Jason Derulo – Dirty Dancing Lyrics



Play this song

[Intro]
Dirty dancing, man
Oh yeah!
Woo!
And I’m feeling like Tony Montana
[?], [?]

[Verse 1]
I got the money, you got that body
We were made for each other
When you start to shakin’, I start to party
Yeah, you’re my kind of lover
As soon as I touch you, you’re already on
I get that attention, forget about your phone (Okay)

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re so fucking sexy, I could cry (Could cry)
Everybody’s watching as you grind, oh my

[Chorus]
Like we sexing all over this dance floor
Oh, whoa
D-d-d-dirty dancing, d-d-d-dirty dancing
It’s getting freaky, so disrespectful (Oh, whoa)
D-d-d-dirty dancing, d-d-d-dirty dancing

[Bridge]
And I’m feeling like Tony Montana
Oh, whoa
Take a sip and I’ll call you mañana (Oh)

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re so fucking sexy, I could cry (Could cry)
Everybody’s watching as you grind, oh my

[Chorus]
Like we sexing all over this dance floor
Oh, whoa
D-d-d-dirty dancing, d-d-d-dirty dancing
It’s getting freaky, so disrespectful (Oh, whoa)
D-d-d-dirty dancing, d-d-d-dirty dancing

[Bridge]
And I’m feeling like Tony Montana
Oh, whoa
Take a sip and I’ll call you mañana (Oh)



Yo Gotti – Customs Lyrics



[Intro]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Zay, I’ve been takin’ this shit all out the country, ya heard me?
Yeah, yeah, they fuck with dopeboys all over the country, ya heard me? Look
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
Ayy, they really fuck with us, like, in other countries and shit
They like the way we talk and shit

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
I just got back from Dubai, they really fuckin’ with the trap
I just got back from U.K., I asked that nigga for a strap
>What’d he say?
He said, “You ain’t like them other niggas who rap”
I said, “I know I ain’t”
I just went to Film Festival, took my mans, free my dawg
Don’t make me fuck your bitch and take that ho to Cannes with me (your broad)
I like beaches, but I still bring the sand with me (with me)
I went to Paris, took a cool $300 grand with me (yeah)

[Chorus]
International Gotti (Gotti), like my hoes exotic (‘xotic)
Went and got a passport in case I catch a body (body)
I got Euros, I got Pounds, I’m a foreign hustler (I am)
The only thing I hate about it’s when I go through customs (damn)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, too many questions when I come back from a medical
I got that medical (woo)
I don’t do no misdemeanors, my shit Federal (Federal)
Took a trip to Medellín, that shit was hella snow
No winter, I’m talkin’ hella dope (hella dope)
Jimmy Henchman sent that shit through Interscope
Tony Montana put it on a banana boat (boat)
Seen the Coast Guard, threw it over, and let it float (float)

[Interlude]
Yeah, at the top of [?] right now
Ayy you know what I’m sayin’, like
Literally
Growin’ up we never thought like we could really leave the hood, like
Lookin’ down on you niggas, literally
Our zip code
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
Everything illusion, uh, don’t get confused with (yeah)
This shit you fuck with to trap (trap), but end up abusin’
Life good, nigga, brand strong, price high
Look at your life, nigga, money down, lights high (damn)
When blogs mention you sayin’ that Gotti into you (huh?)
Took you to different temperatures, yeah I like every inch of you (facts)
Youngsta ’bout to drop (drop), I’m ridin’ in a drop (top)
You tryna buy a watch (watch), I’m tryna buy the block (yup)
My lil’ nigga got a liger, tiger mixed with lion (facts)
Your lil’ nigga’s vision small, his OG’s were lyin’ (facts)
Yeah, you were raised to fail (fail), free Meek from jail (free my nigga)
The streets gon’ hold you down, my nigga, you bound to prevail (facts)

[Interlude]
Ayy, last time we were over here, I think me, you and Cardi B (facts)
Were stayin’ at the Versace and shit (facts)
It was my birthday, your birthday, we went up, yeah (facts)

[Verse 3]
Middle of the desert, shit feel like my hood (dry)
When the plug ain’t come, no insufficient funds (high)
I got a black card, but I keep a hundred grand
In a rubber band in honor of the dopeman
First London, then Dubai, then I went to France (France)
I want a Chinese bitch, I may go to Japan
Young rich prince nigga, from sellin’ yay (M)
I’m just wanted, nigga, CM10 on the way

