G Herbo – Focused Lyrics



[Intro]
Yeah, [?]
Know I’m in Miami right now, this the Miami section, it’s real
It’s the L.A. section [?]
Man, my niggas [?]
We on that gang shit, [?]
We on all that flashin’ too
They rock with [?]
Put Maison Margielas on, we callin’ the caps

[Verse]
I rock that Gucci shit and Prada (ayy)
Hit the scene lookin’ like a million dollars
I was dead broke, made no excuses
Fuck, nigga, I don’t wanna hear about it (’bout it)
I was on the block, you ain’t care ’bout it
When they killed Rock you ain’t care ’bout it (care ’bout it)
Now I’m on top, tell me how, nigga lookin’ for me
Turn my phone off on everybody
Since then [?] b’s, b’s
[?] up with a red lighter
Keep your bitch on her knees
She ain’t got potential to wife her but fuck it, I head like it (woo)
Bitch ain’t fuckin’, why you on my bed like it?
[?] tonight, she ‘a get excited (bitch)
When the cops come, yeah, you better hide it (bitch)
Bitch, don’t come here ‘less you’re invited (bitch)
Yeah, it’s that nigga again, now that nigga again back on business again, ayy
Handle your business, young man, how you do all that shit independent, and win? Ayy
Count up them digits again, every month I get residuals in
Here for the hustlers, stack all the shit that come in, and take care of your mama (take care of your mama)
Take care of your children, take care of your nigga, stay out that drama (for real)
Go watch everybody, the moment they do somethin’ funny, then fuck it (for real)
Nigga run up on you, then buck it (for real)
Kill a fuck nigga, it’s nothin’ (ayy)
Wanna rob with me? It’s nothin’
Ran it up, a milli with nothin’ (with nothin’)
I don’t cooperate with the police, I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’ (I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’)
I’ma blow this bitch in public, fuck it
Yeah, it ain’t no discussion
I ain’t with none of the bluffin’
I ain’t with the yellin’ and arguin’, fightin’ and tussin’ (yeah)
I’ma just up, get the buster (buster), buyin’ out whatever, who want it? (who want it?)
Nigga want smoke, we on it (we on it)
I don’t never see no opponents (I don’t never see no opponents)
That’s how I always got what I wanted
That’s why I spent racks when I want it (spent racks when I want it)
Nigga reach for my PC, get gunned (get gunned)
I dare a fuck nigga who wanna? (wanna, yeah)
And I put in work by my lone (my lone)
Get put on a shirt if you wanna (get put on a shirt)
Whole lotta haters, I know it (I know)
Wish I still had work on the corner (wish I had work on the corner)
I [?] problem is money (money)
In the stu’, gotta look twenty [?] (gotta look twenty [?])
In the field gotta watch for the phonies
Kobe told me to watch for the homies
Know right know I just gotta stay focused (stay focused)
Dip for somethin’ on the block for the homies (uh)

[Chorus]
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)



Kali Uchis – Miami lyrics



(feat. BIA)

[Intro: Kali Uchis]
Kali Uchis
BIA
Las cabroncitas
Bienvenidos a Miami

[Verse 1: Kali Uchis]
I can feel it in the air, ooh, Miami
(Miami, Miami, Miami, Miami)
How you pay off all them bills? (How?) Ooh, her panties
(How you gonna pay ’em all?)
When I was just a little girl (I was just a little girl)
Had my sight set on a bigger world
Got myself a visa
And started catching flights to where the grass is greener

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite

[Verse 2: Kali Uchis]
Ain’t here to be cute, I ain’t here to impress
(No, no, no, no, no)
You know why I’m calling, I’m here to collect
(You now what I came for, I’m here to collect)
They look at me funny when I write a check
‘Cause they assumed I would be paying in sex
(Miami, Miami)
And I was looking for a job, and then I found one
(I found one)
He said he’d want me in his video like Bound 1
(Like Bound 1)
But why would I be Kim? I could be Kanye
In the land of opportunity and palm trees

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite

[Bridge: Kali Uchis + BIA]
Don’t do what I’m runnin’ from, but I’m always on the run
Now I can’t afford to look back, back
Hey! (Kali)
I just wanna know (BIA), if you wanna run let’s go

