Juice WRLD – Flaws and Sins Lyrics



[Intro]
Vibe on this bitch
[?]
Nah, in the room
Oh
Uh

[Verse 1]
You work numbers, work wonders
You done woke me up from my eternal slumber
I’m the lightning, you’re the thunder
There’s a difference between I need you and I want you
Girl I need you, good sex
Let the conversations get a little deeper
Now tell me your darkest secrets, shit you wouldn’t even tell Jesus
My karma been tweaking so much I don’t even believe in karma
Just give me a reason to thank god for all these recent falls
Percocet 30, I’ve been eating off
I’ve been chilling out on the drugs since you’ve been involved
Suck it like its [?], fuck me like its [?]
No protection on my heart god damnit I’m gon’ hit it raw
Traumatized from my past yeah I keep it [?]
In my mind, in my head where that shit belong
They say you after my bread, shit I hope they wrong
You already ran up them bands we could have a ball
Hit it from the back, [?], call a play, huddle up
This that, good luck, in the bedroom
Fuck you in the Prada, feels like Lady Gaga
Ride it like a monster, zoom zoom zoom

[Chorus]
I’m all I’m really all in
In love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
Ain’t that a really weird way to give complements
’m all I’m really all in
I fell in love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
I see the light and not the darkness

[Verse 2]
Woah



Grammy’s Announces Star-Studded Lineup Including Childish Gamino & Lady Gaga



The Grammy’s announced on Thursday a star-studded lineup for this year’s awards show.

The Grammy 60th annual awards will kick off on January 28th with artist which includes Pink, Lady Gaga, Childish Gambino and Big Town. After 15 years the award is finally returning to New York. To Celebrate the return of the awards to the Big Apple, Patti LuPone and Ben Platt will be performing a Broadway tribute. The ceremony will be aired live on CBS on January 28 and will be hosted by James Corden.

Childish Gambino is nominated for 5 awards which includes album of the year, record of the year, Best R&B Song, Best Urban Contemporary Album and Best Traditional Performance for “Redbone”. Lady Gaga earned herself 2 nomination for Best Pop Vocal Album and Best Pop Solo Performance for her album “Joanne”; While Little Big Town is also inline with two nomination, which includes her Taylor Swift-written smashed hit “Better Man”. Pink is up for best pop solo performance for her hit “What About Us”.

Pink has been awarded at the Grammy’s 3 times since being in the music industry. Despite being nominated each year, her last award was in 2011 for Best Pop Collaboration with Vocals, the award is shared with India Arie, Jeff Beck, Herbie Hancock, Oumou Sangare and Seal. More Grammy performers and awardees are to be announced.

Current nominees Childish Gambino (@donaldglover), @ladygaga, @littlebigtown, and @Pink are among the first announced to perform at this year's 60th #GRAMMYs: https://t.co/md1cPLyEoH pic.twitter.com/nYiYQjuNUv

— Recording Academy (@RecordingAcad) January 4, 2018

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Blac Youngsta – Letter To Yo Gotti Lyrics

Fuck up, uhh
Cut that shit up a lil bit
You know, um
I was having uh uh uh uh
I was having
Big homie got it the other day
And we was on the phone talking that shit, you know me
Since I been on the road and shit
I been running so much money off this shit
I just ain’t been having the time to talk to big homie
Like I normally talk to em
But you know
That’s my big brother no matter what man
Dying about it
You know and big homie ask me a question
And and and this shit so funny, you know a nigga got to trip
Nigga smart as a mother fucker
That nigga Gotti ask me
That nigga said uh uh
Young nigga you know who who
Who believed in this shit from the get go?
When I signed your shit
I was like who?
Shit he was like me and you
The only us nigga
That nigga said haha
That nigga said nigga
Me and you the only one believed in you young nigga
Haa, I can’t lie to you
I got to keep it G with you
I told him say no more haha
You know uhh big homie
You know uh
I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciate you for uh
Changing my life around
Give me a shot where I could put my niggas in position
And take care of my family you know
Any nigga play with Gotti
Imma clear the scene (Fuck nigga lil nigga)
Signed with CMG nigga that was my dream, yeah
I done seen like a whole whole lot of things
I done took a whole lot of beans with my [?] yeah
I appreciate you big homie
For everything that you done
I just want to let you know I’m riding with you with a lot of more than love
I just want to let you know Imma protect you from anything tryna that come
I just wanna thank you cuz you took me out the slums
Real nigga
I was riding around with a trunk full of CD’s in it
A lot of nigga’s they ain’t see my vision the ain’t believe in me
If you ain’t starve with me then you know god damn well you ain’t eating with me
A lot of niggas they was greedy, they ain’t want to feed me
Can’t believe them niggas tried to leave me
Hold up, wait up nigga
I play with hoes, I don’t play with niggas
I don’t shake hands
I don’t have conversations with niggas
Fuck them niggas I’ll spray them niggas
I ain’t trying the leave the game, sit on the bench
I ain’t tryna trade places with niggas
I ain’t doing you no favor nigga
Nah, for what?
Niggas said they want my head
[?] but it was still some love
So they said the want me dead
Tell them niggas hurry up
Tell them I don’t give a fuck
Tell that bitch I wanna fuck
I just want to burn her head up
I got niggas in the feds stuck (Lil bitch)
And I hate when the police put me in them handcuffs (them dicks)
And I know them niggas hating on me they can’t stand us
If you try to reach for my chain
Yall i’ll shoot a fan up
I’ll still fuck Lady Gaga if she had cancer
I remember I was broke (broke)
I was sleeping on the floor (floor)
I ain’t have nowhere to go
I ain’t got to sleep on the floor no more
I could afford me a home now
I ain’t serving out the foam now
I could afford to get you gone now
Aye, I remember when I first signed CMG
You know, I walked in that mother fucker like I just ran some shit
And big homie, I remember you looking like
The fuck wrong with this young nigga
The fuck he coming here talking about
What he finna do
How this shit gone go
This how…
The fuck?
And and and I seen this bald head nigga besides you
I was I like who the fuck this nigga is?
And you was that my lil cousin [?]
And I had already been familiar with him and shit
Cuz I been seeing him through in and out your career and shit
And I was like I want that nigga to manage me
Fuck that, and you was looking like what the fuck?
You was like man look right here
I ain’t letting this nigga go
I could tell, I could tell
And I was like I want that nigga to manage me
I want a new booking for him
I want a check that gon change my whole life around
I want to act like I got money
And and and really be broke
And I think the biggest debate about everything
You gave me the check with no problems
But you gave me a hard time getting beat nigga haha
I’l never forget that shit nigga
I knew he was good nigga
He value to your shit, and you ain’t want to let em go
But I respect you
And I appreciate you for letting him go
You help me make my shit come true
Make my shit big you know
I’m the biggest artist that ah ever hit CMG…facts
Dropped out of high school
Graduated the streets
Got to thank god a nigga got in my teacher
And you can’t thank god only when you need em

Now I love that hoe shit sheisty
It my bitch, fiesty
It my wrist icy
They locked my nigga up
Gave him six lifies
If you a fuck nigga?
You might dislike me
Yeah

I’m in Dubai with your bitch ass up
Don’t you rob that nigga bare face
Young nigga you better mask up
My grandma told me pull my pants up
She said god got the answer
Every time I think about my brother
I’m pouring lean in the phantom
(Rest in peace [?])
My young nigga beat his case
All these tats on my face
I can’t go and get a job
I had no choice but to make it
Lamborginni with the door
Are your sure you want to race
I told that bitch she got to go
Slammed the door in her face
You ain’t rob nobody
You ain’t shot nobody
Nobody nigga, nobody nigga
You ain’t even nobody
This shit was a dream at first
We was all friends at first
I just want to know why you changed homie?
You was on my team at first
We was buddy buddy
We would talk to hoes
We was Kid Cudi
We was dressing alike we was going to school
Acting like we was twin brothers
I would never fuck with you or trust you homie
But I still love you
And if your son even need me homie
Let him know I’m there for you
Their aunty, their mother, forever I’ll love you
When you lost your son I shed a tear for you
Rest in peace [?]
I got shot three times
They tried to put me to rest
It wasn’t time for me to leave
Cuz the lord wanna let me live
You know, I seen that shit like a long time ago and shit
When I use to be there, go down the street
And beat on beat on church wild and shit
And umm hear my freestyles and shit
You know what I’m taking about?
Niggas use to laugh at me and shit
And and and they thought, they thought that shit was funny
You know but I always told niggas, I will be that nigga one day
Know what I’m talking about?
Just wait and see
And umm, look at me now
I grew up poor my nigga, but I’m rich as fuck now
I made a way for my family
When you born rich
You ain’t gon be broke when you get older nigga
Cuz you ain’t got no hustle about yourself
Ain’t nobody thought you how to go get it
Know what I’m saying
So I grew up poor and broke
I slept on the floor
I work for food my nigga
So what that tell ya
Imma be rich forever
CMG

Tracy T – Choices (feat. Rick Ross & Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Tracy T]
Came through red eyes no jetlag
Geeked off the money this a 100k cash
Niggas they be talking but this’ what the K said
Prrt prrt get the pigeon no J peck
My glory, gave everything I had but now what you got for me?
Took the stairs no elevator [?]
Game enforced it
Just another nigga want the Bentley and the Porsches
Trynna travel overseas shit that ain’t work fuck it that ain’t work
No tour no bonjour I’m back on the turf
Probation hating a nigga trynna bet theyself
Baby mama been spiteful ‘cause I never was there
But see they wanted to be some but I’m the one that they blame
Know these hoes ain’t playing fast it’s all a part of the game
I got a M for dumb shit and not a problem with pain
‘Cause in the end pain came with everything that I gained

[Hook: Tracy T]
Everybody got choices
Want the Bentleys or the Porsches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the [?])
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choices

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Everybody got choices
Even playing field could have all had Rolls Royces
Diamonds and pearls have more oysters
The money counting scream heard more voices
Plain jane protects cost more than that hollow shit you niggas flex (yes!)
I tell shit what’s next
Tell you how to dress and where the cocaine invests
Nigga grab your vest
Young niggas ain’t playing and they’ aim ain’t the best
That’s what I call Generation X
E-pills or the D get the whole alphabet
Push! G63’s we put baby mothers at ease
Drug dealer disease
Addicted to the money like the air that I breathe

[Hook: Tracy T]
Everybody got choices
Want the Bentleys or the Porsches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the [?])
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choices

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
10 commandments on these 36 ounces
Real life I got 36 houses (next move)
To the mansion in the mountains (baws)
Couple ice Mountain Dew and them bouncers
All black when I deal with these accountants
Off balance then you fuck with my allowance
All facts get you whacked for a thousand
The bottles all black stacks on the couches (baws)
Fi-fi-five hundred for the drive-by
On the plug with in a motherfucking [?]
You come and take me from the sideline
Condo right next to Lady Gaga’s
Branzino on a grill
Sip syrup spending millions on the pills
In the city no [?]
ATL my first trap was in Mechanicville

[Hook: Tracy T]
Everybody got choices
Want the Bentleys or the Porsches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the [?])
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choices

French Montana – LockJaw (Clue Radio Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – DJ Khaled & Jeezy)
This the remix
It be hard to watch the 10 when the haters keep watching
Clue, what’s happening?
Woo, woo
Remix

(Chorus – Kodak Black and French Montana & Jeezy)
It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep dropping, Straight up
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep falling
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking, Yeah
I ain’t even tryna talk cause my jaw keep locking
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep popping, That’s the one
Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knocking, Yeah
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep locking, Y’all know what’s happening ni**a
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking, Snow
Bite down, bite down, Low key, this your block
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Rest in peace, Bankroll Fresh, you know
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking

(Verse 1 – Jeezy)
It be hard to throw it to em when the 100 keep sticking
Got some ni**as out in Tampa, yeah they banned Scottie Pippen
In the rari, by him damn self, boy, Jeezy tripping
And it’s candy apple red, see I thought that he Cripping
Y’all gon have to body me, I got hitters on my side
It’s a fact motherf**ker, your baby mama on my timeline
Yeah bi**h, I run my city like a motherf**king primetime
Prime 1 12, South Beach, I like to find out
You rappers on that rap sheet, know it’s rich before that
That Draco in the drop top, screaming free Kodak
She gone off the Xannies, got my head down her panties
She say her name Lateesha, why I keep on saying Tammy

(Chorus – Kodak Black and French Montana)
It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep dropping
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep falling
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
I ain’t even tryna talk cause my jaw keep locking
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep popping
Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knocking
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep locking
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking

(Verse 2 – Rick Ross)
Know I gotta hold it down, with my dogs, doing time
Money order’s in his name and his daughter’s doing fine
Real estate for the seize, Bo Jackson in his prime
Chi line with the heat, Jordan, number 9s
On the first day, she got me 2 pairs of the 3 stripes
Nicki watching me and Meek shooting with 3 dice
Helicopter pads, Ferarris with 3 pipes
Gaston called for the models, party for 3 nights
Bottles and Corvettes, importing at cheap price
Flow’s old school, I’m close to a D Nice
Ay, I’m at awards, all the homies seats nice
Lady Gaga seen a boss, didn’t even think twice

(Verse 3 – Kodak Black & French Montana)
I chew your lil’ mup, I’ll boot a ni**a up
Got them snipers in the dually truck and we tooly’d up
I be tryna change my life , but a monkey on my back
I’ve been rolling all night, I got a monkey on my back
skrrr, skrrr
All about the mula
Throw a hundred chains on, tryna cool off
I know a ni**a blessed, pray to God
Soon as the floor hits my feet I’m getting high
Eyes bowleg, looking crooked in the face
She keep looking in her drink
Probably think the liquor laced
Nah bi**h, I’m 1K
And I’ma keep it one hundg though
Biting down, bout to rip my tongue off

(Chorus – Kodak Black and French Montana)
It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep dropping
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep falling
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
I ain’t even tryna talk cause my jaw keep locking
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep popping
Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knocking
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep locking
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking