Saweetie Hints She Broke Up With Quavo, Unfollows Him On Instagram

Saweetie and Quavo’s relationship might be on the rocks.

Just when they’ve started to become one of our favorite couples in hip hop, Saweetie and Quavo might’ve called it quits. Fans quickly noticed on Tuesday that the “Best Friend” rapper hit the unfollow button on the Migos rapper. The pair have been dating since 2018 and have been going strong ever since. While they were quietly dating in 2018, it took a few months before she confirmed that they were an item when she appeared on The Real.

She told the hosts that they were currently getting to know each other at the time, and she even called him cute. She later revealed that they first communicate when he slides into her DMs.

By March 2019, they made their relationship Instagram official, and that same month she released her music video “Emotional” featuring the Migos rapper.

During an interview in January, Saweetie revealed that she knew Quavo was in love with her when he would save her some of his food and gave up his last piece of fry chicken. “The moment I realized that Quavo really loved me is when he saved me some of his food,” she said. “He gave me his last piece of chicken.”

He gifted her a custom Bentley Continental GT in December as a Christmas gift and several Birkin bags. Saweetie then went all out and gifted Quavo a $300K Richard Mille watch.

The two have not yet commented on their rumored breakup, but Quavo is still following Saweetie on IG, but she is not returning the favor.

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Toosii – Ig Live Lyrics

[Intro]
(MFoss, you dripping on this motherf*cker)
(Ant Chamberlain, that’s a hundred points)
I know how these hoes do
Buy a new Bentley coupe, bae, I’ma show you
You could have a new life, I just got a new wife
In the hole with the gangstas, I’m tryna shoot dice

[Chorus]
Amiri denim, my shoes tied
Told her look inside the pudding, that’s where the truth lie
Young nigga too fly, AMG, that coupe ride
I don’t never talk a lot so I can’t say how dude died
IG model, she too live
Tell the story, it be two sides
My side or my side, I’ll let you decide
Only like blues, I don’t change on ’em
V8, switch lanes on ’em
Push a button, I’ll lose the brain on ’em

[Verse 1]
Only be with gang members
How you my brother and then you changed, nigga?
I know your head lost
Flip a coin, we on your tail, rip your head off
All dogs go to Heaven, you a dead dog
Say you a hunnid but you counterfeit
You was counting favors, how the f*ck when I wasn’t counting shit?
Trip when I’m around your bitch like I’ma f*ck her
That p*ssy must be good or you a sucker
If you gang, you know I love you, I won’t take nothing from you
‘Cause you know this shit be deeper than the gang, you my brother
And the bitch that I’m with now, I think I love her
I’d never put her down so they could judge her

[Chorus]
Amiri denim, my shoes tied
Told her look inside the pudding, that’s where the truth lie

Young nigga too fly, AMG, that coupe ride
I don’t never talk a lot so I can’t say how dude died
IG model, she too live
Tell the story, it be two sides
My side or my side, I’ll let you decide
Only like blues, I don’t change on ’em
V8, switch lanes on ’em
Push a button, I’ll lose the brain on ’em

[Verse 2]
Push a button, I’ll lose the brain on ’em
And I’m still with the same niggas, I won’t change on ’em, yeah
If it’s smoke then I put gang on ’em
You the type to go down, prolly put the blame on ’em
Know she a treeshy, I’ma probably f*ck next ’cause she easy
Smooth nigga, no Jheri curls like Eazy
I be where the B’s be, but still salute a young nigga when you see me
‘Cause I’m 2x and them other niggas wanna be me
Stay down if you the gang
If you my ho, don’t ever change, uh, uh
‘Cause I’m as real as they come
I’m the same nigga when you see me, with or without a gun

[Chorus]
Amiri denim, my shoes tied
Told her look inside the pudding, that’s where the truth lie
Young nigga too fly, AMG, that coupe ride
I don’t never talk a lot so I can’t say how dude died
IG model, she too live
Tell the story, it be two sides
My side or my side, I’ll let you decide
Only like blues, I don’t change on ’em
V8, switch lanes on ’em
Push a button, I’ll lose the brain on ’em

Vybz Kartel Issued Strong Response To Female Referencing His Son To Lizard’s Death

Vybz Kartel responds to a female on Instagram who reference his son Likkle Addi to Clive “Lizard” Williams’ death.

Social media is a fair game for everybody, and once a post is made, everyone has the go-ahead to weigh in, including celebrities. Each person is entitled to their unsolicited opinion, and Instagram user @sashiboo1 did just that when she commented on a post made by the Instagram profile representing Dancehall icon Vybz Kartel.

The post highlighted the appearance of Vybz Kartel’s son Likkle Vybz on Winford Williams’ TV show OnStage. IG user sashiboo1 took the opportunity to voice her opinion saying, “I wonder how u would feel if the same faith reach him just like what happened to Clive (lizard) williams, old time people used to say what goes around the University works in mysterious ways!”

A loyal Vybz Kartel supporter offered up a fierce clap back while hinting that the man the dancehall star is accused of killing is in hiding possibly in Cuba.

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During the exchange of words, Vybz Kartel landed his response to the IG user who made mention of his son. The comment was delivered and packaged in the form of a gruesome threat in which he questioned, “wonder how u would feel if me send come shot yuh inna face in front u mada.” He continued, “any bwoy even dream dat, everting inna him yaad dead. all di baby weh just born yesterday. Stop mek internet fool yuh gyal.”

Dancehall fans grabbed a screenshot of Vybz Kartel response to the female. While some folks agreed with his strong response, some fans think he went a bit overboard by threatening to female who made the comment. “She is wrong for the comment, but he literally just threatened her and he’s behind bars awaiting an appeal so this is just foolish on his part,” one person wrote.

In 2014, Vybz Kartel was sentenced to life imprisonment for the murder of his former associate Clive “Lizard” Williams. Despite being in prison, the former Portmore Empire artist continues to release music and has remained active on social media. He will be eligible for parole once he has served a minimum of 35 years in prison. It is still uncertain if the profile dubbed ‘Vybz Kartel’ is being operated by him, but if not, he has a very active public relations personnel.

G-Herbo Reveals Gender Of His Baby With Taina

G Herbo has seemingly revealed the gender of his unborn child with Taina.

Last month rapper G Herbo and his fiancée Taina Williams confirmed they were expecting their first child together. They shared the news via Instagram, with a heartwarming photo of G Herbo kissing his girlfriend’s belly as they spent time on a beach. Until now fans have been speculating the baby’s gender and the Chicago rapper might’ve just answered that burning question or at the very least offered up some pretty good clues.

On Saturday, the internet became abuzz after G Herbo went on Instagram Live to chop it up with his fans and somehow it slipped out. During his live session, he lamented, “See my daughter gonna be my soft spot.”

Fans immediately started commenting about the possibility that he may be having a little girl. Some even started commenting on how cute his daughter would look. Taina and G Herbo have been dating since January 2019, furthering their union this year by announcing they were engaged to be married.

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Of course there is still the questioning on if G Herbo was speaking in general terms, or do you think he may have mistakenly announced to the world his unborn child’s gender? All being said, congratulations to the happy couple!

Taina broke the news about her pregnancy last year following weeks of speculations from some IG blogs. She captioned the post, “Sometimes the greatest things in life are worth hiding for a bigger sacrifice.” She added, “You were made with so much love no one else will ever know the strength of my love for you already.. 2020 was hard but you gave me hope for 2021. We love you & cannot wait to meet you my sweet baby.”

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Rihanna Teases R9 Album After Closing Down Fenty Luxury Brand

Rihanna Navy is hyped this wekend after she teases her upcoming album on IG.

Rihanna is once again teasing her fans and hinting that her album R9 is closer than expected. In a story released on IG on Saturday, the actress, model and singer posted a caption that sounds like she’s expecting everyone to be hype about her album. The story featured RiRi with a metallic face mask filter with her eye sockets aqua green with lightning strikes as she walks to what looks like a pool in a very tropical background.

The caption read, “everybody: …./ R9:”

It seems that while she has not directly addressed the launch of her album or a date for its release- she has been attention to what her fans are saying. The background song tagged on the story is “Looking for me” by Diplo with the hook “I heard you been looking for me.” So it seems that Rihanna is saying she knows her fans are looking for the R9 album.

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Meanwhile, the artist continues to be hounded on social media by her loyal fans who continuously ask for the album. On a separate feed post on her Instagram on Saturday, Rihanna posted a new under-eye product, but fans are not interested in skincare right now, with one asking, “This is cute and all but where’s the album?” Another said, “Can we get the album first?”

The R9 album is tagged as a follow up to Rihanna’s 2016 album ANTI. In 2019, the “Work” singer teased in 2019 that the album would be a Reggae Inspired album to pay homage to the genre, and further news confirmed that many reggae artists have sent in songs for the audition. However, it’s unclear if R9 is the Reggae Album as the artist is said to be working on two albums. However, she revealed in an interview in 2020 with the Associated Press that she just wants to have fun with music rather than be constricted to structures as has been done in the past.

Rihanna and LVMH recently announced that they’re closing down her luxury fashion brand, Fenty. The move comes less than two years after the brand was launched to disrupt the luxury fashion industry but failed to gain traction in the high-end market. The Bajan pop star and LVMH will instead shift their focus on her makeup and lingerie brands, Fenty Beauty and Savage X Fenty, which are both doing enormously well in their respective markets.

Although she is doing well as a businesswoman, Rihanna fans are hungry for new music.

Shenseea Exposed On IG And Shade Spice, “Your face is where my throne is”

Shenseea exposed her kitty on the Gram while seemingly shading Spice is what dancehall fans are talking about this weekend.

Social media users have been speculating for weeks now about a possible feud brewing between Shenseea and Spice. These speculations first began following a social media post by Spice after she was acknowledged by fellow dancehall artiste Jada Kingdom. Jada lauded Spice as a mentor and gave her credit for paving the way for females in the dancehall industry.

In response, Spice thanked Jada and stated that it was the first time she was being tagged in a post by another female artiste in the business saying that they learned from her. Of course, social media users were quick to point out that Shenseea has in the past also acknowledged Spice for her work ethics and dedication to the music industry. All this did not go down well with ShenYeng, and since then, both artists have even reportedly unfollowed each other on social media.

If the above did not confirm some sort of beef between the two, Shenseea’s latest claim to the throne may have just solidified that there is some form of rivalry. The “Lighter” singer is currently in Atlanta, which is where the current queen of dancehall, Spice, has one of her dwellings. She decided to share a very naughty post with the following caption: “I’m a Queen, your face is where my throne is.”

Of course, some were quick to point out that she was throwing shade at Spice. It should be noted that neither women have actually come forward to confirm or deny if they are at odds.

Still, some persons are not sold on the idea that her caption was intended for Spice. Others have deduced that her play on words is simply a window into her wild and dominant sexual desires. That line of argument was supported by those who believed the 24-year-old was not wearing any underwear below her kinky, little, black dress. Nonetheless, dancehall’s self-proclaimed princess can do no wrong in the eyes of her fans, and the 355,000 likes and over 6000 comments the photo has received seem to prove this. One wonders if this new photo is also generating more publicity for her upcoming show in Atlanta.

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Keyshia Cole’s DJ Revealed Why She Was Super Late For Verzuz

We now know the real reason why Keyshia Cole was so late for her Verzuz battle with Ashanti.

Diehearted fans of Keyshia Cole comprehend that along with her ability to tug on hearts via her soulful ballads and R&B joints, she also posses a pretty fun personality, which even things out. Sadly, during her Verzuz battle against Ashanti, fans received a slightly dejected KC, that’s at least until what she was sipping in her mug kicked in. After the numerous Covid delays that prevented the initial battle, the stage was finally set, with participants reverting to a home setup.

Sadly both Ashanti and Keyshia Cole were more than fashionably late to make an appearance in front of the camera, leaving nearly 1 million viewers to adore bags of Doritos and bottles of Ciroc.

Verzuz organizer Swizz Beatz addressed the situation publicly when he commented, “This is very disrespectful, cant lie man…”

After an hour of waiting, Ashanti appeared on camera and did a few numbers as she hyped up the crowd and held it down for the “Love” singer, yet, the battle didn’t commence until her arrival 15 minutes later. Many viewers were not pleased that the “Heaven Sent” singer did not offer an apology and seemed to be sporting a pretty lethargic attitude. It turns out her late entry and vibe may have been a result of technical difficulties.

Cole’s personal disc jockey, DJ HI-C, was speaking to the crew at 97.9 The Box when he explained that she was not actually late to her own home but stayed away from the camera because it was blurry.

“It started out weird..Not to say nothin about Verzuz or anything like that. On Keyshia’s defense, she didn’t wanna come out ‘cause her screen was blurry,” said Dj HI-C. “On her end, her screen was blurry. She was there on time. I seen everything. She was there, but she didn’t wanna come out because the screen was blurry and stuff wasn’t right, you know. We couldn’t hear [Ashanti’s] side, so it was a lot of technical stuff going on there.”

While Ashanti’s feed was quite pristine, Cole’s audio and video posed a problem for some, especially those viewing on Instagram. The reveal has earned the wrath of some viewers, who have called on stricter measures from Verzuz organizers.

“I went back and watched it, they were BOTH mad disrespectful to the [Verzuz] audience. Here are a few rules you may want to consider for the artists moving forward with love. Do not be on your phone while performing. Don’t get up and walk off while the other artist is singing. Don’t throw shade. Don’t be LATE. Respect the fans, their time, etc. Do a test from a private IG page hours before the live performance,” wrote one IG user.

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Others were more sympathetic and understanding of the situation, shedding light on the fact that most entertainers see the Verzuz battles as full-blown productions.

“Most real artist not performing if their sound messed up. Seeing we in a pandemic this is their shows so everything should be right before they perform. To us its just a live video, for them these they concerts and the set up was janky as hell on Keyshia end.”

NBA Youngboy And Yaya Mayweather Welcomes Their Baby Boy

NBA YoungBoy and Yaya Mayweather welcomed their baby boy.

The couple revealed news about the birth of their son on social media as the mother shared a cute snap of her son’s feet on her IG stories to the song ‘Mama’s Hand’ by Queen Naija. The couple has been dating over the past two years, with much drama surrounding their relationship.

Yaya Mayweather, who is Floyd Mayweather’s daughter, was accused of stabbing one of Youngboy’s other baby mother. The 20-year-old allegedly stabbed Lapattra Jacobs and was arrested for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon as the two reportedly fought over the rap star after Yaya saw Jacobs at Youngboy’s home. The couple is still together, it seems.

The news of the new baby also adds to a growing number of children the rapper seems to be sowing. NBA YoungBoy has six children, and the latest addition means he now has seven kids at a ripe age of 21 years old. He recently welcomed a baby girl with Drea Symone in November of 2020. This is Yaya Mayweather’s first child, making her famous father a grandfather for the first time.

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Meanwhile, NBA YoungBoy is no longer on social media to share his reaction. However, it is speculated that his upcoming album Sincerely, Kentrell will speak to his fatherhood journey.

Meanwhile, the name of the baby has not been revealed as fans await the first look of the little man and hear his name.