Yo Gotti – Customs

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Zay, I’ve been takin’ this shit all out the country, ya heard me?
Yeah, yeah, they fuck with dopeboys all over the country, ya heard me? Look
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
Ayy, they really fuck with us, like, in other countries and shit
They like the way we talk and shit

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
I just got back from Dubai, they really fuckin’ with the trap
I just got back from U.K., I asked that nigga for a strap
>What’d he say?
He said, "You ain’t like them other niggas who rap"
I said, "I know I ain’t"
I just went to Film Festival, took my mans, free my dawg
Don’t make me fuck your bitch and take that ho to Cannes with me (your broad)
I like beaches, but I still bring the sand with me (with me)
I went to Paris, took a cool $300 grand with me (yeah)

[Chorus]
International Gotti (Gotti), like my hoes exotic (‘xotic)
Went and got a passport in case I catch a body (body)
I got Euros, I got Pounds, I’m a foreign hustler (I am)
The only thing I hate about it’s when I go through customs (damn)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, too many questions when I come back from a medical
I got that medical (woo)
I don’t do no misdemeanors, my shit Federal (Federal)
Took a trip to Medellín, that shit was hella snow
No winter, I’m talkin’ hella dope (hella dope)
Jimmy Henchman sent that shit through Interscope
Tony Montana put it on a banana boat (boat)
Seen the Coast Guard, threw it over, and let it float (float)

[Interlude]
Yeah, at the top of [?] right now
Ayy you know what I’m sayin’, like
Literally
Growin’ up we never thought like we could really leave the hood, like
Lookin’ down on you niggas, literally
Our zip code
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
Everything illusion, uh, don’t get confused with (yeah)
This shit you fuck with to trap (trap), but end up abusin’
Life good, nigga, brand strong, price high
Look at your life, nigga, money down, lights high (damn)
When blogs mention you sayin’ that Gotti into you (huh?)
Took you to different temperatures, yeah I like every inch of you (facts)
Youngsta ’bout to drop (drop), I’m ridin’ in a drop (top)
You tryna buy a watch (watch), I’m tryna buy the block (yup)
My lil’ nigga got a liger, tiger mixed with lion (facts)
Your lil’ nigga’s vision small, his OG’s were lyin’ (facts)
Yeah, you were raised to fail (fail), free Meek from jail (free my nigga)
The streets gon’ hold you down, my nigga, you bound to prevail (facts)

[Interlude]
Ayy, last time we were over here, I think me, you and Cardi B (facts)
Were stayin’ at the Versace and shit (facts)
It was my birthday, your birthday, we went up, yeah (facts)

[Verse 3]
Middle of the desert, shit feel like my hood (dry)
When the plug ain’t come, no insufficient funds (high)
I got a black card, but I keep a hundred grand
In a rubber band in honor of the dopeman
First London, then Dubai, then I went to France (France)
I want a Chinese bitch, I may go to Japan
Young rich prince nigga, from sellin’ yay (M)
I’m just wanted, nigga, CM10 on the way

The Notorious B.I.G. – Come On (1st Take) Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Nigga was motherfuckin’ hyped up
Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga
And it was on from there wasn’t nothing stopping him holmes
(What did the rest of them niggas do)
Them motherfuckers was ready for anything
Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them
Niggas doing what they had to do holmes
Niggas on the real flip mode homes
Niggas coming out like a motherfucker
Niggas was antsy, like come on, come on, motherfuckers!

[Hook]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

[Verse 1: Sadat X]
Let’s go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays
Off the forehead, everything is real
Biggie put me on this joint, so I’ma be the big wheel
Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven
Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th
Hey Biggie, I understand you’re from Brooklyn
With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking

[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm
A strange form, something kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat’s kind of spiritual
Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
And, uh, do you know where you’re going to?
Do you like the things that I bring?
Make an MC wanna sing for a living
Take the beatdown we fucking giving
C’mon, motherfucker!

[Hook]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

[Verse 3: Sadat X]
I walk slight but I carries a big stick
Nobody pay me close, hey Biggie buy another toast
My shit is set off
Somebody screaming somebody is shot
Is it over Crack, or a nigga will try to act?
The big city don’t spare no bodies
Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis
I’m in real form, ready to rush your dorm
Hold back your mom ’cause I came for your daughter
Is it time for slaughter, or should I pull the plug?
Sometimes I get wild lifted, and niggas tell me I bug
I claim now, this my set, somebody could be wet
Ayo Biggie, give me the word and I’ll let out the herd
With that Uptown spliff, 45th inside the gift
And we can do this
Check it out

[Hook]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.]
I got seven Mac-11’s, about eight .38’s
Nine 9’s, ten Mac-10’s the shits never end
You can’t touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, that’s how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread
Lil’ Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don’t resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello

[Hook]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

Scarlxrd – I Am Damaged Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooooh Ooooh Ooh Haha Yeah
Scar, fucking mad ting, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Fuck a sick day but I can’t take time off
Wipe my bars in a whip no white off
All the frustration got me inspired
‘Bout to go get my empire
Drop the end if you wanna be wiser
Third degree burns got heated climate
Sweats might turn I’m feelin’ violent
‘Bout to destroy the peace and cause riots
Can’t handle the beast I’ve summoned
Be prepared for the shit that’s comin’
I’ve struggled before and suffered
They don’t wanna see me do well so fuck ’em
Got the hunger deep in my stomach
Grind don’t grind they see who’s tougher
I had to stop and think one time
I’m an Olympian why am I runnin’?
Fuck that [?] on my neck
Worth way more than the ice you wear
Noone knows about the time I’ve spent
I write facts like they’re pretendin’, okay
[?] my pain to your head
Say 1 word it’s dead or there for G’s
I’ll back them to the end
Fuck that ride or die for my friends
All the gas I don’t buy it
You don’t know me so don’t try it
You think I relate to who?
I got more in common with a cartoon lion
Take out kings and nice them
Tony Montana expand and buy it
I do sex and drugs not violence
Step in the room make everyone silent
I have so much time on clock
You stand still I duck and dodge
Lick man down with the snooker flow
You hit off and I get two shots
I don’t look back to the past
My future’s bright and so long
I got big then I moved on
I was on tele but I didn’t even watch like
Give a fuck what anyone said
Absorbing all heat and rising like bread
I’m always all in my flushes they [?]
[?] bodies in your trunk are dead
They only place I camp is gold
I feel like I’m Usain Bolt
Went to the paycheck on my toes
Fuck a fake friend I don’t need those
I hit the [?]
Think of madness
Place that ting right down to the roach
Some of my guns are loaded
Some of my men still do road

(I’ll finish them tonight :3 – Uzeh)

YFN Lucci – Boss Life (feat. Offset)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I gotta move a clip, in this lil’ uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana
Whole lot of drums and bananas
I don’t fuck with no rappers
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Reachin’ for my chains see I know blood they gon’ wack ’em yeah
New spot like the Falcons
New drop this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston
1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah (offset)
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset)
My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pint and how you can (hun)
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
I’m drippin’, baby, excuse me (drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Pinky ring crystal clear, 40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)
60k solitaire (60 ball)
I cannot vibe with queers (hun hun)
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Bustin’ them down by the pair ( bust down)
Patek Philipe, it’s rare (hey)
I’m smashin’, pullin’ her hair (smash)
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
It’s a ghost but do not be scared (hun hun)
It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
Sippin’ on codeine, floatin’ with no gravity yeah

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

Chief Keef – So Cal (Thot Breaker Album)

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go "wow"
I’m living out in So Cal

[Verse]
I ride a Lamb like a Kawasaki
I take a shot, who is there to block me?
I’m smoking dope, and you can never stop me
I give her D, and she can never rock me
Spanish mami, and she call me Papi
She said she like it when I pull up in a Rari
She say out loud "I know I’m full of shit, I’m sorry"
I’m out here fucking every bitch in every party

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go "wow"
I’m living out in So Cal

[Verse 2]
The beauty [?]
She like this Willy Wonka
I know she really really want ya
Let a nigga hug her
I might fuck around and dump her
She get hotter than a summer
She get wetter than a public pool
She told me she don’t even really fuck with you
I got on my Tony Montana suit
‘Cause I’m getting that Tony Montana loot
Ridin’ the city in a Tony Montana coupe
In a suite with a bad bitch from Santa Cruz

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go "wow"
I’m living out in So Cal

Chief Keef – So Cal Lyrics

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go “wow”
I’m living out in So Cal

[Verse]
I ride a Lamb like a Kawasaki
I take a shot, who is there to block me?
I’m smoking dope, and you can never stop me
I give her D, and she can never rock me
Spanish money, and she call me Papi
She said she like it when I pull up in a Rari
She say out loud “I know I’m full of shit, I’m sorry”
I’m out here fucking every bitch in every party

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go “wow”
I’m living out in So Cal

[Verse 2]
The beauty [?]
She like this Willy Wonka
I know she really really want ya
Let a nigga hug her
I might fuck around and dump her
She get hotter than a summer
She get wetter than a public pool
She told me she don’t even really fuck with you
I got on my Tony Montana suit
‘Cause I’m getting that Tony Montana loot
Ridin’ the city in a Tony Montana coupe
In a suite with a bad bitch from Santa Cruz

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go “wow”
I’m living out in So Cal

Jimmy Prime – My Way (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Hook]
Ay, come do it my way
Smoking blunts on the highway
Making money to fly away
I ain’t slept in like five days
She know this cash never ends
This luxury never gon end
Blue Mercedes they never gon’ end

[Verse 1]
I go crazy if I don’t get it
No fugazi, I’m true as my leather
Ferragamo that match with the luggage
Cross the border despite all this thuggin’
The hustle ain’t never gon’ end
This family ain’t never gon’ end
When you real you ain’t gotta pretend
All of that other shit’s bogus
She fucking with me cause I’m focused
Yaa

[Hook]
Ay, come do it my way
Smoking blunts on the highway
Making money to fly away
I ain’t slept in like five days, ay
She know this cash never ends
This luxury never gon’ end
Blue Mercedes they never gon’ end, aww

[Verse 2]
If you love me then why would you trip?
She should be taking them trips
In Vegas you fuck up the strip
Hit the table you double the chips
Saint Lauren see they came with the raps
Match the shoes with the hues and the prints
She a freak so I got it on tape
Watch me go dive in a lake
I need that cash in my face
Feel like Tony Montana my god
Screaming the world is mine baby
Screaming the world is mine baby, ay
Yeah yeah, yeaah

[Hook]
Ay come do it my way
Smoking blunts on the highway
Making money to fly away
I ain’t slept in like five days, ay
She know this cash never ends
This luxury never gon’ end
Blue Mercedes they never gon’ end, aww

Rick Ross – Game Ain’t Based On Sympathy (Rather You Than Me Album)

"Reminiscing on that, uh
I remember they used to give us that free cheese
Give you the big block of that shit
Yeah, man I’m glad y’all ain’t gotta get that cheese
Man, I thank God my kids ain’t gotta see that cheese
Yo (Maybach Music)
You know what I’m saying?
You gotta feed it to them raw. Feel me?"
Renovating the ghettoes, moving me elsewhere
Daddy didn’t see pension they took his healthcare
Affordable housing and they fed us welfare
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn’t care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a Pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can’t run from the echoes
And I still hear the screams
Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M
Mac 11 next to Grammy invitations
I’m never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations
No more beefing with rappers
It’s just murder or nothing
New positions to master, I perfected the others
Niggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of Matumbo
These are lucrative assets, golden words are mumbled
This the biggest
Corner store was the stage, I needed management
In a mansion that I could squeeze another Phantom in
Negative people just seem to fail first
I said I’m a genius, put in the legwork
You step to my niggas, suggest you stay alert
No, I’ve never been lenient, nor a man of mercy
I stick my dick in her tell her my net worth
Then we stare at each other and see who catch first
A pretty chick, she resembles Stacy Dash
If it was her, she had to kiss my feet and lick my ass
Pussy nigga want war, til’ it’s "bonjour"
Those hitters sitting a bomb outside your mom door
Got your people alarmed cause we the armed force
Easy as leaking a song before I go on tour
Uh
Gang violence ongoing, let’s fight our own wars
Chicago been out of hand, the city lost its soul
Funeral every weekend or either you cremated
Homie’s son, he been murdered, he didn’t seem faded
Holding guns on the gram, out of my league baby
Real killers and hitters would rather live nameless
I got a homie I know with a twenty body count
Maybe only once or twice a month he leave the house
Older brother, type to get a curly perm
Pappy Mason type respect for holding thirty birds
Never was a gangster, I just wanted in
No longer could I deny that I wanted a Benz
Booby gave me blessings and a root for me to win
I showed him my ambition in two different fields
Also, said I was a rapper, Booby here it is
Real talk my nigga, here it is

RICK ROSS – Game Ain’t Based On Sympathy lyrics

“Reminiscing on that, uh…
I remember they used to give us that free cheese…
A big block of that shit
Yeah, man I’m glad y’all ain’t gotta get that cheese
Man, I thank God my kids ain’t gotta see that cheese
Yo, you know what I’m saying?
You gotta feed it to them raw. Feel me?”

Renovating the ghettoes, moving me elsewhere
Daddy didn’t see pension they took his healthcare
Affordable housing and they fed us welfare
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn’t care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can’t run from the echoes
And I hear the screams
Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M
Mac 11 next to Grammy invitations
I’m never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations
No more beefing with rappers
It’s just murder or nothing
New positions to master, I perfected the others
Niggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of Matumbo
These are lucrative assets, golden words that will mumble you

This the biggest…
Corner store was the stage, I needed management
In a mansion that I could squeeze another phantom in
Negative people just seem to fail first
I said I’m a genius, put in the legwork
You step to my niggas, suggest you stay alert
No, I’ve never been lenient, nor a man of mercy
I stick my dick in her tell her my net worth
Then we stare at each other and see who catch first
A pretty chick, she resembles Stacy Dash
If it was her, she had to kiss my feet and lick my ass
Pussy nigga want war, til’ it’s “bonjour”
Those hitters sitting a bomb outside your mom door
Got your people alarmed cause we the armed force
Easy as leaking a song before I go on tour

Uh
Gang violence ongoing, let’s fight our own wars
Chicago been out of hand, the city lost its soul
Funeral every weekend or either you cremated
Homie’s son, he been murdered, he didn’t seem faded
Holding guns on the gram, out of my league baby
Real killers and hitters would rather live nameless
I got a homie I know with a twenty body count
Maybe once or twice a month he leave the house
Older brother, type to get a curly perm
Pappy Mason type respect for holding thirty birds
Never was a gangster, I just wanted in
No longer could I deny that I wanted a Benz
Booby gave me blessings and a root for me to win
I showed him my ambition in two different fields
Also, said I was a rapper, Booby here it is
Real talk my nigga, here it is

Harneala – Killa Fonic feat. Nosfe versuri

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Dai cu ciocu cioara, n-ai co*ie
S-o dai in strada cum o dai de pe telefon Hahhh!
Cica ai gang, da’ e harneala
Cica ai gang, da’ e harneala
Ai un AK da’ e de la jumbo
Incearca-ma in plm cu plumb fa
Cica ai gang, da’ e harneala
Cica ai gang, da’ e harneala.

La Roma, cu Golanii, pe schiuri,
Zece dolari si un cd, ok,
Astia, vorbesc tot timpu’ de fake viewuri,
Stresanti ca sora lu’ Dexter, Dee Dee, ok,
Ce faci tu, e ca Tyson pentru Holyfield,
Musca de ureche, holly shit,
Nu musca de ureche, nu musca,
L-am vazut pe tata, tragea cu pusca,
Pow pow, n-am arme-s ok,
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Ma cauta, astia-n, gaura de sarpey,
O dau cu mine, si-o dau singuri, mmma, lasa-i,
Lama Fina, luna plina, go pro, pe cap, zzzz, varsa-i,
Varza-i, industria, n-o sa pierd timp cu astia,
Le le-ngrop, cariera, ghili-mele, c-astia,
Si-o dau cu mine-n filme-le, alea gangshta,
Da’ n-o sa mai vada lumina, m-am jurat.

Aoleu nosfe am adus doua,
Ps ps haha tu fa-te ca ploua,
Hai pe ei sa facem sa ploua,
In Intunecata noapte pe la 2,
Dau un telefon sunt afiliat cu sss,
Bagabonti adevarati numele e sss,
Incearcama cioara incearca-ma m*ie,
Am Oameni in spate nu pot sa dau nume,
Am alba Tony Montana yeah,
Am doua coarde din clica ta bro,
Pune-ma Lu-K pe beat ca-i omor,
Fratimiu’ Galatean jur ca nu sta,
Banii put a mii de maini de sclav da’ jur ca n-am simtit mirosul gurii taleee.
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