Jay-Z – Blue’s Freestyle



[Blue Ivy:]
Everything everything this my only single thing
Everything I hear is my answer
And if you think I say, then innocent if I say?
I never hear that, I be in the posse
Never seen a ceiling in my whole life
Everything I seen, everything is rotten
Never sit in silence, innocent is Carter
Innocent we seek them
I and say we see them
Everything I [?], everything I [?]
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka
Everything in shaka, everything in faka
Everything in shaka, everything in faka

[We Family]

[Jay-Z:]
I got bloodlines in Benin, that explains the voodoo
Got poison in my pen, thank god for Lulu
And thank the heavens for BB, her Creole roots run deeply
I’m crazy, you ever leave me I might have to put on a gris-gris
Spell for us to stay together
Facelessness
Maison Margiela embracing

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family

‘Cause more than ever we gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
More than ever my niggas gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
Already ahead of your end, in the foreign bumping Fela, feel me?
Was out in Havana when that had that banned forever, feel me?
Fuck embargoes, I’m a narco
Colombian ties, shout out to Dapo
OG Juan also

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family

Feel me?
All the fellas from the favelas ’round me, feel me?
Lagos, all the barrios ’round me, feel me?
Bismillah, all the gods around me
Mexicanos ain’t building fucking walls around me

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family

I feel like Ali
Viet Cong never done shit to me, feel me?
More worried about Trump than anyone overseas, feel me?
I’m out in the art clubs in London sipping tea, feel me?
I’m out in Michelangelos in FTs

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family, feel me?



Quality Control – Bosses Don’t Speak Lyrics



[Intro]
Can’t go out there playin’ when you see us young rich niggas
Droppin’ straight cash on whips, flooded ice
I know you like, “How the fuck these niggas got so much drip?”
Hundred thousand dollar watches
Three point five million dollar cribs and shit
Check the Forbes list, nigga

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
All of my bitch ain’t a hundred (no)
Oh yeah, my wrist cost a hundred (hundred)
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (hundreds)
I’ll take your life for this money (brrt)
I took the top of the coupe, it’s insane (woo)
I did this shit for the pain (pain)
Boarding a private plane (plane)
Audemar Pig’ with the skeleton plain (woo)
Put her on X, put her on percs (perky)
There go Set, baller alert (brrt)
Don’t sip liquor, I’m only on syrup (nah, mud)
Put the dope in your hand, want the money on the first (yeah)
I got a bag of the lotto, the cookie, the sherbert (bag)
It’s a murder on the Nawf and they try to put me in the verdict
I got the birdies, ballin’ like Julius Erving (brrt)
Cookin’ it early, dope get to singin’ like Shirley
Got thirties on thirties, we callin’ them thirties Steph Curry
Don’t talk to me dirty ’cause my niggas goin’ seven thirty
Gave her the pink molly, told a bitch yeah it’s Kirby (molly)
I’ma just fuck her three times and then I’ma curve it (smash, smash)
Oh my God, she said her feelings is hurtin’ (oh my God, woah)
Shut the fuck up lil’ thotty, suck it and slurp it (shh, shh, ehh)
Where was everybody when I was just hurtin’? (where, where)
Only the gang survived, it’s family first

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Oh my God, I bought a foreign and Dodge (oh my God)
Oh my God, I had a foreign menage (oh my, oh my God)
Oh my God, thought you were real, you ‘flauge
Bullets fly and then you flee, nigga we seen your heart
Iced teeth (ice), cellphone beep (brrt, brrt)
Fight me, body bag sheets (body bag)
Am I geeked? Bitch I might be (stupid bitch)
Chanel seats, mansion twelve thousand square feet (yeah)
Once I beat, I tell that bitch to stay away from me (beat it)
I’m not talkin’ ’bout no thot, I’m talkin’ your favorite piece (I am)
I came from the Nawf then jumped into the Major League (I did)
You ain’t never drove this valet so I keep the key
Said she can’t leave without her friend, I got them knee to knee
When you rich like me, this is what it’s s’posed to be (you do)
Can’t get close to me (no)
Backwoods, roll the leaf (roll it)
I done survived some beef (survived)
Now I can massage my seats (massage)

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

Johnny Drama – Loft letras

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me, can’t get her off (x2)

[Verse 1]
Eh, we gon’ count it up tonight (cash, cash )
If she really down, i put her on a flight (ooh, flight)
I’m in that big body and I make a right (ooh, I swerve)
If you do me wrong you can’t make it right
Ahh, [?] man I’m counting fetti (counting guap)
I just fucked her best friend now she getting petty (smash)
Going city after city, my name getting heavy
In that [?], got me always ready
Man the flow has always been on sick shit (sick shit)
They say if it ain’t broke then don’t fix it (don’t fix it)
Only strap that I got is my kick shit
Maison Margiela, that some real shit
But to tell the truth, I don’t wanna kick it
Drive so fast might get a ticket
Off the drank and now she with it
I push it to the limit

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me can’t get her off (x2)

[Verse 2]
Got that bitch on me (got that bitch)
Want that verse for me, I don’t work for free
I do it so much (do this shit)
She wanna look, and she wanna touch
Try to tell ya’, I don’t give a fuck (i don’t give a fuck)
Going hard, ain’t even on no drugs (ain’t no drugs
Got her cloths so scattered on the rug
Off that liqueur, it’s all in my blood (in my blood)
I stay true that real shit in my blood (in my blood)
I never question, I knew who I was (who I was)
When I’m on the stage I get a rush (get a rush)
[?], boy I swear that trust

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me can’t get her off (x2)