YoungBoy Never Broke Again and Iyanna Mayweather have been dating on and off for two years now. The on-again-off-again couple have seen their fair share of drama on and off social media since their romance began in 2019.

Kranium Profess His Love For Shaneil Muir On IG Live

Kranium has his eyes set on Shaneil Muir.

Kranium went against the very words of his hit song “Nobody Has To Know” nearly a week ago when he confessed his feelings for fellow artiste Shaneil Muir. Popular internet comedian World Dawg then decided to voice his opinion on the matter, hinting that Muir may have been bringing negative energies to the relationship she is currently in by conversing with Kranium on IG LIVE.

It was not her first IG session with the “Through The Window” singer, but this time Kranium decided he would ensure he made his intentions known before he stepped into the new year.

“Because mi reach a point in my life where I know what a bright future look like,” Kranium said. “You haffi get it out, yuh haffi speak yuh mind, you haffi be honest, be bold and upfront wid the thing. From me look pon yuh mi can tell seh dah ting yah nah go normal.”

Muir was a mixture of laugher, smiles, and questions for the duration of the live, questioning Kranium’s decision to make his feelings known via a public forum such as IG LIVE.

“I feel like a real man don’t care about the time and place, him a go get what is his and I’m tryna get what is mine,” said Kranium. “At the end of the day, yaa go end up be mine regardless so might as well you just mek sure seh it work smoothly.”

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Kranium then described to Muir that he recently saw her in Kingston but didn’t bother to contact her. Both artistes are permanent residents in the U.S.

“Yuh ever hear di song, ‘My God is an awesome God…?’ Well when mi see yuh that’s the first song weh come to me mind. And the greatest thing about it, 15 years from now people a go say, ‘I witnessed that sh*t, mi never know seh a love can last that long’.”

The “Yamabella” singer was not feeling the move from Kranium and made it known that she was not convinced about his feelings toward her.

“It’s not about convincing,” he said. “When somebody a try convince dat mean dem a try lie. I’m not trying to lie, I’m here to speak the truth so my heart can be free so even if you don’t believe me that’s fine as long as me go mi bed tonight on the 31st of December mi know seh at least mi man up and tell her exactly how mi feel so if she believe it, she believe it. If she don’t believe it, that’s fine.”

Kranium then proposed that the two would be together years from now, with a beautiful family.

“I think you’re a beautiful girl, I think your full of vibes, me think me and you would hold a dope vibe,” he said. “Remember when me and yuh married and we have kids in the future mi a tell yuh you’re gonna look back on this day and seh, ‘I never knew this could have been real’…and me a go look pon yuh and tell yuh, ‘Babes mi did tell yuh enuh’.”

It seems there was no convincing Shaneil on the night, and she labeled Kranium’s words as mere lyrics and rum-talk.

“Mi nah do nuh lyrics, mi nah write nuh song… Everything mi a tell yuh is coming from mi soul,” Kranium shot back.

Muir expressed that she knew the blogs would have a field day with the story, something her associate World Dawg also reiterated. It seems one of the freshes faces in dancehall is finally washing her hands of the situation.

Vybz Kartel’s Wife Shorty Shares PDA Photo On His 45th Birthday, “My husband birthday loading”

Vybz Kartel celebrates his 45th birthday today (January 7) and judging from his wife Shorty’s recent posts on IG, it will be lit.

Vybz Kartel might be in jail, but he is still receiving love from his baby mother and common-law wife, Tanesha ‘Shorty’ Johnson, who is anticipating the Dancehall icon’s birthday on January 7, 2021. The two have been together for over a decade and share three sons, and while they have shared many wonderful moments in public, the two have also shared their fair share of pain as Shorty had had a stillbirth baby girl. They two have also had several spats over the dancehall artiste cheating on Shorty, including once when she allegedly stabbed him in his side after he brought a woman over to one of their homes.

Nevertheless, the artiste seems to have the loyalty of his lady love in spite of the breakup rumors and an album chronicling Kartel’s pain released in 2020. On Instagram on Wednesday, She posted a photograph of the two kissings with the caption “my husband birthday loading,” along with the 100, heart and party emojis.

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She also posted immediately for Vybz Kartel’s birthday, a throwback photo of the couple in happier times where a dark skinned Kartel, before the skin bleaching, is seen smiling while hugging Tanesha from behind. She captioned the post, “@vybzkartel happy birthday to the king of my heart, the man of my dream, and the love of my life.” Kartel also responded in the comments section, “me lifeline thank you and love you.” Meanwhile, her second son, Likkle Addi, joked in the comments section, “it aint even 12 yet.”

Among those also sharing in wishing the ‘Worl Boss’ were also his co-accused Shawn Storm, who posted three IG feed posts in tribute to his friend as he promised a festive birthday. One of the posts, a side profile image of Kartel with caption read “uhyuh mean a mi g Suh one more Post @VybzKartel More Life and blessings and a nuff nuff nuff nuff nuff more fi fwd mi boss.”

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Omb Peezy – Fast Life Lyrics

[Chorus]
I can’t sit on my ass and wait for shit to come to me
Tell sleep it can kiss my ass, I’ll get my rest when I’m deceased
I’m in these streets, I gotta get this shit the fast way
Gotta get this shit the fast way
I can’t sit on my ass and wait for shit to come to me
Tell sleep it can kiss my ass, I’ll get my rest when I’m deceased
I’m in these streets, I gotta get this shit the fast way
‘Cause today might be my last day

[Verse 1]
Ooh, I’ll get my rest when I’m deceased
Stuck up in these streets
Last of the real and I hope these f*ck niggas wanna beat
Play with me when it come to my money and get your dumb ass beat to sleep
On my dead granny I ain’t with all that stunting
I represent it’s really me
You don’t wanna plant that seed
I’ll be in your front yard like a tree
I kept shit straight up, niggas turned like the letter C
I ain’t Twitter beefing or IG, diss and I’ma let it beat
Big chopper do all my talking, I’ll never interrupt it when it speak
I’m a road runner, it’s a cold summer, got my nose running
Hoes coming out of nowhere ’cause all this gold coming
Slow money, just like no money, get it the fast way
I’m steady robbing ’cause today might be my last day
Road runner, it’s a cold summer, got my nose running
Hoes coming out of nowhere ’cause that dope coming
Slow money, just like no money, get it the fast way
I’m steady grinding ’cause today might be my last day

[Chorus]
I can’t sit on my ass and wait for shit to come to me
Tell sleep it can kiss my ass, I’ll get my rest when I’m deceased
I’m in these streets, I gotta get this shit the fast way
Gotta get this shit the fast way
I can’t sit on my ass and wait for shit to come to me
Tell sleep it can kiss my ass, I’ll get my rest when I’m deceased

I’m in these streets, I gotta get this shit the fast way
‘Cause today might be my last day

[Verse 2]
The fast way, could be your last day
Ash out the window nigga, f*ck an ashtray
Driving with my nigga, chasing money in the fastlane
Your bitch wanna have my last name
I was shooting ’til the cats came
Lot of niggas wanna pass my name
But I don’t see ’em at the baggage claim
Deep feelin’ dope, got a damn thing
I’m broke, I’m going on a rampage
You comfortable and that’s a damn shame
Ain’t talking money then don’t call my name
Look in the mirror like damn I changed
Niggas throwin’ water on my flame
Make me go hard on my gang
Stomp you in the carpet for some change
We can go to war for my chain
Niggas go to war for some fame
But I be really itching for a brain
Gotta thank the lord I ain’t lame
I’ma bounce out, do my thing
Niggas tryna swerve in my lane
Run you off the road with that flame
Run you off the road with that flame
We can go to war for my chain
Niggas go to war for some fame
But I be really itching for a brain
Gotta thank the lord I ain’t lame
I’ma bounce out, do my thing
Niggas tryna swerve in my lane
Run you off the road with that flame, ah-ah

[Chorus]
I can’t sit on my ass and wait for shit to come to me
Tell sleep it can kiss my ass, I’ll get my rest when I’m deceased
I’m in these streets, I gotta get this shit the fast way
Gotta get this shit the fast way
I can’t sit on my ass and wait for shit to come to me
Tell sleep it can kiss my ass, I’ll get my rest when I’m deceased
I’m in these streets, I gotta get this shit the fast way
‘Cause today might be my last day

Ari Fletcher Ether G Herbo & His Girlfriend Taina, Says He Has Herpes, Herbo Respond

Ari Fletcher is going in on G Herbo and his girlfriend Taina Williams on IG.

Ari Fletcher certainly has no problem sharing family business on social media. Speaking openly about her distaste of photographs featuring G Herbo’s girlfriend holding her son, Ari asked the photographer responsible to promptly take down the pictures. The situation became an issue after G Herbo participated in The Crew League’s basketball tournament on TikTok over the weekend. His current girlfriend, Taina Williams, watched from the sidelines while holding his two-year-old son who he shares with Ari Fletcher.

Pictures of Taina and the little boy, whose name is Yosohn, were posted on social media, and Ari quickly hopped in the comment section to make it clear that she wasn’t having it.

“Sweetie please don’t post my son and another girl, remove this,” Ari demanded of the photographer. The Instagram page quickly complied with her request and removed the photo, only leaving pictures of Herbo and Yosohn up instead. When a fan commented on the situation to Ari, writing, “I don’t understand the point of them posting that picture of taina and your son. #childish,” Ari replied, saying, “I don’t want my son in public with her holding him because she told me out her own mouth that Yosohn does not like her. So I don’t want my son uncomfortable.”

I don’t want my son in public with her holding him because she told me out her own mouth that Yosohn does not like her. So I don’t want my son uncomfortable. https://t.co/8NhzrLTMOh

— KYLESISTER (@AriTheDon) November 10, 2020

G Herbo responded to her rant saying, “Happy h*es ain’t hating.” It seems that comment only infuriated Ari Fletcher who responded, “How they get a cure for COVID before herpes.”

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While it is entirely understandable that a mother would be protective of her baby and their level of comfort with new people in their life, it might be a bit of a stretch for Ari to expect that her ex’s new girlfriend never hold her child when she isn’t around. It also seems like Ari might have been more concerned with how the situation appeared publicly than with her son’s comfort level, but ultimately it is up to Yosohn’s parents to decide what is best for him going forward.

KSI – Really Love Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Craig David]
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine, oh

[Verse 1: KSI & Craig David]
Got a lot of time for the one that I’m watching
Amazon Prime if you wanna get something
No valentine but my heartbeat pumpin’ (umpin’, pumpin’)
(Tryna make you mine)
Now the room poppin’
Got plenty views if you hang around me
So many hearts if you see the IG
Stung many timеs by the people that I ratе
That my record look great like Muhammad Ali
I’m tryna go, I’m tryna get wavy
On holiday, I’m wanting this daily
Man’s bait when he’s wearing that paisley
Still great coz my living now pays me
Don’t cook but my chef like Ainsley
No look ting when I’m shooting my babies
Top striker, I’m hardly missing
New car so we need to christen, listen
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[Chorus: Craig David]
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine, oh

[Verse 2: KSI & Craig David]
Obsessed with the fitness
That booty got me moving with the stiffness
Praying that I finally get to hit this
(Tryna make you mine, oh)
Wrecking my balls, Miley
Making a storm, Kylie
Showing the fans I’m the only
Then clocking the wrist with the timing
Doing it bless, doing it easy
Doing it best, doing it genie
I got the juice and I’ll give you the world
Granting your wishes and doing it well
Let me know when you get freaky
Wanna see E.T.? Give you my number to bell
I got so many to choose
Which one you want? ‘Cause I’m smitten it under your spell

[Bridge: Craig David]
Tryna hold it down but enough’s enough
I ain’t really used to this thing called love
But I ain’t afraid to admit I’m feeling so vulnerable
So whatever you decide, let me know what’s the vibe
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine, oh

[Chorus: Craig David]
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine, oh

Ernia – Puro Sinaloa Lyrics (feat. Lazza, Rkomi & Tedua)

[Testo di “Puro Sinaloa” ft. Tedua, Rkomi & Lazza]

[Intro: Ernia]
Milano
Tredici anni dopo, una generazione dopo
Vai Joe, andiamo
Do-Do-Do-Do-Don Joe

[Strofa 1: Ernia]
Trovami ancora seduto sul corner
Mentre racconto qualche storia forte
Poetica fatta di fumo, di asfalto, di pare e di morte
Spacco solo io, fra’, no te
Tipa, fra’, nuova di pacca
Quanto c’ho speso per ‘sta nuova giacca
Uova dal culo, son uova di Pasqua
Una borsa al collo che, fra’, non è una borsa, è il Nasdaq
Il sogno era di farli ASAP
Dandoti la pelle d’oca alle braccia
La scritta “ACAB”, tutti nei club, fra’
Metti le mani sul culo, c’hai le mani in faccia
La paura fa novanta, la novantuno paura, certo
Andrebbe scritto alle fermate per qualche inesperto
Ed è così che la vera Milano suona, ah
Per questo arrivo da Bo-Bo-Bonola

[Strofa 2: Tedua]
Gallaratese, circonvalla in gara schiaccia il taser
Quando chicco balla, dice al tipo chi comanda
Vede chi comanda, si fotte dell’ambiente
Della scena adiacente
Per piacere, genovese, babe
Non è che vado giù in ferie
Siamo su in tele, quel che succede
Ad oggi la censura è ancora sui rapper che parlan sul premier
(Tedua) Vedo gente lamentarsi: Dark o FSK, ma (Ma dai)
Abbiamo ascoltato coca-rap prima dei rapper ad Atlanta
Ed io quanti ne imbosco, chili sotto al cruscotto
Parla al riocontra se, se ti incontra un poliziotto
Tutti bravi a fare i viaggi, personaggi
Poi nel video porti il ferro con cui va a caccia tuo nonno
Ah, ah, credevi fosse un gioco
Ma io ho il micro nel conflitto fuoco a fuoco
Okay, mi hai convinto ma confido poco a poco
Ho il mito di Al Pacino ed il tapiro te lo tiro (Addosso)
In bocca ho una torcia più grossa di quella di uno sbirro

[Ritornello: Ernia, Rkomi, Lazza & Tedua]
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Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG
Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa

[Strofa 3: Rkomi]
Allerta sempre, gira la giacca
Dopo un furto serve un cambio targa
Cambiare è un attimo, lo so
Ma ho solo tredici anni e ho solo cinque euro
Devono diventare cento, dopo centomila, un milione
Bomber nero, dentro un pon pon
Puro Bogo’, bon bon, tredici anni dopo
Giro la giacca dopo un furto, con la trancia nello zaino
Avevo tredici anni, il punto dentro il doppio dei miei anni
Ed io copiavo i grandi, parlavo come loro
Come Leo, come [?]
Con mia madre che urlava: “È pronto”
È agosto e mi sento solo, Milano, come ti odio
Dal palco a Piazzale Cuoco, mi faccio bastare il poco

[Strofa 4: Lazza]
Rimo da quando non mi chiamavano Zzala
Sulla novanta, senza un euro in tasca
Sognavo un palco come un’ora d’aria
La nuova generazione era paga
E, fra’, mi sentivo solo
Ricordo ma’ che piangeva, mi hanno bocciato di nuovo
Oggi che quelli che ascoltavo, fra’, si ascoltano me
Sorridi a ventiquattro denti e la mia faccia sul Duomo
E yes, yes, yoh, forse mi batti a yes, yes, Pro
Non so chiedere per favore, né permesso
E so che oggi, fra’, per prendere il mio
Ho fatto contento il diavolo e fatto offendere Dio

[Ritornello: Ernia, Rkomi, Lazza & Tedua]
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG
Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG
Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa

Blueface – Vibes Lyrics

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[Intro]
Blueface, baby, yeah, aight
Wait, hold on, shh, you hear that?
Shut up, turn it up, where they at?
Vibes (Yeah), vibes (Woah), vibes (Yeah, ha-ha-ha, woah)
Vibes (Yeah), vibes (Woah), vibes (Yeah, ha-ha-ha, woah)

[Verse 1]
I only like vibes that come with a vibe
Tired of my main, she tired of my side
Rather work nine-to-five then to get nine to five
Strippin’ at eighteen, you ain’t even tried (Why?)
Niggas send subs instead of subscribe
Dick in her mouth, she swallow my pride
She came with the girls, I came with the guys
Ha-ha, it’s nothin’ but

[Chorus]
Vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Woah)

[Verse 2]
Marble floors, blue couches (Vibe)
One hit wonder, how I got two houses? (Ha-ha)
Two is a vibe, three is crowded
Not me and you, but me and two bitches
Ha-ha-ha, silly
I’m gettin’ top in the car (Huh)
She sucked the dick-hole through the dick hole
In the Louis drawers, but it was gucci
Drive the boat, one hand on her coochie
I walk in the bank, they happy to see me
Take out a hundred, post it on IG, ha-ha-ha

[Chorus]
Vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Woah)

[Verse 3]
I put the G in Wagen
Your ho get inside, then I get inside (Woo)
Lay the backseats down, baby, vibes
Only designer in my design
Don’t pay for no pussy, can’t even spend time (What?)
I don’t have to dine to make a bitch whine
They want me dead (Take a number), get in line
Money on my head, one in the head
Put ’em to bed (Go to bed)
She suckin’ dick while it’s dead soft
Couple vibes in the loft (Loft)
Ha-ha-ha, where they at? (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Woah)

Princess Nokia – Sugar Honey Iced Tea (S.H.I.T.) Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Sugar honey iced tea
These bitches don’t like me
These bitches wanna fight me
And doin’ shit just to spite me
I see them talking on the IG
Think you jealous maybe high key
I got the juice I got the high seat
Do I care? Unlikely

[Verse 1]
You must have time on your hands
‘Cause all the time you been hatin’
I know you’re mad that I’m famous
I know you’re mad that I made it
When all the time you been hatin’
You could’ve turned into something
Sometimes it works out for people
Sometimes it really just doesn’t
Don’t do this shit to be famous
I do this shit ’cause I love it
I shot an arrow said “Fuck it”
I took a chance, came from nothing
You have to go for it, want it
You have to rise up above it
If you go on expecting
Well girl I think that you’re buggin’
How you want what I have?
You ain’t workin’ yourself
That toxic energy shit
Ain’t really good for your health
I think you need better goals
‘Cause oh my God you seem lost
You talkin’ shit ’bout my music
But what the fuck have you dropped?
Now what the fuck have you done?
Accolades, you have none
Your lazy ways get you none
I’ll go and pray for you hun

[Chorus]
Sugar honey iced tea
These bitches don’t like me
These bitches wanna fight me
And doin’ shit just to spite me
I see them talking on the IG
Think you jealous maybe high key
I got the juice I got the high seat
Do I care? Unlikely

[Verse 2]
I’m on the train throwing soup
The racist men making threats
I’m not gangster but I can tell you I love to throw hands on racists, bigots and scum
I don’t like drama, it’s dumb
I don’t be fightin’ no women
I don’t be totin no guns
I hate domestic abusers
In fact they all make me sick
This dude poured wine on my friend
I punched straight in his shit
I got a real code of honor
That I take seriously
If Colin Kap was a woman then I’d be dead on one knee
My revolution is soulful
I’m healing kids with my hands
I’m talkin’ loving my people
Not fighting bitches for brands
I got no hate in my heart
I think it’s funny I rap
I did not bang in these streets
And I did not trap in the trap

[Chorus]
Sugar honey iced tea
These bitches don’t like me
These bitches wanna fight me
And doin’ shit just to spite me
I see them talking on the IG
Think you jealous maybe high key
I got the juice I got the high seat
Do I care? Unlikely

Nicki Minaj – Suge (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: Nicki Minaj & DaBaby]
I had to do it (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Ha (Hm, hm)
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one (Rrrh, oo)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drug lord, Griselda
I used to move weight through delta
So stay in your place ’cause I
Don’t wanna put you in a shelter
I’m cooking up in the kitchen
You could be my little helper
Go to the table and ask ’em
Do they want the flat or the seltzer?
I go where I want I’m good
My niggas’ll get them goods
So come off the chain and come off the watch
You gotta respect the jux
Queen sleazy era
And they never see me ever
‘Cause I send my shooters and they introduce us
As soon as I pull the lever (Brr)
I say “Choke me,” he do it
Every time that we do it
Nigga packing like Hewlett
I told him “damn nigga, you lit”
On that D going stupid
Got my ass-shots from Cupid
You could just ask Ken
He be like “Hadouken!” (Rrrh)

[Chorus: Dababy]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
The first nigga play, I’ma body a nigga (Ha)
I just checked my balance
I’ll probably pull up to your hood
And come buy me a nigga (No cap)
You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy
Don’t think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch)
Get caught with your ho when I’m poppin’ ’em both
Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)
Say I’m the goat, act like I don’t know
But fuck it, I’m obviously winnin’
Don’t make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
To show you our pockets are different (Ha)
I’m out with your bitch and I only want knowledge
She got a lil’ mileage, I’m chillin’ (Uh, uh)
You disrespect me and I’ll beat your ass up
All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh)
I’m the type to let a nigga think that I’m broke
Until I pop out with a million (I pop)
Take 20K and put that on your head
And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)
Say he fuckin’ with me then he gotta grow up
‘Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin’ (Kiddin’)
This shit, it can’t fit in my pocket
I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)
Opp, I slap the shit out of niggas
No talkin’, I don’t like to argue with niggas (I don’t)
Ain’t gon’ be no more laughin’
You see me whip out guns
I’m gon’ be done shot me a nigga (No cap)
I don’t follow no bitches on IG
But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha)
And that lil’ nigga ain’t gon’ shoot shit with that gun
He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

Kanye West – New Bødy Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t  wait to see your new body
Don’t  be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh,  whoa

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
New  ass, new tits, new bitch, who this?
Who else you know this bad, with two kids?
Nobody,  ever, ever gave you shit
Nobody flew to Columbia like you did
Tryin’ the new ass out with the new drip
Only thing to ask, who first to hit?
‘Cause  far as you concerned, you is a new bitch
Them all, fuck them all, them niggas, they too rich
Old dick don’t count, if these titties don’t bounce
Ex niggas say they hit, tryna run up your account
Big dump on it now… Summer they were down
But they better act like they know who the fuck you now
This a new bitch
Gotta party table at the Ruth Chris
All bad bitches take a group pick
Had to step back ’cause she too thick
You used to twerk to every-every song
Saved up to buy an ass of your very-very own
FaceTime, body look like Dom Pérignon
Don’t pay me no attention, go on, carry on