[Verse 3: BIA]
Split fast in the 2-seat, blowin’ Kali Uchis
Prolly with a Fronto, never see me smoke a loosey
Need my money pronto, you don’t wanna see me moody
If you knew me, then you’d probably wanna get to know the new me
Vamo’, pa Miami, how we live la vida loca
Me llamo perico pero no me gusta coca
New vice now I need a blunt with my Mimosa
Never get it twisted, ain’t too bougie for Corona
With a lime on the side, I bring my sand to the trap
‘Cause my baggage is way too expensive to pack
I be ten toes down, two hands in the bag
‘Cause when you fast forward you don’t ever look back, uh

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite

[produced by: David Andrew Sitek, Om’Mas Keith & DJ Dahi]

Playboi Carti – Top Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
What? Huh?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

[Verse]
Griping that nine till I die
Made my first mill in July
Fucked that lil bitch till she cry
I’m in Miami like Plies
Eighty-one thousand that right, eighty-one thousand that mike
Working that bitch and get right
I call up Elliot twice
I get that bitch and get right
I put that bih on that dope
I get that dope that she like
Yeah, Yeah Ball like a bank
These niggas they bite
They takin’ my swag they swipe
VVS diamonds, I’m in the bed with the dentist
Back-to-back like tennis
I’m in the spot like a chemist
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

Playboi Carti – Home (KOD) Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 1]
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don’t wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes
Changin’ mood swings, you got me on those
We gettin’ back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it’s a fact though
You like the cash girl, you helped the cash grow
You drivin’ Lambos, with some leg room
Girl, I’m waiting on you, bring that bag home (ooh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 2]
She don’t play with bitches, she don’t play with hoes
Yeah she wit the shit, she might kill a hoe
Get this hit by Carti?, Yeah my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami, on a fuckin’ boat
With some ball players she left them niggas broke
She said “text my phone”, Tell me I’m alone
I respond back, “When you comin’ home?”
She respond back, “I was in my zone”
The money counter on, the money counter on
Hold up, what you talkin’ bout, come here
Girl I’m waitin’ on you
Bring that bag home

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

Enrique Iglesias & Pitbull – Move To Miami

[Enrique Iglesias:]
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy)
Her body got me tipsy
I should take a step back, fall back
This girl got me feelin’ risky
She ready for the taking
And I got the motivation (yeah!)
‘Cause when you see her dance there’s a chance
You might not come home from vacation

[Pitbull, Enrique:]
And if you look you’ll fall in love
She got that ass, she make it clap
She’ll leave you shook
And now you hooked
The way she dance
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Hook: Enrique]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Uh yeah!
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Enrique:]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, we gon’ party
Freakin’ every weekend, baby, we just getting started
Y síguete moviento que todo’ te ‘tán viendo
Damn, you got me, girl, that body’s built like a Bugatti

[Pitbull, Enrique:]
And if you look you’ll fall in love (fall in love)
She got that ass, she make it clap (make it clap)
She’ll leave you shook
And now you hooked (now you hooked)
The way she dance
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Hook: Enrique]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Yeah!
Uh yeah!
(Yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Pitbull:]
What happens in Miami, never happened
She said “No hands”, booty still clapping
She wanna be Eve, baby, here’s an apple
Welcome to the booty shakin’ capital
M I A!
Where the mamis off the chain
Where the mamis get loose
Where the mamis don’t play
Where their body’s like “Boom!”
Where their booty’s like “Bang!”
Ya tú sabe’, man

[Enrique, Pitbull:]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Yeah!
Uh yeah!
(Yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Uh yeah!
(Uh, yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami

She gon’ make you move to Miami

Bebe Rexha – No Broken Hearts (feat. Nicki Minaj) lyrics

[Intro: Bebe Rexha + Nicki Minaj]
Oh baby, oh baby I know that you’ve been hurting
(This is a star studded collaboration)
Oh baby, oh baby I know that you’ve been hurting
I’m Nicki Minaj, that’s Bebe, let’s go

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
We going straight to Miami
Hop on a plane don’t need no plans
Shining so hard like a Grammy
Forget all the players what they did
We gonna be buying the drinks, we gonna be buying the drinks
Line up the bottles, line up the models, we gonna forget everything

[Pre-Hook: Bebe Rexha]
Oh ain’t nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don’t feel a thing, just feel the champagne
If you’re feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha]
We gonna do it real biggie
Sky is the limit in this town
We taking over the city
We too high to bring us down
We gonna do what we do, we gonna do what we do
Three in the morning, four in the morning, meet you for eggs in the morning

[Pre-Hook: Bebe Rexha]
Oh ain’t nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don’t feel the shame, just feel the champagne
If you’re feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Ay yo Bebe, anybody hatin’ need a pee pee
Sip a little Myx, pop pills till I’m sleepy
I’m the one that bust it open out in Waikiki
Pull up in the Ghost, I’m creepy
They don’t want beef, we proved it
Niggas better keep it on wax like a Q-tip
Keep his dick wetter than the cruise ship
Flower than a tulip, flyer than your new bitch
I do’s it, yup I’m up two zip
Girls is my sons, I’m giving them milf teas
They be sweatin’ me, headbands and gym tees
Like bad knees on Dirk Nowitzki’s, it is going down like M. Lewinsky’s
Wrist freeze yep my wrist on pink skis
Ring finger be shitting on my pinky’s
Make em mad, aww man I got them hating bad
Blood clot money green like Jamaican flags

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

Lady Leshurr – Black Panther Lyrics

[Intro]
Si mi nuh, yo

[Verse]
It’s the L.L., brr, shots with a bally
I wish a gyal wood, no chalet
Trust I got the keys like a valet, heat like Miami
Free throw on ’em, Dwayne Wade on the gyally
Um, that’s a 3-second violation
Airball and my team stay annihilating
Trust, so I really don’t know why ya hating
‘Cause you copy so much, you’d think we’re Siamese twins
Look, feel me nuh, all them other gyal, dem are regular
Hear me nuh? On the radio or a video
Si mi nuh? All these likkle gyal better simmer down
Inferior, she ain’t the real ting, I’m the original
Hit it up, he want the Kitty Kat, make him break it down
Tippy-toe, ride it like a horse, tell her “giddy-up”
Benover, gyal ah tear it up, gyal ah rip it up
Go deh gyal, look nuh, gyal ah catch Chlamydia
Dutty gyal, tell a gutter gyal leave the area
Stutter gyal, eye ah flutter gyal, mi nuh ‘fraid ah ya
Dig you out the grave I put you in and rebury ya
That’s the only time you’ll be all over social media
Banter, what you rep for? What you stand for?
I be at your door like a delivery from Asda
Hamper, blacking out, looking like a panther
I will backhand her straight to Wakanda
Rasta, I will blast her, mi ah di master
Casper, mi duppy down, gyal the body snatcher
Dashed her in a trash-bag, come and grab that
Bad gyal vers’ a dead gyal is a disaster
Actor, cut the chapter, mi didn’t cast her
Fracture, put the gas up in Madagascar
Scratch that, give ’em airtime, when I’m here they like
“Asthma! I got asthma! I got asthma!”
Killing all a dem becah mi no seh mi bad
Quick tings and never slowly, don’t have to lie to be cozy
Holy moly, I’ll spin a gyal quicker than roly-poly
All and only, I’m bigger than him and her and totally
On the ball like Kobe, they taking shots, well, I’m the goalie
All your team is phony, I think you know it, I know you know it
And you low on money, you gon’ need mo’, you finding Dory
“What’s the story” like an episode of Balamory, ayy

[Chorus]
They don’t wanna mess becah mi cold, yeah, mi real-la-la
Everybody knows I got the flow and the skill-la-la
Man are even hating on the girl, better chill-la-la
Man are even hating on the girl, seen
They don’t wanna mess becah mi cold, yeah, mi real-la-la
Everybody knows I got the flow and the skill-la-la
Man are even hating on the girl, better chill-la-la
Man are even hating on the girl, seen

[Outro]
Wakanda forever
Wakanda forever
Wakanda forever
Wakanda forever
Wakanda forever
Wakanda forever
Wakanda forever
Wakanda forever

Yemi Alade – Bum Bum

Ewo, Ewo
One for the party,
Two for the, two for the money

Three for the, three for the honey
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
See, see me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Eh, me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Wey dey, go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up
Eh, say me I like to party
With Rashida and Nancy
See me, see me why me
Hold on not talking in bottles
Eh, eh say I like to party
With Shakira and Beyoncé for Miami
Eh, eh, eh I like to chill oh
Chilling with [?]
Go down when the music come up,
We dey turn up like say we are
Turn up when the come up, we are dadadidiri oh eh
One for the party
Two for the Shawty,
Three for the shake your bum, bum, bum, bum
See, see me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Eh, eh me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Wey dey go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up eh
See me whine, see me digbi low
See me dance to reggae and calypso
At all, at all na im bad oh
Follow me one day you go enjoy oh
Alhaja spray your money, make all the girls them worry
Oh baby make we jolly, today, today I naughty
Go down when the music come up
We dey turn up like say we are [?]
Turn up when the music come up,
We are dadadidiri oh eh
One for the party
Two for the Shawty,
Three for the shake your bum, bum, bum, bum
See, see me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Eh, me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Wey dey, go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up
Mmmm, see I like the way you looking at me
Abeg look with [?]
Go down, swah
Go down to the rhythm and the bass
Oh Jor, eh Jor, oh jor, jor, jor, jor, jor
One for the party,
Two for the, two for the money
Three for the, three for the honey
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
One for the money,
Two for the, two for the money
Three for the, three for the shawty
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
Eh, eh me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Eh, me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Wey dey go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Yemi Alade
Yemi Alade
Efizzy Baby

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the [?]
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

Flo Rida – Dancer

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, used ride on the metro
Had a dream of diamonds and stilettos
First class in Miami from the West Coast
Never wanted to be homecoming queen
Not just another girl in the strip club
Working hard, not a dollar’s gonna miss her
Big, big bags, I’m gonna tip her
Making sure she’s gonna come home with me

[Pre-Chorus]
One money, two honey
How much can I throw?
And for her I can’t say no
I won’t let go

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a

[Verse 2]
It’s 3AM and we’re only getting started
In the cab on the way to your apartment
Tonight you made the killing cause you’re gorgeous
Yeah, we’re gonna have a hell of a time
Blew hunneds everywhere like a cartoon
Ooh baby, I can’t take my eyes off you
Give it to me like yo mamma never taught you
I’ll make it rain for the rest of your life

[Pre-Chorus]
One money, two honey
How much can I throw?
And for her I can’t say no
Oh, I won’t let go

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a…

[Bridge]
Nothing gets me going like when she put on a show
Ain’t ashamed to say it, I’ll let everybody know
You don’t have to say no words, you let your body speak
Baby I don’t care, no I don’t care

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a…

Rich Homie Quan – Changed

[Intro]
If you ever thought I was going broke
You thought wrong, my nigga
If you ever think I was falling off
Fuck you then

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

[Verse 1]
We ’bout to party just like Rick James
Oh, now I’m up by Biscayne
Albert Einstein, I’m insane
But I’m a fool with them numbers on the corner with some lumber
In the trap, got off a whole thang
I flushed it all when them folks came
Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten
Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement
I wasn’t in the club, put it up, I was saving
Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
Came home, saw a million, then I made some
Never switch it up, I’m the same Quan

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

[Verse 2]
My only friend is a Ben Frank
I wanted money just like Kinte
Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
Told mama close the door, ’cause I’m jumpin’ off the porch
My only mission is to get paid
Lock that money in a big safe
Ain’t no tint up on the cars, so I know they know it’s me
I ain’t never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep
I put a lil’ money in my smile, that the reason I show my teeth
And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month just to roll up my weed
I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga?
Money made, but I’m the same me, nigga

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

Beres Hammond Ready To Perform With Buju Banton

Beres Hammond and Buju Banton on the same stage would be one for the ages.

Buju Banton is a few months away from being released from prison and several local promoters are already gearing up for his return to the musical scene. One thing is for sure, his first concert will be a grand affair. Reggae legend Beres Hammond has already indicated that he wants to share the stage with the Gargamel and he doesn’t care where the show will be.

Beres and Buju have collaborated on a number of singles over the years including “Pull It Up” and “Who Sey (Big Man Don’t Cry).” The two singers have remained closed friends outside of working together musically. Buju Banton, whose real name is Mark Myrie, is currently in the final year of his 10-year prison sentence in Florida for drug trafficking. He is slated for release in December of this year.

