Wale – Shine Season Lyrics

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Part I

[Intro: Wale & Sam Sneak]
Oh my God, Oh my God again
Shine season
Y’all niggas still in the bleachers
Mula
Good looking, yeah
Money
Yea boy

M-M-M-Maybach Music

[Verse 1]
In and out of town [?] us
Skin brown so the cops busting
Cockroaches ain’t got to love me
Top charts since dropping lotus
Drop top the car show it
Drop top your bra showing
Tammy Lahren I ain’t ready for you
All the Becky’s want a uncle Tom Sawyer
Race draft first pick
John Lennon for Don Lemon
Omarosa for a palm tree
Your lil’ son see we both shady niggas
DC crazy nigga
Woop woop
PG crazy nigga
Woop woop
We see 12 pull up
Woop woop
Feet don’t fail me nigga
I got the moves like Sean tonight
I got the juice like soccer wives
I ain’t romantic but I got a Wraith
So take the p*ssy under stars tonight
If it’s on then it’s on for life
If it’s squad then it’s squad for life
If it’s a foreign in your neighborhood and you see a Ghost say Folarin in it right
That petty humor makes your bitch choose
House wives call me home improvement
I say your name they say mani-pedi, they don’t even got a toe or nail improvement
Hottest out what I got to do to show you stupid putos who the hottest doing
What they trying to do but they as not as fluent
Shine season give me number 2
Money where is number number 2
I just did a f*cking number 2
Money where is number number 2
I just did a f*cking number 2
Shine season and it’s my season heard that Cool and Dre is in the other room
Keep going

Part II
[Beat Switch]

[Bridge: Sam Sneak]
Oh shit this the part where the shit goes left right

Or do it go right
Or no we go up
Whatever
Talk to them

Maybach Music

[Chorus]
Woosaa woosaa
I been working too hard, too hard
Woosaa woosaa
I been grinding too hard, my god
Draco draco draco draco all you niggas fake though
You, you
Draco draco draco draco all you niggas fake though
Said woosaa woosaa
I been working too hard too hard
Woosaa woosaa
I been grinding too hard, my god

[Verse 2]
Draco draco draco draco, dress your favorite in that halo
Hitters, they from Haiti don’t you make me sak pase so
Maybe I am crazy cause I’m wavy out my way though
Give a bitch a baby way before she get the Seiko
Draco draco draco have you ever seen a draco?
You ever had a sweeper when you squeeze it make you shake up?
Faking faking faking faking, all you niggas fronting
How you taking Xannys trying to operate a weapon?
What the f*ck is up?
Niggas looking real sus
Ask him where’s his passport he rap about the plug enough
I ain’t trapping I just know what’s up
Label me that pro black backpacker that bitches love
All I see is hoe ass rap niggas in every the club
All I see is the Instagram pictures that’s tricking us
All I need is all my black niggas to live it up
Cause North Korea might go bat shit, f*ck you little guns

[Chorus]
Woosaa woosaa
I been workin’ too hard, too hard, yeah
Woosaa woosaa
I been grindin’ too hard, my god
Draco draco draco draco all you niggas fake though
You, you, you
Draco draco draco draco all you niggas fake though
Said woosaa woosaa
I been workin’ too hard, too hard, yeah
Woosaa woosaa
I been grindin’ too hard, my god

Laidback Gemini – Top Of My Coupe Lyrics

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(Verse)
Healthy  livin sexy women I envision my pimpin
Nothin  but queens on the scene only concerned with winnin
She in her bag no time to brag we both sharing a vision
She’s so neat hands and feet I applied my attention
I  tend to get in my feelings I gotta know your intention
No  I won’t fall for potential loyalty now is essential
Two door coupe that I swooped yea outta my Big Bro
Still  point A and B I tell you right now my method is lethal
Make no mistake with me it’s peace you’ll follow
This little light of mine is bright as a halo
And I stay high but I lay low
Not  in the mix I don’t mingle
While you move fast Imma move slow
Still pass right by you you won’t know
I am a disciplined man a soul with a godly command
Execute handle the plan I gracefully advance
I’ll go to Haiti with family no care in the world with my feet in the sand
All that I know you do good and the blessings will come man they go hand to hand

23 Space Jam give me the ball I ain’t playin
Game 7 for the win hangtime let it in
Still I rise let me ride perfect timing well arrived
Small circle family ties it’s now or never time flies
I keep it real and i’m chill imma let the rest tell lies
In the cut so subtle waitin patient til I get the prize
No no surprise that’s just how it’s gon be
It ain’t hard to see I got it down to a T
Super composed i’m on a roll attainin the highest degree
Real mastery fake it to make it not me
Authentic as real as you see
I live by my word actually
Send me a fire best it’s go time no retreat
This ain’t nothin but facts one rolled to relax
Volume up to the max while I spit these raps
Laidback no cap whether trap boom bap
Send me all the packs and imma lace these tracks
What’s happenin what it do word is bond it is true
Listen to all of my jewels
As I sit at the Top of my Coupe

Young Thug – The Promise Lyrics

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[Intro: Sample]
I hear the cry of an angel
I hear the scream of a man
I hear the cry of an angel
I hear the scream of a man who will stand strong
We got London On Da Track

[Verse 1]
Uh, I got London on the Track, baby
He might go jail for serving this crack, baby
Rich the Kid, we in the trap, baby
But he might be lucky ’cause he’ll serve all of these rappers, baby (Ah)
I’m sitting up high, I’m in the nose bleed (Ayy)
I got extendo under my extendo tee
Momma, I’m not gon’ let these niggas murk me
I’ll be damned if these Bloods let him hurt me
I think I see some blood, my baby hurt me
I swear to God I’m Herby Curby working
Lil mama super wet, I call her squirty
Like skeet skeet
That pussy retarded, I, I go the hardest, I
I, I, I nutted inside with the carbon, why
Why, why would you do this to me?
It hurts if it don’t seems
I’ma, I’ma block it out just by counting these knots
I’m just kidding, I think not
I’ma hold this weight down, even though it’s a lot
And I’ma take off on your nigga, no astronaut
And I’m the motherfucking man, I’m not no boy
And I got a playroom if you wanna see some toys
And I got extendo, look like I got two rods
And I got a 6 Plus, look like an iPod

[Bridge]
My kids go by uh, Jacob, Kyvion, Haiti, Hayden, Amir, Maury
And I swear to God I ain’t sorry, bitch
I got a maid that’ll watch ’em in the dark
And I got some sisters that’ll watch ’em like a guardian
Plus I got some elders that’ll watch ’em like a guard
It don’t matter if I leave, I know my bro gon’ do my part

[Verse 2]
Hey, hey, bitch come stumbling in my car
I’ll just terminate him, then I’ll leave him with a scar
I can’t be no hater, bitches gambling when in Vegas
I’d be bustin’ tomatoes if I was ever gated
Bitch, I know the business, I been nominated lately
I bust in her face, so yeah, she know that’s not my baby
Hey, I’ma cook them cakes no Easy Baker
We got something to get so we need that tow truck stable
Hey, bitches see these floors and get hot
Yes, I’m living it up, my bed in the sky
Yes, I heard you’re the king of the rock
But when I hit it like a hit stick I make it shock, yeah
Flip flop paint going down the street
Minks all on my floor, now that bitch look just like a sheep
Help me find love, help me find love, Stevie, I can’t see
I’m a snake, you know my tail stinging, plus I’m a Bee
I might turn you up if you get right, no Mama Dee
Yeah, no Mama Dee, but
I’m spitting so hard I might just lose my teeth (Woah)
Tree top, trill lil leaf (Hah)
Baby bought the Gerby
Feed her lobster, Kirby
I don’t trust you, no worry
Oops, I meant worthy
I know it’s kinda hard to get the
Words I’m saying, I’m steady praying, amen
Please forgive me for my sins, please twin
I don’t wanna be departed from you, you me and
You know I’m you
Hundred miles an hour, you control the coupe
Thank you for giving me these golds, no flute
Please make ’em understand that I ain’t no fruit
Please make ’em understand I only fuck coochie
Please forgive me for my sins
Please, please, please forgive me
All I wanna do is win
I don’t write so I don’t want the pen
I promise I’m in love with my kids
I’m thankful for everything I get
Lord knows that I take care of my kin
I promise I hope it never ends

[Outro: Sample]
I hear the cry of an angel
I hear the scream of a man

Young Thug – I’ma Throw These Ones Lyrics

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Play this song

[Intro]
Thugger!
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Thugger)
Yeah, yeah
Thugger (Let’s get it)

[Chorus]
I’ma pull up fresh like some saran on this bitch (And)
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Yeah)
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Woo)
And I hope you hearin’ what I’m sayin’ on a bitch (Yeah)
Fuck her when I’m sleepin’ like a xan on a dick (Ah)
Nigga legendary, yes, I can make you lit (Ah)
Geeked up out my mind and I’ma spazz on a bitch (Facts)
Fuck her hard like a savage (Yee)
I just dropped some bands on my mothafuckin’ bitch (Woo)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yee, woo)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeehee), hey (Woo)
I’ma throw these ones if you can make it spli-i-i-it (Yee, woo)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey (Thugger, Thugger, baby)

[Verse 1]
I’ll toss your salad, yeah, yeah, yeah (Swear to God)
I’ma pull up cleaner than Bel Air (Skrrt)
I’ma pull up when she mad at yo’ ass just to make her stare (Woah)
Umm, pull up with a brown Louis bag with them racks in (Racks, ah)
Boy, you know I got some racks in there
And I done got rich, so they taxin’ there (Ah)
I’m a Haiti baby, I got nappy hair (Woo)
I done showed her mad love, so she happy now (Yeah, yeah)
And I’m for you, baby, you can bail (I’m so fresh)
Can’t be disloyal ’cause yo’ crew in there (Hey)
I used to pull up and just shoot in there (Now what?)
Now I pull up and I sue in there (Sue ’em)
Fuck a California ‘Rari
I just gave her 150 for the Dually now (Hee)
Oh, baby, I’m so sorry
Got a nigga main bitch [?] now
Drink Ac’, smoke hella weed
Put your hands in the air if you get hella cheese
Fettuccine, baby, fettuccine (Nigga)
Got a lot of Ms like I’m Mickey D’s

[Chorus]
I’ma pull up fresh like some saran on this bitch
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Yeah)
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Yeah)
And I hope you hearin’ what I’m sayin’ on a bitch
Fuck her when I’m sleepin’ like a xan on a dick
Nigga legendary, yes, I can make you lit
Geeked up out my mind and I’ma spazz on a bitch
Fuck her hard like a savage
I just dropped some bands on my mothafuckin’ bitch
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah), hey (Yeah)
I’ma throw these ones if you can make it spli-i-i-it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 2]
(Yeah) I’m gettin’ high like
(Yeah) I’m flyin’ by like
(Yeah) And goodnight, bae
(Yeah, yeah) Don’t cry, bae
(Yeah) Shoot or die, bae
(Yeah) Shoot or die, bae (Woo)
(Yeah, yeah) [?] grey hair, I used some dye, bae
I’m just listenin’ to my high note
I’m gettin’ high on a high boat (Woah)
Put that dick in yo’ hot throat (Thugger)
‘Til you choke, oh
Don’t tease
New hunnids, blue cheese
Try me, nigga, please
Smoke yo’ ass like some seaweed (Brrrrt)
Nigga, class like a tie and I’ma shoot it all night, everybody in my eye, yeah
Niggas bitches screamin’ “Hi” every time I’m ridin’ by like a heaven in disguise, yeah
Boy, you gotta multiply, you can never divide, I
Owe some bitches in my ties
Which one I want, I can’t decide

[Chorus]
I’ma pull up fresh like some saran on this bitch
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch
And I hope you hearin’ what I’m sayin’ on a bitch
Fuck her when I’m sleepin’ like a xan on a dick
Nigga legendary, yes, I can make you lit
Geeked up out my mind and I’ma spazz on a bitch
Fuck her hard like a savage
I just dropped some bands on my mothafuckin’ bitch
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah), hey (Yeah)
I’ma throw these ones if you can make it spli-i-i-it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Young Thug – Never Go Broke Lyrics

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Play this song

[Intro]
Thugga, Muhfucka, heeey
Sound like some SS3 shit, ya digg
Free the goat you know what im saying
Free Roscoe!
Yak Gotti

[Verse 1]
Slatt, Gotti, Gotti, Gotti
Free Slatt Slatt Yak Gotti
If you know him you know he had a fucking timb
I miss you you gon make me cry a river (heey, yeah)
I want all these niggas gone
I want all of them come on home
I miss em and im so lonely
Free all the homies
Spend me some bands spend me some racks
Spend me some fetti guap cash spend me them bands
Nut in their hand go get a rag
I just blowed the bag on her didn’t wanna plan
If you will it just stick to em Stay turned lets go get to them
Fuck them haiti baby baby act like you ain’t shit to them
They only wanna come around you you better nog get shit to em
They only wanna come and use you and act like you kin to em
My momma didn’t hate my daddy didn’t raise ya hey
They know that im hot i need a fan-tasia
Right now im on top i look at your plan later
They know that im so not basic im not their cables

[Hook]
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I save your life I, I, I, I, I pray to god that i never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothing bout being broke
I swear to god forget my sins i dont want broke
I might just go to prison for im getting broke no joke no joke

[Verse 2]
B-R-O-K-E i dont wanna see that not ever ever oh no
And i know i sound like a brat and im not no brat but when you rich you act like that
They wan kill me but all of them rich niggas they feel me
But he gon kill me cause i take care every motherfucker around me
And they bill every monthly every year never bought they KennColes from good year i put ice on they neck and i pebble all of their lil ears this bitch so bad i won’t no trojan i made her rub me with this lotion take some from my bitch just to be an explosion and if you ain’t knew it now you know it

[Hook]
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that i never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothing bout being broke
I swear to god forget my sins i dont want broke
I might just go to prison for im getting broke no joke no joke
I won’t be broke 25x be broke broke broke i won’t be broke broke broke i won’t be broke broke broke i can’t spell broke broke broke no these not broke broke broke my rollie broke broke broke iced out his bro bro bro yeah yeah my dawg changed yo

[Verse 3]
And he’s iced out you can not get it if you broke and you cannot
You can’t run out of the spot nigga got Glocks yaaay
They got them sticks to send your ass way up to the moon
Rich lifestyle no broom fly Peter Pan in the room yeah
Free my nigga Gucci to hey Louboutaly Lucci woochie
I wan get ya bitch and get that coochie coochie
I just wanna get your daddy do em do em
I just wanna catch a small glue do it to em to em leave em fuck em broke soon smoke em leave em dead yeah bloody rack jack
Im on slauson for no reason with a spank yeah
We gon die bout this shit hey hey hey
Diamonds brazy diamonds fighting go to war imma buy that bitch lil boy ride that bitches like a bed up to the porsche
Put that bitch inside a 2000 car put that bitch inside a car with my big bro hey hey
Told em bring that bitch right back when it get dangerous
And i won’t dime with that bitch she owe me fund yeah
Or she could just bring me back my funds yeah
Ain’t no pussy nigga baby ain’t the one
Freestyle than geek nigga roll a bunch off pot and smoke some weed nigga
Private party at the the yo with 20 freaks nigga
Old lady straight G fly as a seagull nigga yeah
I got forty Thousand Adidas nigga
Evil i only just fuck the evil nigga
She gon drop them bitches like a beatle nigga yay

[Outro]
Rolling, SS3, on the way
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah

Reh Dogg – Save Family And Friend lyrics

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(Intro)
Yo
OG back up in this bitch
Yeah
Yall hear me
Yo

(Verse)
Been doing this shit before you were born
Millennials need to remain calm yo
Yall sagging yall pants you need to look up the history
It came out from the jailhouse
Sagged your pants to show you want some dick
Yeah they pulled a train you asked for it
Now you scream to the warden bitch I was raped
In prison there’s no escape yo yall wearing tight skinny jeans
Looking like a LGBT queen transgender I don’t mean to be mean
But Lord tell me why please this sort of thing makes God cry
Social media live long yeah not for long
Cause yall falling off too far yall niggas take this shit too far
Look at some of these rappers out there yeah motherfucking queers

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

(Verse)
Started rapping in 99 developed my skills over time
Smooth like a vintage wine I’m here to stay so yall niggas don’t even waste my time
DMV in Cali yo it stands for Department of Mexican Voting
No I’m not racists I’m just telling you how it is and it is what it is
God is not dead to man but man is dead to God yeah
Don’t believe me then it’s certainly not for you to tell me anything
Haiti is a poor country some call it a shithole it’s not like it’s a known fact
Vacation there nigga you won’t come back

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

(Verse)
We can do the same rage don’t make me get savage
Lock you up in a cage not down with BLM I’m down with ALM
If you meant to visit planned parenthood kill many black in their neighborhood
Abortions rate for blacks are very high don’t believe me look up stats and tell me why
Some of yall are down with BBW not me I’m down with BTW across the southern border
What do I mean build the motherfucking wall bitch

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

Action Bronson – The Chairman’s Intent (At Webster Hall) (Live)

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[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah yeah, ah
Ah-ha
It’s me, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars
Fuck that shit, you ain’t hot like Prince
You got little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
All from what I did last summer?
But motherfuckers forget
Till I’m back up on the set
Every motherfucking jump shot wet
Same outfit every day like a cartoon (that’s me!)
Uh, they’ll never find you in a shark suit
And there will never be a part two
Shit, you’re looking at some motherfucking art, boo

[Verse 2]
Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Morris Taylor
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on
Turn dreams into real shit
Yeah, I might be sick
Sitting cross-eyed, I’m likely lit
Draw blood, I’m already made
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake

[Chorus]
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

[Bridge]
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah, man
From this top floor view, I can see it all

[Verse 3]
Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
Uh, that shit was shining like an angel
I never trust a dude named ‘Angel’
Long sleeved 4/5th’s, turn them into an angel
Sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, flowing in a Jag from the 80s
Tanned like I just left Haiti
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that’s fine by me
Shit, I need some time to realign my Chi
So bitch please pass that [?]
Before I get upset. homie

[Chorus]
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

Summer – TastyTreat lyrics

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Lyrics Tastytreat – Summer

This feel like 32 with the boo
Crush sippin’ red and blue
Slush till my brain freeze
This feel like barbecue
Party, pools, Uncles who
Say it’s way hotter out in Haiti
It smells like sugar-coated memories
No pictures please, eyes remember in HD
It tastes like sweat dripping
Drunk kisses, smudged lipstick
Dumb water fights gone crazy.(summer)

Booty shorts
Bikini tops
Feel the thirst
It’s really hot
Fan myself
Milly rock
Pray a little wind bless up the city block
Good girls
Pretty flock
They want bad boys so we diddy bop
Making Bands
Silly gwop
Having fun nonstop, No.

Summer don’t leave
Summer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summer don’t leave
Summer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summer don’t leave.

Summeeer don’t you leave me, don’t you say you’ll leave me baby. (x4)

Summeeer juice
Marinate
When life gives forbidden fruit, make some lemonade
Enjoy your youth
Celebrate
Shades on, still ain’t seen no better days.

Let’s take advantage of the heat while the sun is close
Beach sippin’ rhum & coke, speech, here’s another toast
Let’s pray the weather stays forever like the the other coast
Versuri-lyrics.info
Southern folks
f*ckin joke
Love to hope.

Summeeer don’t leave
Summeeer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summeeer don’t leave
Summeeer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summeeer don’t leave.

Summeeer don’t you leave me, don’t you say you’ll leave me babyyy. (x4)
Tastytreat lyrics
Video TastyTreat

YFN Lucci – Heartless (feat. Rick Ross & Bigga Rankin)

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[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Growin’ up, my mama explained the difference between fame and notoriety
See fame is when people know you
Notoriety is when people know your work
And notoriety leave a legacy
When they talk about us
When they talk about big arrangements
When they talkin’ ’bout Lucci
When they talkin’ ’bout TIG
Some will hate, some will cheer
All will know one thing
My nigga Nut, we came and changed the music biz forever

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Oh hell nah, ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, we gon’ air shit out
I got your bitch and she tellin’ me all your where about’s
Loadin’ this K, I can’t wait to go and spray one out
Uh-huh, I been hustlin’ all day tryna get that cake up out it
All day, all day, I been ridin’ it with it all day
It ain got no safe, it ain’t got no safe, ayy
Y’all niggas play it safe, we gon; hit your safe, ayy
I got niggas in MIA and they’ll hit your face
Uh, uh , I been a thug all my life, wanted a plug all my life
We had to move around with them pipes, we had to shoot it out some nights
Ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, know we love dinner
Fuck nigga, don’t make me put a slug in ’em

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We located and got a bigger palace on the water
Pull up to club, I toss valet a couple hunnid
Women in abundance, I got to fuck ’em by appointments
Pray that bundle come from Haiti, I’ma give you what you wanted
I fucked her in the park, now we fuckin’ on the jet
You fuckin’ with my squad, I’ma put that shit to rest
Studied all these niggas ;cause this life is just a test
I need my hunnit million, you can’t tell me nothing less
They gave my nigga 10 the lawyer, say he did the best
These streets ain’t where you wanna be and Rozay told you that
The only natural talent niggas had was being violent
If a nigga take my life, I pray he see me smilin’, boss

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

Wyclef Jean – The Ring (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)

Azlyrics

[Intro]
It’s been 7 years, man. I left at the height of my career, man and I’m coming back. It’s like I’m starting all over again. It don’t matter what I did before, man. This the music business, man. You’re only as hot as your last hit. Everybody like, "Yo, can he get another ring?"

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 2]
The smile in my face, behind my back, they hate us
But like Bernie Mac said, I ain’t scared of you motherfuckers
Little Haiti to Sicily, Big Pun, he was a friend to me
Fat Joe, he called me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga picked me up
Ay, that’s what I call that street cred
Take your chance in the lobby, you gon’ meet those old dreads
Chef [?], me and Khaled go back
So far back, boy shottas, man, he had a 6 pack
And I’m back on the tribe on a quest to go harder
So hard, you gon’ think I’m all 3 Carters
Why haters wanna doubt that I’m Luke with the Force
Man, they kids got the scores, screamin’ too much hot sauce

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 2]
A And the A stand for Alpha and Omega
B And the B stand for Bury You, that’s what I’m known to do to rappers
C C stands for Chance, once you take, regard your shit
DEF, is the squad, boy, read my lips
GH, General from Haiti, make my day
I stood in my jeans, in front of that ‘K’
And for me to take a L, it’s gon’ take MN
What’s that? Mother Nature with them strong winds
And oh, my Peace Productions like the Q
As in Quincy when he did that Thriller, Michael Jackson blew
And this is who we are, STU
Abbreviation for the studio, I kill it in the booth
And the V, be very careful when you watchin’ shottas
The W could turn to her and that’s murder for hire
By the window, light X, don’t ask why
I ain’t takin’ no Zs ’cause the clan’s outside

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 3]
Bean me up Scottie, I’m on that antidote
That Broccoli D.R.A.M gave me got me movin’ slow mo’
This big, I’m countin’ my blessings like I’m Sean
See the Future with my Jimmy Hendrix shades on
Haters wanna doubt and thought that I forgot my scales
That’s like I am Mike forgettin’ he trainin’ [?]
Vic hit me on the Jag, told me he mad
Wiz Khalifa paper plane’ll have you feel glad

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Do I rap or will I sing?
All they wanna know is will I get another ring
Oh, I’ma get another ring
Oh, I’ma get another ring
From my mouth to God, aye
We gon’ get another ring
We gon’ get another ring
I’ma get another win
We gon’ get another ring