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, whoa

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
You ain’t fuck me, you fucked the old body
You ain’t fuck Nicki, you fucked Nicole body
Ain’t no miles on this here new body
Off with they heads, these bitches is nobodies
Got-Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
Don’t let the woood, tryna stick me like a toothpick
Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
I bust shots, don’t duck, unless the shoe fit
Cookie game make me the G.O.A.T
Cookie game come with the throat
Puff puff pass, no you do not want the smoke
Bi-bi-bitches be sleepin’ on me, but be claimin’ they woke
Fuck up a check on my body
Then let him lick on my body, out in Abu Dhabi
You see me shinin’, you pissed
I-I-I think my haters just really be wantin’ a kiss
They know I’ll body you, sis (body, body)
Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”
(Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, whoa

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
New body, you been workin’ hard
I’ve been on your IG page, lurkin’ hard
New boobie job, now they perfect
Six weeks off, it was worth it
Baby got that nip tuck, let me titty fuck
Hit her from the back, get my dick sucked
Put me on the scoreboard, make a new one
He said he hit before, not since you got your boobs done
You working on your abs, huh, you got your ass done
You better show it off, you better work it
Why they body shamin’, baby? I commend it
Doctor Ghavami, I recommend it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, woah

Lil Nas X – Kick It Lyrics

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[Intro]
Bizness Boi

[Chorus]
Run to, to me, for three
See, if you need weed, get it from me
It’s good
See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
Oh come, get weed from me
It’s good

[Verse 1]
Now you all over the place
Sexy, yeah, I see your face
You just the nigga these days
My brother showed me your wave
Seen you on the TV, heard that Billboard took your chartin’ place
Heard your snippets on IG, man, tell me what’s the droppin’ dates
My big sister love you nigga, you the G.O.A.T., my uncle say
New pack just came in, my nigga, this that cookie funnel cake

[Chorus]
Run to, to me, for three
See, if you need weed, get it from me
It’s good
See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
Oh come, get weed from me
It’s good

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Oh, you just that nigga, now, can’t pick up, cool, then let me know
You ain’t got no talent, nigga, more up in my pinky toe
I just thought that we could kick it, why not let me know?
You’ll fall off, I’ll give it, oh
Two months, give or take a whole

[Chorus]
Run to, to me, for three
See, if you need weed, get it from me
It’s good
See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
Oh come, get weed from me
It’s good

YG – Stop Snitchin (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)

[Verse 1: YG]
I can smell a bitch nigga a mile away
Type of nigga so bitch, he should put “bitch-made” on his license plate (Bitch)
From that real shit, you bitch niggas play hide and seek (Bitch ass niggas)
Me and bitch niggas, we don’t conversate
Bitch niggas love saying real niggas tryna hate (Bitch ass nigga)
But nah, nigga, I’m a real nigga, I had to bag up weight
You got fear in your heart so you cooperate (Bitch)
I can’t stand how bitch niggas operate
You’s a bitch (Bitch), your mama know you a bitch (Bitch)
Your girl even know you a bitch (Bitch)
I don’t know how she suck your dick, pause
You got caught with some shit (Shit)
With your best friend and your clique (Clique)
Y’all got caught hittin’ a lick (Hit)
Everybody went down ’cause you snitched (Aw)
Whoever raised you ain’t do a good job at that (That)
Whoever raised you need to get slapped
Karma is a bitch and she gon’ get you, nigga, just like that
‘Cause once a bitch, nigga, always a bitch, facts

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Want me to rap, you gotta book a nigga (Uh-huh)
I fucked his bitch, I took that pussy from a pussy nigga (Yeah)
I’m bringin’ real niggas back, they overlooked a nigga (Uh-huh)
You like to show these niggas guns, I beat him, took your pistol (Hah)
I fuck her all off in the kitchen and I’m cookin’ with her
She made me bacon with the eggs, thought she was cookin’ dinner (Mmh)
Two hours later, you on IG takin’ pictures with her (Yeah)
Soon as I woke up, gave me head, that’s breakfast in bed (Yeah)
Told on your nigga, he went fed, they found out you scared (Hah)
You play with me, you gotta go, I ain’t gotta say it (Nope)
I pull it out, bitch, I’ma blow, so watch how you play it, you lil’…

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

GoldLink – Zulu Screams Lyrics

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[Intro]

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Hey, feelin’ like a brand new me
And the entourage where the latest be
And the sun don’t shine where the gangstas be
And we Russian roulette to a game of three
Pop one, pop two, pop three, pop four
And the sun don’t shine ’round the year no more
And the girls say yeah, ain’t no ‘no’ no more
And we richer than the rich, we ain’t poor no more

[Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy

[Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, na, na-na
Keep it on the low, na, na-na
If you know, then you know, na, na-na
‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
No more on the cellular, ayy

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, hurt me, baby, put it on me like blam
One leg up, made that booty go wham
Smoke so much you done lost a pound
But I ain’t even trippin’, ass still hittin’
Body on go, IG, go
Snatch their wig, possess their soul
A man on road, squad on go
Your neck on green, my neck on froze

[Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy

[Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, na, na-na
Keep it on the low, na, na-na
If you know, then you know, na, na-na
‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
No more on the cellular, ayy

[Post-Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, say yeah-yeah, say yeah-yeah
Oh, we gon’ be lowkey, say yeah-yeah
Oh, if you love me, say yeah-yeah
Oh, lowkey, yeah-yeah

[Bridge: Bibi Bourelly]
[?]

[Outro: Maleek Berry & Bibi Bourelly]
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah

Logic – Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Logic]
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah

[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

[Verse 1: Will Smith]
West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I… **** all that
Came in the game on my neon fresh
Won the first rap Grammy so I guess I’m blessed
Come off tours, walk on sets
Everybody followin’ the trends I set
60 million sold, doin’ it different
And my IG poppin’ from doing it different
Bad vibrations, I stay distant
RattPack, MSFTS, doin’ it different
Fortnite doin’ the Carlton dance
Come on, it’s just different, man

[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

[Verse 2: Logic]
Used to be that motherfucker in the background
Yeah, but now I’m in the forefront
‘Cause I keep it more blunt, goddamn
Pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than—
Pump up, pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than Valium
Back in high school I was not the man
Now wherever I go they know who I am
From Maryland to Beijing I’m raging
Paging the doctor on call, the illest of them all

[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

[Verse 3: Logic]
This is for the people goin’ hard in the gym
This is for the people goin’ hard on the dance floor
Pump up the heart rate and dance more
Pump up the, pump up the motherfuckin’ jam
Rhymin’ like Dr. Seuss, bitch I’m Sam I Am
I don’t give a damn ’bout lyrics
You should feel the spirit when you hear it
No fuckboys, a legend can’t get near it
Sucka em—sucka emcees they, sucka emcees, they fear it

[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

Lupe Fiasco – Stack That Cheese Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Uhh, pen to the pad, metaphors on fleek
Took the words that I heard and I put em’ to the beat
Press up my tape then I put it in the street
Upload my thousands without my link
I’ma be upcoming just to see what they think
I’ma shoot me a video and put it on the ‘tube
I’ma spam IG to get up my views
And DM my favorite artist, say, “I’m gonna be huge”
Book me a show that the blogs gonna cover
And they all gon’ love it
The crowd gon’ turn up, is anybody out there?
Turn up the mic, we can’t hear you out here

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tryna get the tour bus with the studio
It ain’t no buts, just bootyholes (uh)
Can’t be out here looking like dookie
When you’re tryna start a movement and come up on a movie role
Everything’s polished
I ain’t go to college, I was at the conference
Chopping with the DJs, tryna give my single on replay
And shit up on the game like colonics (colonics)
Hold the phone, take a flick with a fan for me (click)
Hit the strips with a brick of the dance money (strip)
I’m tired, let’s switch with the van for me
When I make it by, you’ll print the advance money

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Hold up, light man, turn the lights on
Came a long way from when I was holding the mic wrong
Something for the hood and a whole lot of white songs
Like I evolved to a whole ‘nother life form
I’m just tryna make it happen, don’t attack that please
Can’t find a job, you can rap at least
Cause that’s what I did, I was at that leg
Right out of high school, tryna stack that cheese
You was tryna do what? Tryna stack that cheese
You wanna flip burgers, wanna stack that cheese
Make American singles, wanna stack that cheese
Make everybody smile, tryna stack that cheese
Tryna do it for a while, tryna stack that cheese
Talking frequent flyer miles how I stack that cheese
Tryna bundle up the money, tryna stack that cheese
Aye Stack, can we stack that please?

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

Tyga – Freestyle w/ The L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #051

[Verse]
Pay me on the first, niggas know I broke the curse
How it feel when the Rolls is reversed? Nigga got it out the dirt
Bad bitches ’round, I’ma flirt and I’m goin’ for my eighth like Cur
Do you concur? Catch me if you can lil purp
I go Kyrie Curry on the verse, ball like a Nerf
Meet me on the turf, I don’t mean for real, group of these niggas nerd
Full of that sizzurp, you will get serve
My niggas make you hide your face like H.E.R
And I like her, titties are first
Big green Phantom got ’em hooked, Lary Bird
Give ’em the bird, fuck what you heard, I’m the best rapper-er
Niggas call me tiger, that’s whiter than a ice berg
I’m nicer than your favorite rapper on perks
I might curve if she don’t got good slurp
Be nicer, put you on a RIP shirt
Yes-er, ridin’ in a two-seat seater
I love ho but I still gotta bang, eat her
Believe it or not, came back from the sunken, now I’m cream of the crop
I need cash on spot, I don’t want the deposit
I got DMs from every IG thot
But I’m locked in, studio 24-7
I just popped in, fuckin’ with the niggas, when I leave, its gon’ rekill
I’ma wait at your house, my girl’s top tier
If we talkin’ overall, I’m top ten
Flows, car, bitches, ice
King in Dubai like fuck the price
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “fuck my life”
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “you’re right”
I might go psych, go might (might, might might)
It’s redrum, I’m psych (psych, psych, psych)
Bitch, I’m always right
Everybody wanna be like Mike
Big bank take lil’ bank
Ayy, fuck around, I need another bank
Ayy, thirteen hundred stars in the Wraith
Woo, and I’m on that forty-two man
Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank
Uh, this my shit when I’m in the Wraith
And my Maybach up to date

Russ – Don’t Fall For It Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
They prolly gonna call this hate
But people hate the truth
Fuck it

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Promotin’ lean but they save it for the you type artist (ha)
“Do what a I say, not as I do” type artist
Y’all are locus, poisonin’ the youth for clicks
What’s your addiction got to do with always postin’ it?
Smilin’, playin’ games, makin’ skits, makin’ jokes wit it
But you can’t say you opposed to it if you constantly promotin’ it
Y’all just the grams’ drug abusers and how-to’s, y’all condonin’ it
How you gonna say you car about the youth, but you constantly corrodin’ it?
Now I won’t say that you’re facadin’ the pain
But you definitely postin’ drugs as a marketing game
You targeting fame, you can fool the youth, not me
You raisin’ the next generation of addicts on IG
I promise you, that’s not the very promisin’ you
You hate the truth, that’s why the truth is botherin’ you
I know, your drugs get more like than your music does
Thats why you post more drugs than your own music, huh?

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Lotta rappers tellin’ on themselves for likes, it’s a gimmick
You don’t use guns, it just helps sell the image
If you really pullin’ triggers, you don’t post guns
‘Cause you know they’ll use that image to take your from home, umm
You got a image to uphold, I get it, you and yo face tats
You the tough guy that always stay strapped
Yeah, I see you do it
You post gats in texts
Without a lot of your songs, it would lack context
Makin’ some pots, braggin’ ’bout some modified shit
In the hopes that it’ll provoke some more Spotify hits
From the impressionable youth, that is followin’ you
‘Cause you ain’t scarin’ no one grown, and no one true
This ain’t news to anybody in the know, uh
But there is rules, you all is fuckin’ up the code, uh
The only thing y’all would ever shoot is the messenger
A lot of kid’s favorite rapper is a wrestler

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]
Lotta rapers are broke, flyin’ coach and be postin’
Fake chains from jewelers who just want their promotion
Always showin’ twenties with fives and ones
You got a hundred on each side to disguise the funds
Flip through it, charge the denomination
You should call the IRS and get some payment confirmations
I know your deals ’cause these lawyers talk
You ain’t a boss, you got a boss, let your employer talk
Y’all in royalty splits, ’cause you signed to a guy that just did a JB
Now you signed to a guy, that’s signed to a company, and they got gluttony
They ‘gon eat and give you what’s left, I feel the oven heat
From here, too many cooks in the kitchen, look around
You don’t own shit from you masses and your account
Plus y’all don’t tour, no tune core, your buzz plummitin’
No indie catalog, you gave away your publishin’

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it

Wale – Complicated Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Let’s be honest, shorty
I got bitches, you got niggas, don’t be modest, shorty
Complicated but simple, I don’t know how to call it
I be smoking you be drinkin’, we both tired of fallin’ in lust
I can’t find nobody, I can zone out and can talk to
I don’t want no wifey, don’t get mad if I don’t call you
Get you Chanel shit, from what they gave me at this walk through
I can tell you ain’t had nobody to give your all to
Understand I’m street as fuck, might get you a beamer truck
I was taught just throw some bread, every time I seen a duck
Grippin’ and I keep it tucked, she felt it while she huggin’ me
Am I happy to see you, nah, this shit help me move comfortably
Sit you down in front of me, massage you like I love your soul
You sleep all up under me, I treat you like the one I chose
It’s complicated, your momma hate it, I get inside, you say I’m amazin’
Fresh out the shower, I probably taste it, no conversation
What is love when you lustin’, afraid of trust and you either fuckin’ or fussin’
I never happen to rush it, that make ’em come fuck the function up
That’s why I got no connections, just chicks that wanna fuck
Then argue, I don’t love enough, make sure I pick some rubbers up
Kyrie don’t need no sisters, probably only make women
My past chicks is forbidden, from livin’ this life with me
You might of came to studios but you ain’t write for me
You only watch me pour my lean, ain’t sip no Sprite with me
She got ass, look at her face, my niggas’ hypin’ me
Still can’t take this ride with me, I think about you, while I’m fuckin’ her
It’s complicated, I’m tellin’ on myself, won’t say another word

[Verse 2: Wale]
It’s complicated to find a lady in my generation
That’s not preoccupied with social clout
We almost fazing out from the high we get from love and conversation
To go on IG galavanting for likes and shit, oh, it’s complicated
I’m tryna say I need loyalty like Clyde Barrow was tryna get
When Bonnie was shot up riding shotgun with him
My problems are justified but, I gotta admit
I got someone who loves me so effortless
But, I’m so messed up from another chick I feel like such a bitch ass nigga
That my exes got the power with no effort to decline the next shawty I get
So, I’m guarded and shit
But, never mind that ’cause you’re a goddess and shit
What I’m tryna say is I like you but it’s complicated
Foundation on all my pillows, still your tender face is flawless when the sky kiss you
Should I bury you in compliments or buy gifts or
Just let you tell me bye and for that time I’ll miss you
My life is fairly complicated
You show too much of your heart I promise they confiscate it
I am young, black, and accomplished baby but
I’m not the type to bring home to mama, I’m just crazy
‘Cause I’m broad crazy, monogamy’s kind of hard for me
When I start throwing them curves that’s when they caught feelings
I got famous at a young age, I’m spoiled
I get paid, don’t go out so the club scene I’m bored of
I don’t believe in unicorns nor pure love, but more so the latter, seen Porzingis from courtside
I got missed calls from porn stars and church girls
You’d be surprised who get the wildest and squirt more

[Bridge]
Let’s be honest shawty
I got bitches you got niggas don’t be modest shawty
Don’t care about your IG pictures I don’t follow anyway
‘Cause, if I really like you I don’t like your pictures, dig it?

[Verse 3]
I believe that love is complicated at best
And at it’s worst it’s a permanent burning in your chest
I pray to earn that from somebody someday
But, somehow someway, I no longer have a heart to invest
It’s miles away, the smiles is fake and my job ain’t real
Why would you think I’ll find a woman who is?
I’m high today, tomorrow I’m chill ’cause my job get real
What mature woman would put up with my shit?
I mean I’m damaged goods
I mean, I’m rather good at being just kind of good to women who deserve more from me
But, I see you as something more than a purring kitty
You hate my state of mind, somehow you think the world of me

[Outro]
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
Just be honest shawty
I got bitches you got niggas don’t be modest shawty
Don’t care about your IG pictures I don’t follow anyway
‘Cause if I really like you I won’t… fuck it
Block all them bitches, ’cause it’s complicated

MoneyBagg Yo – Break Da Internet

[Intro]
I walk and talk like a check my nigga, like
Don’t slip on the drip
Error, error, she might fuck around and crash, hahaha

[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

[Verse 1]
Ayy my bitch look like a Kardash’
She trippin’, all in the car mad (why?)
Keep bringin’ up hoes from the past
I told her shut up and bought her a bag (lil bitch)
Then I proceed to get to the cheese
My pockets on full but my tank on E
I walk around with all this goddamn money
I don’t need no teller, got the bank on me (hey)
They like how I’m dressin’ (I’m dressin’, I’m stylin’)
Racks bleu cheese (racks blue, ooh)
Water, water on me (swim and splash)
These blue seas (ocean)
Yellow my diamonds, they butter (ugh)
I’m in the coupe with the cutter
Nut on her face, I’ma slut her (ugh)
Then celebrate to her brother (hah)
I got my name out the concrete (concrete)
You in the back like the carseat (pussy)
Paint you a picture, artist
Might show my bitch on my IG (hey)
She topped me out of a knapsack (hey)
These bitches poison, anthrax (hey)
I want that cap like a snapback (ugh)
Let me record it on Snapchat (snap)

[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

[Verse 2]
I might just make her my missus (wifey)
Get her some ass and some titties (surgery)
Then I’ma Rollie her wrists (bust down)
I’ll have her shit on these bitches (ugh)
She want the dick from the front (front)
She gon’ make your boy give her the junk
He can’t make a hit like a blunt (so what?)
So he tryin’ publicity stunt
I know that you notice me (notice me)
These bitches all over me like I was Jodeci (singer)
Got the stick in the coat with me (coat with me)
It ain’t no foldin’ me, it ain’t no ho in me
I’ma break the social sites, ridin’ in a creature, parasite
Look how my teeth flare at night
Ruger, NuNu, scary sight (bop bop)

[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

Wale – All Star Break Up Lyrics

Wale – All Star Break Up Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If my pride was aside, I probably would text you first
But, If you could die from a broken heart you would drive a hearse
Cause, every guy that has ever found you attractive and acted on it
Back pedals much after, that’s when you’ve shown your worth
And I heard you love NBA niggas and
Now, you could track how much them niggas make and make rounds
At the All-Star break of day or so by valentine’s
So my advice if shorty doesn’t know the game she gaming y’all
And this valentine’s, dollar signs have you satisfied
The Gold’s Peak add a rollie and fashion nova ad
And that don’t mean to talk to you like a ho cause nah
We both do what we want but if I want you
I must want you bad, right

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[Pre-Hook]
Just saying, right
Your friends all getting married but yeah right
It’s scary, right
That’s real life
You might just catch you a spirit, you praying right

[Hook]
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in

[Verse 2]
Look
Pardon this pessimistic
Message I’m representing
Yes yes, i know this bitch
I mean woman, I was getting reckless
But hol up lemme get one second
I spent so much in Fendi
She know I’m cool with Robyn
She bother me for the Fenty yeah
I’m trying to block the part of my heart that thrives on your affection
You tried the love it’s not enough, it’s cars, it’s money, attention
But, I’m way too flawed to judge you
And I do my part to push you
Father and father from me from my broads and all my problems
She say look ‘le I’m sorry, my plane leaves in the morning
I’m trying to hit some parties, hit Staples for the performances
Maybe I’ll see you Monday, thanks for this box of chocolates and
Roses you hold before me but court seats could get me 40
Thousand likes on my IG, someone I like just invited me
Plus I’m not even wifey, plus you 5’9 he’s a giant no
Baby mama, I might could just make a blog and get popular
Let’s hold a 40 before us but fame and fortune excites me
My valentine

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[Outro]
I don’t believe in valentines
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines
You ever lost your main jawn to a point guard or a small forward
I don’t believe in
I find it funny Cupid’s busiest days, four days before the All-Star
It was fun while it lasted
I don’t believe in

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Lil Reese & Tee Grizzley – Ready 4 Real

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Bro in the back and he loading the steel
He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
Cause I know that he tryna kill
You niggas playin’, ain’t ready to die
Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin’ bitches, when I say I’m ridin’ with the twins
Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin’ cameras, when I say I’m ridin’ with the lens

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Off the lean and the drink that’s a pour-up (pour up)
.40 on a nigga when we roll up (roll up)
Can’t control us (nah)
Smokin’ on the opp when we roll up (roll up)
Shit got tough I ain’t fold up (fold up)
Stackin’ all this money from the floor up (floor up)
Still in the hood and I blew up (blew up)
300 with me and I roll up (roll up)
Me and Tee Grizzley won’t slow up (nah)
Too much money can’t control us (nah)
Too many young niggas rollin’ (rollin’)
All of these young niggas blowin’ (blowin’)
All of these hoes be goin’ (goin’)
All my guns they blowin’ (blowin’)
I remember I ain’t had none (none)
Young nigga I ain’t had none (none)
Tryna turn none into some (some)
Me know I’ma make some (make some)
Me know I’ma take some (take some)
Me know I’ma shake some (shake some)
Get caught don’t say none (none)
Most of them gon say some
Chill ‘fore lil bro fade some
I caught the chills when he shot the mac
Shit gon happen then it’s that (then it’s that)
Knew I’m gon ride for my set (you know it)
Smokin’ on loud that’s a fact (dope)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Niggas only thugs on the net (on the what)
Before I got verified, I had a check
A-R pistol make a mess of your flesh
2,000 pills, turn around with them racks (them racks)
I’m strapped, he strapped too (strapped too)
Blow strapped, Reese strapped too (glizzy’s)
Manny strapped cause niggas fu (boy)
Don’t let IG get you blew (bitch)
Watch me go in for the kill (for the kill)
Go anywhere cause I’m trill (I’m trill)
Ice hit in the dark cause it’s real (it’s ice)
Watch who you shoot they’ll tell (what)
Don’t give a fuck about 12 (naw)
Got niggas locked up in cells (free the real)
So don’t think that you safe in jail
Don’t say free bruh if you ain’t send no mail (bitch)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Bro in the back and he loading the steel
He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
Cause I know that he tryna kill
You niggas playin’, ain’t ready to die
Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin’ bitches, when I say I’m ridin’ with the twins
Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin’ cameras, when I say I’m ridin’ with the lens