The last time Buju performed at a concert was in 2011 at a show in Miami during his high profile drug trial. The Grammy-winning reggae singer was convicted on three counts of drug trafficking charges in 2011 and sent to federal prison for 10 years. He appealed the conviction several times over the years but lost on all of his attempts. Since his incarceration, Buju has not released any new music and sources say he has been writing behind bars so you can expect some new music later this year or early next year.

Tinashe – No Drama (feat. Offset)

[Verse 1: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
Said I’m falling off but they won’t JFK me
Tried to be myself but they won’t AKA me
AKA a popstar AKA a problem
AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em
We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana
Bad as a wanna, only chasing gunnas
I need me a side thing, hold the drama
I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up

[Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma (Don’t want no drama-ma)

[Verse 2: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
I got way too many people all my niggas equal
If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels
I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single
Yelling you can’t sit with us, throwing up middle fingers

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset, double R phantom
She like the way I’m dripping organic
Got on my wrist the titanic
Car ride on this shit like a banger
Get high on the perky and Xanax
From the bottom of trip to Miami
When the chopper start kicking is damaged
Got patek on her wrist and her panties
Ain’t no drama
In the back of my maybach
Yeah, iced out summers
Invite your main bitch to a slumber
My money don’t [?]
Fat ass with a flat stomach
We’ll get [?] cross the whole hundred
The coupe fast doing two hundred

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god, oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Outro: Tinashe]
Don’t want no
Don’t want no drama-ma
Yeah, no, no, no
Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no

Cdot Honcho – So Long

I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye

Future & Young Thug – All Da Smoke

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my gear
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have shit (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

Listen Konshens New Single “Execs” On The Gyal Bounce Riddim

Konshens is the leader of the young execs.

The Subkonshus deejay dominated the Gyal Bounce Riddim with some high bars on in a new single “Execs.” The track was produced by Zimi Seh Road Entertainment. “Never see when we a work for so long / Them only see the houses and the cars them and the vans / We a live life and execute big plans / Them a talk bout man life in a them songs / Highlight everything we do wrong we no know whats next,” Konshens rhymes.

Konshens got married to his longtime girlfriend Latoya Wright last month in a lavish ceremony in Miami, Florida. The couple already has a son and the dancehall star has a daughter from a previous relationship.

Listen to the new single “Execs” below.

Rick Ross Reacts To Birdman Defaulting On $12 Million Mansion Loan

Rick Ross is once again trolling Birdman for defaulting on a $12 million loan against his Miami mansion.

Rozay and Baby beef goes back to last year and it seems the MMG rapper is still angry about the Cash Money honcho handling of the Lil Wayne situation. So when Ross got wind of the news about Birdman possibly loosing his mansion in Miami, he pounce on the opportunity to fired off more shots at his enemy.

“Mack Maine let Wayne know you can forget about it $ Bryan can’t pay his rent, someone dm this link,” Rozay wrote on a SnapChat video he posted which includes the screenshot of the story. “You mean you move to Miami take out a loan on the mansion, then took out another loan on the mansion, and you still ain’t paid you lil ni**as,” Rozay said while hinting that Birdman wants to mess up his new girlfriend, Tony Braxton, life. “You ain’t have no money in six-seven years, ni**a. You should have came and borrowed some from Rozay. Now you want to f**k that old lady life up too. You probably borrowing some money from her.”

RELATED: Rick Ross Baby Mama Blast Rapper While Supporting Birdman

Rick Ross then jokingly said that he probably should buy Birdman’s mansion on the water front in Miami and use it to park his boat. This latest response from Rozay comes just two months after he went off on the former Hot Boys rapper for not paying Lil Wayne. “It just ran across my mind like damn I wonder if Birdman paid that man [Lil Wayne] yet, pay that man,” he said in a video posted on social media in October. “Pay that man that man sold a million the first week, god damn what that man got to do to get his money, what that man got to do for you to pay him.”

From the desk of #RickRoss #birdman

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Shy Glizzy – Get It Again Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Hey
Young Jefe
Cardo got wings
Fuck it up, get it again

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
She wanna fuck with a boss
She cannot kick it with him
She wanna fuck a big dog
I told her okay lil baby I’m him
Me and my niggas we ballin’
Fuck around, cut the net off of the rim (swish)
I fuck around, fuck her again (yeah)
Then I fuck around, fuck on her friends
They like who is them niggas right there?
I see all of them dressed in Monclers
I spent twenty bands on my ears (bling bling)
Goddamnit this shit is unfair (goddamn, goddamn)
Play with me nigga, I dare
I highly advise you to stay over there
Got your lil bitch and another lil bitch and they all in my bed
We layin’ on the spread
I am the Louboutin don
I’m passing my swag to my son
Big booty bitch on my arm
She papi can we go to Milan?
I took that bitch to Miami
Yeah and we stayed at The One
We had to live up on Sunday
I fucked that bitch off the Dom Perignon, uh

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 2: Dave East]
I fell in love with the seats in the Wraith
My lawyer Jewish, I’m beating my case
Hundreds and fifties, we keeping it safe
You say you got pistols, I need ’em today
I don’t feel safe if I ain’t got a pipe
My homie just called me, they just gave him life
I’m tryna give 50K to his lawyer
I hope they appeal that shit like shakin’ dice
Fuck up a check when I run up in Saks
My bitch got my name tatted right on her ass
I used to bag up, go right to the ave
I ain’t have no whip, I got right in the cab
Goin’ for nothing, know I’m with the shit
I like to match up my gun with my fit
Shout out to Glizzy, know I got that glizzy
Got so many diamonds I look like a lick
So many bitches I look like a pimp
We ordering lobster, don’t forget the shrimp
Foreign, I gotta five percent the tint
Every day prayin’, lord forgive my sins
Young nigga risk it all for a Benz
Ain’t got no pal, I’m goin’ to the pen
Baggin’ the powder, blow it in the wind
I’m gon’ get dollars, know I’m ’bout to spend
I gotta get money

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

Drake – Club Paradise

[Verse 1:]
They say that all of yo old girls got somebody new
I say, "damn really? even Rosemary? even Leanne Seely? "
They said, "fuckin right, they were the 1st to go
It’s nothing personal
It’s just that all of them women you slept on were working though,
They was saving up
New niggas came around, they’ve been waking up with,
I swear, you don’t know this city anymore
They might’ve loved you before
But you’re out here doing your thing
They don’t know you… "
Sure they do they’re just not as sincere
It’s crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "why you even give a fuck you not even here"
Well out there there ain’t nothing for me, and I think I need to come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 2:]
I be with my nigga chubbs
He in love with street shit
No wonder why I feel awkward at this fashion week shit
No wonder why I keep fucking up the double cheek kiss
Along for that ignorant Young Money, Miami beach shit
A couple of artists got words for me, that’s never fun
They say it’s on when they see me, that day don’t ever come
I’m never scared, they never real, I never run
When all is said and done, more is always said than done
And I was told once, things will change,
By a nigga named tip when my deal came
Told me it’s all good, even when it feels strange
Now I’m the guy that know strippers by they real names
Rochelle, Jordanne, thick bitches, they just talked me out of 4 grand
How did a pile of kush become the mountain of truth
How did a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth
Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all
Remember how I used to feel at the start of it?
And now I’m living a muthafuckin fairy tale
And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it
Yea, just lie to my ears,
Tell me it feel the same, it’s all I’ve been dying to hear
Lights get low, and that’s when I have my brightest ideas
And I heard my city feel better than ever,
That’s why I gotta come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 3:]
My mother is back to who she was years ago
It’s like a new page me and her are beginning on
I wish she stopped checking up on women I can’t stand
‘Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on
She thinks I’ve become a slave to the wealth
But I’ll never break the promises I made to myself
And I would never make up names for myself
Then change the names, that I just gave to myself
Certain rappers would call me to say, "wat up doe"
I used to brag about it to my friends, and now I’m feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat
And maybe that’s all they do, is just pretend, damn
But I bought it though, I believed it
Yea, I thought it, and I achieved it
Yea, so show me love, show me fucking love!
‘Cause I thought it was all I needed
Yea, Clearly I was wrong about it all along
And this will be the year that I won’t even feel shit
They trip about the amount of people I brought along
But I’m just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
Need credentials for everyone of these Toronto kids
I promise they see it with me, we just tryna live
I told ’em we bout to get it, and we finally did
Listen closely to my shit I swear it sounded like home

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Outro: Bob Marley]

XXXTentacion Promises Free Concerts Amidst Anti-Rape Event Cancellation

XXXTentacion told his fans that he will be hosting a free concert in the future after his anti-rape event was canceled.

The Florida rapper issued an apology to his fans today after his anti-rape event in Miami was canceled due to circumstances beyond his control, he said. Several of his fans on social media were skeptical about the event and thought that he was just using it as a PR move amidst his ongoing assault case involving his ex-girlfriend.

XXXTentacion says that he organized the event to give support to those who were raped or went through any form of post-traumatic experience. He also asked attendees not to bring any form of negative energy to a place where he said its all about support. Sadly the event never took place because some folks vandalized the venue among other things.

“It was my fault completely that the event was cancelled,” he stated. “I put the venue address out, which caused the venue to get spray painted,” he added. He also clarified that the performance will be separate from the make-up anti-rape event, explaining that “I’m doing a free performance, free of charge, to make up for the fact that I didn’t get this done on time.”

He didn’t reveal when he will be performing at the planned free concert, but XXXTentacion has been working hard to rehabilitate his image in recent months. He also signed a new deal with Capital Records and the label seems to be helping him with his legal troubles.

#xxxtentacion reacts to his anti-rape event being cancelled.

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Pitbull & Stereotypes – Jungle (feat. E-40 & Abraham Mateo) (Uncensored)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide!
Abraham Mateo, E-40, Stereotypes that’s the show
I want all the ladies out there
Go ahead and uh, shake what your mama gave ya
(One, two, three, oh)
Talk to ’em like

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
You know I eat it from the roota to the toota
Let me do ya, let me school ya
He may be smooth but I’m smootha
I’m slick Pit ruler, let a slip d*ck through ya
Hit the Virgin Mary from the back
And had her screaming ha "Hallelujah"
The devil’s hot but I’m hotter
Yeah these boys rap, but they say, a whole lotta nada
Me I’m building schools, from Miami to Nevada
Now baby bend over and show me that got it
Off in the Exumas, actin’ a fool
Where the water so clear, b**ch look like a pool
Whoody who, whoody what, who’s f**king you
That would be me, P-I-T

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Verse 2: E-40]
Pushin’ a mainly line, travel the planet solid as granite
Tax a b**ch like a W-9
Move manage, get my mathematics right
Havin’ money, wearin’ a hoodie when it’s sunny
Huddled up in a circle, smoking a mummy
In a luxury scraper or something foreign
Ya b**ch chose me, she said you’re boring
I put a b**ch on restriction, make her sit on the porch
Won’t let her in ’till tomorrow, until the next morning, Mayne
It’s true that I’m chasing time can’t be wastin’ or delaying
My pockets anticipating lump sums
Patiently waiting for my high to come down
And get back to earth
So I can start all over like I rehearsed
Pistol-packing power clatter higher than a cell tower
In her outer space to wasted she owe me, we hella faded
Underrated honey thicker than K. Michelle hella tail
Bokey poking out, hella swell

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Outro: Pitbull]
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)

Meek Mill – Fall Thru

[Intro]
Yeah
Sad to say it but I love you
Don’t take no offense but you’re my bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 1]
Ass all fat say she get it from her mama
She just want the money, she ain’t fuckin’ with no bloggers
Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas
Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist
Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin’
1942 shots turn you to a monster
Thuggin’ like you 2Pac, you know that I got you
Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna
I was supposed to hit, I was never s’pose to cuff you
Put you on my homie ’cause he say he wanna fuck you
When he asked me ’bout you, I just told him that I want you
But now its quiet for you, ’cause I told him that I loved you

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 2]
I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
You wasn’t my girl but you used to pretend to
When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
We be goin’ hard every time you on that Hen’ too
I was in the mix, actin’ like a savage
Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Bridge]
Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
I’m an original don dada, though
Knock them all down like dominoes
Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
She just wanna shine, whoa
And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

