able to command all audience. Music be travel ready, no criminal record or deportation from any country.”

Shortly after posting the job notice, Konshens says his DM exploded. “Young music nerds link up now. #konshens. PS. sorry. Must reside in the west!! JA/Caribbean/USA/Can. DM explode a while ago lol. Sorry,” he wrote.

Young music nerds link up now. #konshens. PS. sorry. Must reside in the west!! JA/Caribbean/USA/Can. DM explode a while ago lol. Sorry.

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