Drake – The Language

I don’t know why they been lying but yo shit is not that inspiring
Bank account statements just look like I’m ready for early retirement
Fuck any nigga that’s talkin’ that shit just to get a reaction
Fuck going platinum, I looked at my wrist and it’s already platinum
I am the kid with the motor mouth
I am the one that you should worry about
I don’t know who you’re referring to, who is this nigga you heard about?
Someone just talking that bullshit, someone just gave you the run-around
Niggas downplaying the money but that’s what you do when the money down
I don’t waste time putting money down
I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash
Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour and you gotta fly in first class
This has been years in the making, it’s all for the city
You know I come right every summer, Cash Money Records forever
I’m always big timing, bitch, I came up right under Stunna, you know it

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Okay, now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"

I’m about to roll one and light it and fuck it man, no one’s invited
I got to kill off the weak shit that’s got all you niggas excited
I can’t even listen, you whylin’, I’d much rather sit here in silence
I send all my money to banks in the islands and eat with Italians, I do
People are funny you don’t even know about the shit that I been through
I just want some head in a comfortable bed, it could all be so simple
Talking that shit with your back to me, just know it always get back to me
Come get your girl, she been here for three days and she way too attached to me
Hate when they get too attached to me
I got to get on the bus and get back on the road
Get what I can out the country and then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold
Can’t even drive with the top off
Been workin’ so hard on the album I missed the whole summer
I just might bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna, you know it

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Okay, now you’re talking my language now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"

Famous and gangstas
You understand me?
Showtime, headlines
Big time, sunshine, tote nines
Bust mines, flatline, hard grind
High life, stay fly it’s jet time
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga, swag on head to feet nigga
Stunt nigga,
I might just bring in some girls from Miami to heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna you know it

Konshens and Longtime Girlfriend Latoya Wright Got Married


Konshens and his longtime girlfriend Latoya Wright got married over the weekend in a private ceremony in Miami.

The dancehall veteran shared a few photos on social media from the beautiful wedding. His fans applauded him for the move and congratulated his bride and mother of his son Liam. Konshens, whose real name is Garfield Spence, and Latoya have been dating for a number of years. In 2014, the “Realest Song” deejay popped the question and she said yes. After three years of being engaged, the pair is now officially married.

Last year June, Konshens was rocked by a major tragedy in his family when his older brother and fellow dancehall star Delus committed suicide. The artist has been battling depression for years. The Subkonshus deejay, who was on tour overseas at the time of Delus’ death, says the incident is one of the hardest things he has ever had to deal with in his life. Konshens is one of the most consistent artists in dancehall over the past decade. Every year, the deejay continues to grow as an artist, so this is a good move from Mr. Pence.

Congratulations from the Dancehall HipHop family.

 

2 Chainz – 4AM (feat. Travis Scott) (Uncensored)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

Pitbull & Stereotypes – Jungle (feat. E-40 & Abraham Mateo) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide!
Abraham Mateo, E-40, Stereotypes that’s the show
I want all the ladies out there
Go ahead and uh, shake what your mama gave ya
(One, two, three, oh)
Talk to ’em like

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
You know I eat it from the roota to the toota
Let me do ya, let me school ya
He may be smooth but I’m smootha
I’m slick Pit ruler, let a slip d*ck through ya
Hit the Virgin Mary from the back
And had her screaming ha "Hallelujah"
The devil’s hot but I’m hotter
Yeah these boys rap, but they say, a whole lotta nada
Me I’m building schools, from Miami to Nevada
Now baby bend over and show me that got it
Off in the Exumas, actin’ a fool
Where the water so clear, b**ch look like a pool
Whoody who, whoody what, who’s f**king you
That would be me, P-I-T

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Verse 2: E-40]
Pushin’ a mainly line, travel the planet solid as granite
Tax a b**ch like a W-9
Move manage, get my mathematics right
Havin’ money, wearin’ a hoodie when it’s sunny
Huddled up in a circle, smoking a mummy
In a luxury scraper or something foreign
Ya b**ch chose me, she said you’re boring
I put a b**ch on restriction, make her sit on the porch
Won’t let her in ’till tomorrow, until the next morning, Mayne
It’s true that I’m chasing time can’t be wastin’ or delaying
My pockets anticipating lump sums
Patiently waiting for my high to come down
And get back to earth
So I can start all over like I rehearsed
Pistol-packing power clatter higher than a cell tower
In her outer space to wasted she owe me, we hella faded
Underrated honey thicker than K. Michelle hella tail
Bokey poking out, hella swell

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Outro: Pitbull]
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)

FUTURE – All Da Smoke lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke