Youngboy Never Broke Again – I Choose You Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)
(Evergreen with the heat, yeah)
(James about that check, boy)

[Chorus]
I chose you (Yeah)
Walkin’ alone, hopin’ I’d run into you
It hurts, wish I never said “I love you” first
I just wanna give you the world (Yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?

[Verse 1]
Please don’t leave your nigga for Lil Top, oh (Don’t do it)
‘Cause that’s a snake and I won’t cherish her, no slime
I won’t be competin’ for my spot (I ain’t doin’ no competin’)
I know my worth, is you gon’ be with me or not?
Archive, achieve, please take back me
I’ve been payin’ all these hoes for them to not post me on IG
She be hidin’ that she a fan, she bump this music soon as I leave
Alright, learn it, so we can rap together, I just want you all for me
Out by one, trust get burned
Now get robbed ’bout it, oh, we ride off in the sun
Piss controllin’, I can’t hold it
Need you to hold me now, threw back again, overdosin’

[Chorus]
I chose you (Yeah)
Walkin’ alone, hopin’ I’d run into you
It hurts, wish I never said “I love you” first

I just wanna give you the world (Yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?

[Verse 2]
Bustdown, ring the bell, Audemars, plain Jane
What I’d do, all I can tell, I find out I ain’t your main thing
Where you at? Find your way home, bitch, stop playin’ games
So insecure you’re prolly cheatin’ with a real man
And I’m stressin’ ’cause…
I can’t give you what you need, money don’t mean anything
I don’t wanna get the law involved, motherf*ck a wedding ring
We could hit the lot, buy matchin’ coupes, we’ll pull off together
My show in Denver next week, after Houston, we’ll pop out together

[Interlude]
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
Hey, it’s Kentrell, call back

[Chorus]
I chose you (Yeah)
Walkin’ alone, hopin’ I’d run into you
It hurts, wish I never said “I love you” first
I just wanna give you the world (Yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?

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

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

Russ – Don’t Fall For It Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rico Nasty – Hey Arnold lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rico, Rico, yeah

[Verse 1]
I taste just like ice cream
Bitch I am so icy
Heart cold like an ice queen
That’s why they don’t like me
Lackin’, that’s unlikely
I’m ridin’ with pipes and
Smokin’ on some good gas
Girl just come and try this
Catch me in the club bitch
See me poppin’ bottles
He saw me on IG, thought I was a model
Your girlfriend, she swallow
I’m loadin’ these hollows
She like takin’ footballs
Call that bitch Hey Arnold

[Verse 2]
And I’m with a white bitch
She just like to try shit
Old nigga keep callin’ me
I keep on declinin’
Bank account keep risin’
Enemies keep hidin’
These niggas be lyin’
You chose the wrong side bitch
Anything I show you
I want you to see it
Order up 10 bottles
Bitch we bout to get lit
Your bitch she might get hit
Hit her with a dirty stick
My niggas hold 30 clips

[Hook]
Shoot you like a movie bitch, yah
And I ain’t with the goofy shit, yah
I swear I’m too legit with this, yah
He got diamonds on his crucifix, yah
I pray to God that I can make them hits, yah
We smoke him like a hookah stick, yah
While you be on that goofy shit, yah
And no I am not new to this, yah
My watch, it got the fluorescent

[Verse 3]
Every time you see me I swear I’ma cash out
I like havin’ bad bitches turnt up with they ass out
My new bitch like Hey Arnold, she fuck with them footballs
I think we gon’ buy a whip just to take the roof off
I don’t even know the bitch but I bet she with the shits
Soon as we walk in this bitch I can hear ’em talkin’ shit
But that does not matter
Pockets getting fatter
I can get you madder
Money tall as ladders

[Outro]
I taste just like ice cream
Bitch I am so icy
Heart cold like an ice cream
That’s why they don’t like me
I taste just like ice cream
Bitch I am so icy
Heart cold like an ice cream
That’s why they don’t like me, hah
Yeah that’s why they don’t like me, yeah
Swear they do not like me
Flex on a broke bitch, flex on a broke ho
Flex on a broke nigga, flex on a broke nigga
Flex on your ex nigga, flex on your ex
Flex on your ex bitch, you know I’m up next bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Arnold like Hey Arnold
Like Hey Arnold
Hey Arnold
Baby like them Hey Arnolds
Hey Arnold

Cardi B – With That lyrics

[Hook]
Hundred band, hundred band
I’m ’bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man
They fuck with my shmoney I’m sending them shots I watch them do the running man
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
He just want to splurge and its ok I’m so cool with that
5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I’m so cool with that
Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that
Pussy got him on the jugg he gonna re-up and come right back

[Verse 1]
No I’m not cool, ’cause bitch I’m bool
And I’m been jacking that ever since school
So don’t be a fool
Run up on me got mechanics with tools
And they ain’t scared to lose
They had me on snooze
Now when I host it’s is a zoo
When the host is a zoo
Got me a check I got a check
Feeling so blessed
Doing a lot more than what they expect
I’m in my prime everything in effect
And I’m so cool with that
This hustle not new to that
Sell out these spots got ’em thinking like who did that
This new bitch from the Bronx
The one that you slept on for so long so cool all that, cool all that

[Hook]
Hundred band, hundred band
I’m ’bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man
They fuck with my shmoney I’m sending them shots I watch them do the running man
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
He just want to splurge and its ok I’m so cool with that
5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I’m so cool with that
Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that
Pussy got him on the juug he gon’ re-up and come right back

[Verse 2]
He want to dab in this pussy but I don’t think he get the picture
He ask me what I want I tell him, make me look like Sub-Zero sister
I’m talking that ice, just ignore the price or I might just dismiss ya
Don’t do broke niggas, ain’t no joke nigga ’cause the pussy delicious
Bitches mad at me cause I’m on my shit
I know they doubted me cause I used to strip
Blew on IG on some regular shit, then she to TV on some degular shit
When I pull up on that bitch for talking that shit amnesia kick in and I swear they forget
Then I think to myself they ain’t fuck with my money then I keep it pushing watch out lil’ bitch

[Hook]
Hundred band, hundred band
I’m ’bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man
They fuck with my shmoney I’m sending them shots I watch them do the running man
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
He just want to splurge and its ok I’m so cool with that
5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I’m so cool with that
Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that
Pussy got him on the jugg he gon’ re-up and come right back

Cardi B – Pull Up lyrics

[Hook]
Hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face

[Verse 1]
No, I don’t think they know
They don’t know how this go
They think I’m broke
What a fuckin’ joke
When I walk in the door, I gets my dough
Then a bitch get low
I used to kill them poles, now I kill them shows
They don’t like my growth, well fuck ya hoes
Yeah, ’cause all my bitches that be gettin’ with me
If I put a fifty, they gon’ put a fifty
Every night, ask Sue’s rendezvous
It was Kita, Sweetness, and Ashanti with me
I had to go get it on some real shit
If you a real bitch ,you gon’ feel this
Every single nigga that came my way
I finesse and juug on some ill shit
So much people think they know my pussy
But no one can say they fucked
Please show me hoe facts
Name-drop, round ’em up
That bum bitch like to run her mouth
I swear to God I’ma lay her out
When I catch you on the side of town
My Guiseppe heels gonna stomp you out
I’m tired of playin’, I’m tired of playin’
I’ma give you hell, you gon’ think I’m Satan
I see you mad ’cause I’m ’bout to have this whole shit on lock
Incarceration
Someone gave you wrong information
You try to play me, that’s confirmation
But it’s all good ’cause when you see my face
Shit don’t come out like it’s constipation

[Pre-Hook]
You stuck, bitch, yeah
I know it sucks, bitch, yeah
Pull up, bitch, yeah
Like wassup, bitch, yeah

[Hook]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie

[Verse 2]
Let’s go, I mean come on now, who you tryna flex for?
Why you actin’ like I won’t leave you down in the ground?
But you knew what it was from the get-go
That Cardi on some new shit
Get that money then I go flip
Some people think I’m just a dumb bitch
If that was true I wouldn’t have shit, yeah
Bronx bitch ’til the day I die
I did my dirt and I ain’t gotta lie
You can talk crazy on IG
But when I run up, let them hands fly
I don’t fuck around with no fuckin’ clowns
Any niggas with me, they fuckin’ hounds
Any bitches with me, they fuckin’ down
So if you really ’bout it, then pull up now

[Pre-Hook]
You stuck, bitch, yeah
I know it sucks, bitch, yeah
Pull up, bitch, yeah
Like wassup, bitch, yeah

[Hook]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie

Wale – Good To Great (feat. Phil Ade)

[Intro: Wale]
I got every right to feel myself, right, baby?
True story, right?
I told her I’d pick her up, she said, “Cool”
She said, “What time,” I said, “2”
Then she asked me what time she’d be back
I said, “2:30”
She said, “Pssh, like that?”
I said, “Pssh, I’ve been like that”
That’s a whole tomorrow, plus I threw in thirty
So grab your Louis ‘cause time’s burning

[Pre-Chorus: Wale]
Ain’t tryna do much
But you know the bottles on us
The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
I’m probably too much
I party too much
In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
4 to 4:30, it’s over one day

[Chorus: Wale]
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good, good, good, good

[Verse 1: Wale]
Show some support, yeah
A real one across the board, yeah
Chill, shawty, I know you annoyed, look
They comic books to you, I’m Rob Report
Mi amor, I’m popular
I’m not a heartthrob, but the broads in love, yeah
At the club, the bosanova
Them Barry’s a moment
Won’t embarrass you, baby girl
But them broads with us
Telly is goin’ spill
I hit it to Lauryn Hill
I really fix up your swag
I get all your old bags and give it to Goodwill, woo!

[Bridge: Phil Ade]
She don’t think, just go with it
A little drink, little smoke with it
Do anything for a dollar though
If she want it, then she gon’ get it
Have another, girl, it’s on me
Bet you’ll get drunk, then call me
In the club all night long
This how it goes when the lights off

[Pre-Chorus: Wale]
Ain’t tryna do much
But you know the bottles on us
The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
I’m probably too much
I party too much
In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
4 to 4:30, it’s over one day

[Chorus: Wale]
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good, good, good, good

[Verse 2: Wale]
Show me your worth, mmm
Double Cs you put in your purse, cute
Hermes might get you the Birkin
I give you the world if you intelligent first
Get your confidence and your relevance up, mmm
Tell younger women it’s better to love, mmm
I’m trine keep all our chemistry good
We mentally good
If it’s negative energy I’m gonna give you the deuce
You really a real one
So I’m givin’ you real love
And I tell you look good
You lookin’ at IG, you tell me it ain’t enough
You lie

[Bridge: Phil Ade]
She don’t think, just go with it
A little drink, little smoke with it
Do anything for a dollar though
If she want it, then she gon’ get it
Have another, girl, it’s on me
Bet you’ll get drunk, then call me
In the club all night long
This how it goes when the lights off

[Pre-Chorus: Wale]
Ain’t tryna do much
But you know the bottles on us
The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
I’m probably too much
I party too much
In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
4 to 4:30, it’s over one day

[Chorus: Wale]
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good, good, good, good

Tommy Lee Sparta Reacts To Mavado Diss Track


Tommy Lee Sparta has reacted to Mavado‘s new diss track “Timer.”

The “Uncle Demon” is out to get blood and his sight is set on a confrontation with Mavado. The Gullyside singjay link up with DJ Frass for the gritty new diss track where he took some shots at Tommy Lee. “Them a scam badness them a joker / So fi them crime a fi solve I moca / When mi set the timer its a over / Family cry and them can’t get no closure,” Mavado sings.

Tommy Lee posted a video clip on IG asking his fans if he should respond. “Wa them a say angel in a demon fight, wrong time yo go buy down a market man… who fi dead mi fans who fi dead,” he said. His fans reacted telling him to drop something for Mavado. “Mavado kill him sparta for life,” one fan wrote. “Kill everything pon the gully side all the one name flex who a call up your name. Kill all the Vendetta fool and Jahmiel.”

?who?

A post shared by Tommy Lee Sparta (@tommyleesparta) on Oct 25, 2017 at 8:55pm PDT

Cardi B Flew To Jamaica To Shoot Video With Rvssian & Ozuma


Cardi B was in Jamaica this week to shoot a video with Rvssian and reggaeton artist Ozuma.

The “Bodak Yellow” rapper touched down in Jamrock on Wednesday via a private jet and we’re told that she was staying at the secluded GeeJam villa in Portland. Sources told us that the trio were shooting the video for the single “Sooner.” Cardi B announced via Instagram Live on Wednesday that she is on her way to Jamaica. “On my way to Jamaica!” she wrote sending her Jamaican fans into a frenzy.

On Friday, Rvssian posted a video clip on IG of himself and Cardi B hanging out on set the video shoot. “We in Jamaica,” Cardi B said. “We doing this video for sooner and its hotter than a motherf****.” In October, Rvssian posted a photo of himself, Card and Ozuma in the studio recording the new single.

“We shooting the video with Cardi B and Ozuna in Jamaica, so we bringing the culture to Jamaica,” the producer said. “And the song is a dancehall song. On the dancehall scene, I have two new juggling rhythms dropping in the next two weeks.”

Cardi B will be making a club appearance in New Orleans tonight.

#cardib and #rvssian in #Jamaica shooting a video

A post shared by DancehallHipHop (@dancehallhiphop) on Nov 3, 2017 at 3:50pm PDT

Ski Mask The Slump God Says XXXTentacion Sacrifice His Soul


Ski Mask The Slump God says his former friend XXXTentacion tried to sacrifice his soul and that’s why he stopped being friends with him.

Ski Mask and XXX have been friends for years and just recently the “Look At Me” rapper told his fans on IG that he is quitting music. The next day he said that he would make new music if fans convinced Ski Mask to be his friend again. But according to Ski, XXXTentacion is just too crazy for him to be around, crazy enough to want to sacrifice Ski’s soul. As to the meaning behind that, he didn’t elaborate.

The Slump God later explained on IG why he stopped being friends with X. “This is a person who has before threaten my family told me I was suppose to be sacrificed on some crazy shit so no i didn’t just separate myself for no reason,” he wrote. This revelation comes as no surprise since Adult film star Marsha May confirmed the allegations from as far back as July of this year.

“XXX has the same thing. He sacrifices his best friend’s soul, Ski Mask. Sacrificed his soul,” May said during an interview with 6FT. The entire story is bizarre, but XXXTentacion has been acting somewhat crazy for the past few months.

Wow ?. Do u believe #skimasktheslumpgod about #xxxtentacion ?

A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akadmiks) on Oct 31, 2017 at 2:01pm PDT

XXXTentacion Changes Mind About Quitting Music Teases New Song


XXXTentacion has already changes his mind about quitting music and is teasing a new single.

The Florida rapper has a way of keeping his name in the media and the use of shock-value has been working good for him so far. X took to Instagram on Thursday to preview an upcoming song while telling his fans that he don’t even considers it music. “Said I was going to stop making “music” but… I dont consider this “music,” he wrote. He didn’t revealed the title of his non-music song nor a release date.

Just last week, XXXTentacion revealed on Instagram that he will stop making music. That revelation comes just days after he said that he wanted out of his new record deal with Capitol Records. “Sad to announce I will not be making or releasing any music,” the rapper wrote. “I am tired of being mentally abused for trying to help people, I’m tired of the hate, I’m done.” After saying that on IG, XXXTentacion then announced that he will get back to making music only under one condition and that’s of his former friend Ski Mask The Slump God start being friends with him again.

Ski Mask says that is highly unlikely that he will be friends with X again because not only is he crazy, but he had to distance himself from him so that fans can start taking him serious as an individual rapper. He also said some things about XXXTentacion wanting to sacrifice his soul. “This is a person who has before threaten my whole family told me I was supposed to be sacrificed on some crazy sh*t so no i didn’t just separate myself for no reason,” Ski Mask wrote.

Despite those strong feelings, Ski Mask added that he will always have love for that alien-looking ni**a named XXX.”

said I was going to stop making “music” but… I dont consider this “music” ?

A post shared by MAKE OUT HILL (@xxxtentacion) on Nov 1, 2017 at 9:49pm PDT

Vybz Kartel “I Am The King and Spice The Queen of Dancehall”


Vybz Kartel has added his voice to the feud between Beenie Man and Spice over who the dancehall queen is.

The firestorm started last weekend when Beenie Man told Winford Williams on OnStage that Spice is more like a self-appointed designated queen of dancehall and not one who has the support of the vast majority of dancehall artists. Spice shot back on her Instagram page saying that Beenie Man too is a self-appointed king of the dancehall, but the real king, in her opinion, is behind bars, Vybz Kartel.

Seems the Gazanation boss has been tuning in to whats been happening and decided to add his voice to the mix. Kartel posted a comment on Spice photo on IG this morning assuring her that she is the queen. “Queen of Dancehall you look good nuh bloodcl**t,” Kartel wrote. “Queen of Dancehall in her throne drinking sperone.” Spice posted a photo of herself actually drinking Sperone.

Our Gaza sources told us that Vybz Kartel supports Spice as the queen and himself as the king. “Addi the King and Spice the queen that’s how dancehall set right now and Vybz Kartel showing that he can rule from behind bars,” sources told us. “All the old people them fi retire and stop badmind the younger acts. Addi a the king, the greatest to ever set foot on a dancehall platform no one can dispute that. Lady Saw was the queen but she gave up the throne and baptize, we wish her the best, but the only female who can fill her shoe right now is Spice.”

Cardi B Breakup With Offset Days After Ex Release From Prison


Cardi B and Offset have broken up just a few days after her ex-boyfriend was released from jail.

The duo was once relationship goals for their fans but that’s not the case right now. On Saturday night, both Cardi B and Offset took shots at each other on Snapchat while the “Bodak Yellow” rapper went a step further to announced that she is single. Bardi posted a a photo of herself on Instagram showing the peace sign. “Peace nikka,” she wrote in the caption. The Migos rapper followed suit a short time later by posting the peace emoji on his Snapchat.

The folks on Twitter already have their theory and and all fingers are pointing to Cardi B ex-boyfriend Tommy who they claimed was released from prison three days ago. The Bronx rapper once said that she would help her ex get back on his feet when he leaves jail, so perhaps she is making good on that promise and that is not sitting well with Offset whom she has been dating since last year. There were no signs that their relationship was on the rocks so this bit of news came as a shocker to a lot of their fans and perhaps even their celebrity peers.

While she was a cast member on Love and Hip Hop New York, Cardi B and her relationship with Tommy was her main storyline. They two broke up after he went to prison but it seems like there is no love lost. While Cardi has been making a lot of posts on Instagram, Offset has been radio silent aside from the peace emoji. He even still has several photos of her up which means their could be a chance that they could patch things up. “Sometimes you gotta do sh*t the old you would do,” she wrote on IG. “So mfers know not to play with the NEW you!”

Peace nikka ??

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????ON GANG?

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Vybz Kartel – All Aboard [New Music] | Listen


Vybz Kartel debut his new hustle anthem “All Aboard” a catchy single produced by TJ Records.

Earlier this week, the imprisoned dancehall star announced that he will be debuting the new single on Irie FM on Friday and all day yesterday DJ Wayne was spinning the new track. “Am so intriguing get the vision and wake up me do it / Run the boat spring cleaning money move hit season / Honeymoon this even no money marriage a mi dirty habit and me clean,” Kartel deejay.

“All Aboard” is also available for streaming on Apple Music. Sources inside the Gaza told us that Kartel is already prepping to drop more new music come next week. “We have more new music coming its a total dancehall domination this season stay tune,” our source said. We’re also told that the videos for “Mhm Hm” and “Don’t Come Back” will arrive sometime in the next two weeks. Vybz Kartel posted a preview of the two videos on IG yesterday hyping up his fans.

While his songs dominates the airwaves, Vybz Kartel is gearing up for his appeal trial in February of next year. The “Fever” deejay is confident that he will be vindicated of murder when his case is concluded in the appeal court.

Vybz Kartel and Bounty Killer Dropping New Collaboration This Week

Vybz Kartel and Bounty Killer have a new collaboration coming as early as this week.

The two dancehall legends have collaborated in the past on several singles, and Kartel even wrote a few hits for Bounty Killer in the early 2000s. But a bitter fallout between The Teacher and The Alliance put an end to their relationship in 2005. Seems they are both putting their differences aside and are making music again. The two deejays announced on Instagram over the weekend that they are dropping a new joint.

“[Bounty Killer] My daddy weh dem a go do when the #killakartelkollab drop?” Vybz Kartel wrote on IG. Killer responded saying, [Vybz Kartel] Beta dem just go find some weh go lidung or drop dung b4 it drop because when it drop nutn naah git up back dawg.”

Killer also said the collaboration will bring back some memories from their all-black Alliance days. Sources inside the Gaza told Dancehall HipHop that Bounty Killer recently paid Vybz Kartel a visit in prison and the two had a long conversation about their Alliance days and what’s happening in dancehall currently. They didn’t release the title of the single, but it will arrive sometime this week.

Vybz Kartel also posted a throwback photo of himself, Wayne Marshall, and Bounty Killer while clapping back at some recent reports about his weight. “Me , big Breda and DADDY!!! #AllianceDays …BTW dem say me get skinny. Apart from 2014 family day pic at horizon,when was VybzKartel ever fat? Smh #AllianceToGaza,” he wrote.

Spice Shamelessly Took A Female Man and Then Curse Her Out

Dancehall diva Spice shamelessly took another female’s man and then curse her out when confronted on Instagram.

Weeks after getting into a fight with her baby daddy on the Gram, Spice is again at the center of another social media fiasco. The “Sheets” deejay was confronted on her IG page by another female using the handle @themystical_1 about taking her man and then doing a song about it. Spice responded saying that she did it but she is not loosing any sleep over it.

“Ok so the rumors I heard is true you have the nerve to fool around with my man and now you do a song about it b*tch,” @themystical wrote. Spice responded saying that it’s not her man anymore but ours now. “I think you made a typo b*tch you typed “my” man but a “our” man bye Felicia bout you no fraid fi talk like I give zero f***.”

“I have the nerve to do whatever I want just like how I have my pu*** to f*** who I want get the f*** off my page,” Spice added. The entire exchange was heated and Spice was clearly having too much fun clipping back at this fan.

Cardi B – Pull Up Lyrics

[Hook 1]
Hella thick you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face you better pull up on me
Ain’t no baking day I’m prepared to shake you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up homie
Pull up
Pull up pull up pull up one me
Pull up
Pull up pull up pull up one me
I heard you talkin’ cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face

[Verse 1]
No, I don’t think they know
They don’t know how this go
They think I’m broke
What a fucking joke
When I walk in the door I gets my dough
Then a bitch get low
I used to kill them poles now I kill them shows
They’re all like “my bro?” Well fuck ya hoes
Yeah, cause all my bitches they be gettin’ with me
If I put a fifty they gon’ put a fifty
Every night, ask whose rendezvous [?]
I had to go get it on some real shit
If you a real bitch you gon’ feel this
Every single nigga that came my way
I finesse and juug on some ill shit
So much people think they know my pussy
But no-one can say they fucked
Please show me hoe facts
Name-drop, round ’em up
That bum bitch like to run her mouth
I swear to God Imma lay her out
When I catch you on the side of town
My Guiseppe heals gonna stomp you out
I’m tired of playin’, I’m tired of playin’
I’m gon’ give you hell, you gon’ think I’m Satan
I see you mad cause I’m bout to have this whole shit on lock
Incarceration
One gave you wrong information
You try to play me, that’s confirmation
It’s all good cause when you see my face shit don’t come out like it’s constipation
You stunk bitch
I know it sucks bitch
Yeah
Pull up bitch
Yeah
Like whats up bitch
Yeah

[Hook 2]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
You better pull up on me
Ain’t no baking day I’m prepared to shake you better pull up on me
I know you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe
You better pull up homie

[Verse 2]
Let’s go
I mean come on now who you trying to flex for
Why you acting like I won’t leave you down in the ground but you knew what it was from the get-go
That Cardi on some new shit
Get that money then I go flip
Some people think I’m just a dumb bitch
If that was true I wouldn’t have shit
Yeah
Bronx bitch till the day I die
I did my dirt and I ain’t gotta lie
You can talk crazy on IG
But when I run up let them hands fly
I don’t fuck around with no fucking clowns
Any niggas with me they fucking hounds
Any bitches with me they fucking down
So if you really bout it then pull up now
You stunk bitch
I know it sucks bitch
Yeah
Pull up bitch
Yeah
Like whats up bitch
Yeah

[Hook 2]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
You better pull up on me
Ain’t no baking day I’m prepared to shake you better pull up on me
I know you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe
You better pull up homie

Justine Skye – Jezebel (8 Ounces Album)

Oh Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

Cause you all on my IG
Talkin shit bout me
All in my timeline
Picture you
Tryna out me

Internet thuggin
Avatar muggin
Now you got me black bagging
Got you on thought when I’m dragging, you

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

We used to be friends
Now you all in my DM
From AM to PM
I just delete them

I heard you getting right now
On tour with what’s-his-face
No debate, you know the place
Word’s getting round now
You a player on the team, where all the boys go

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face
Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face
Show your face

Show your face when you talk to me (Show your face)
Show your face (Show your face)
Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
You’re the girl the guys (girl the guys) know so well
Jezebel, don’t want to front you out but what the hell

What the hell

King Chip – Sto’ Lyrics

[Intro]
Pull up hop out sto, sto

[Hook]
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up hop out and open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’

[Verse 1: King Chip]
Cleveland we back in town (nigga) yeah we back in town
This that run to the store get some black and milds
This that just swag King chip, he’ll be back in town
This that new shoe with the smackin’ sounds
This that come back from a 3-1 no backing down, yeah bitch
What you tryna’ get from me
Look at me tell me do you see a big buddy
Look at me and tell me can you see the big money
And If you don’t see it you’se a big dummy
I’mma crack a smile even if ain’t shit funny
I think I was supposed to inherit some ancient money
Now they got it set up so we can’t get money
If you don’t love me don’t say shit to me
Who you know been run the city, still run it
I done kept it 100 day one still hundred
Ridin’ through the city almost got killed from it
Lil nigga hold a gun infront of cops, still gunnin’
Real nigga never said too much and let these niggas know whats up, smokin’ in the cut
Yeah I’m from that “we don’t give a fuck”
And we champs now might as well buy something now bruh

[Verse 2]
I am a sto’, pull up with the sto’ come buy what you want
Lets hand to hand on the low
Championship, me and my niggas, we took that shit
She probably ain’t loyal
Stay away from her IG, don’t book that bitch, uh
Fuck how many likes I get
When the nighttime hit you could see I’m on some icon shit
Blood suckin’ python bitch
Can’t get the king chip suck a pipe bomb bitch
Yeah I know my fam still love me, my hood still love me
All my hoes still love me
Give no fuck about a nigga tryna’ steal somethin’ from me
I have something leave a nigga looking really funny
Aye, be cool, roll up, let me tell you
This ain’t what you want
Yeah got some bitches in the cut
I don’t give them what they want
I don’t give no fuck about no big butt
Call me King Chip (bitch what?)
Poured up a four
I finesse a double cup just like a pro
Yeah I come to let these niggas know
G6 in this hoe
Anywhere I go I got the sto’

[Hook]
Pull and I open up sto’ (there it go)
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’ (pop trunk)
Pull and I open up sto’ (pop trunk)
Pull up hop out and open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’

[Produced by Big]

Aidonia – IG Girls Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The likkle pretty gyal you a boast pon IG bout
Shi gimmi a nice deep throat
All when you put her in a house
Shi a find way fi try thief out
Shi waan jump pon the bike wheel out
Pon a high speed boat

Mi seh pretty gyal do you have anybody?
Shi seh the likkle man him a just the
Shi tell mi seh it alright
Shi seh if mi feel fi come off her
Shi show mi seh shi badder than a porn star
But mi si ou pon the IG you a post her

(Chorus)
You seh a your girl
You seh a your girl
Your girl
You seha your girl

(Verse 2)
Gyal weh you gi the close door
Man a score goal wid the back a close goal
Reach a the block you know wi stop a 4×4
Buy two dragon that pop a bore, bore
High way, drive way, the toll road
Mad coco white Benz inna sport mode
Rub down her tights AC a flow cold
Fly pass deh suh never stop a Portmore

Nuh over Squelchy, yeah wi reach deh
Bring you gyal and go chill pon the beach yeah
Dawg a suh easy shi give it weh
Send a picture a the pu**y snapchat fi please mi

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Shi nuh seh a you
Yuh a seh a yours
Pon you IG you a post up you girl
Woman crush everyday caption you words
Diddy meck you gyal deh pon the snapchat a twerk
You a seh a your girl
Yeah shi a yours
Tek her weh today shi ready when a fi mi turn
Shi a your WCW
You swear seh shi love you

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus)

Punch – Gold

[Intro]
Just got a text, probably remind him on Socrates, from my IG post

[Hook]
All my life, I been told everything that glitters ain’t gold
Now that I’ve arrived, I see these truths unfold before my eyes in a world so cold

[Verse 1]
Compulsive dreamer, pessimistic overthinker
Never indulging reefer, seldom Hennesy drinker
Wear my heart on my sleeve with a poker player’s demeanour
Balanced emotion, you rarely know what I’m thinking
This is a special dedication, dedicated to streets that I was raised in
Where Ray was slayed in, where his killer gon’ see the same fate that he did
Poetic justification of youth’s frustration
Reap what you sow, small mind approach
I’m digging deep in my soul, I’m tryna find quotes
To help me see the silver lining in this hurricane
We used to the rain, hoping to wash away these stains
But blood don’t come out of clothes, neither do bullet holes close even if them wounds heal
My mind’s forever exposed to them cold hills, somehow a nigga had hope still
But I’m barely out the fire, in fact these flames is burning my back, creating permanent tattoos
As I recall the book of Matthew, these are the last days and what have you I’m a firm believer
I rarely practice what I preach yeh
So if this falls on deaf ears and never reach ya
I’m blood guilty beneath ya, before you cast one stone just know I need ya

[Hook]
All my life, I been told everything that glitters ain’t gold
Now that I’ve arrived, I see these truths unfold before my eyes in a world so cold, nigga this world so cold
Everything that glitters ain’t gold, nigga this world so cold
Til my demise I’m in this world so cold, nigga this world so cold

[Verse 2]
There’s something I can feel
Like pyramid energy feels for real
I’m just tryna’ keep it real
Whatever that is
‘Cos I could think a thought and make it happen
It’s no secret the law of attraction is written in our fabric
The most basic interactions are accurate
Maybe there’s too far left for us to digest this song
And in the midst of our doom I’m just tryna’ consume
They say [?] on the stars and the moon and the ancient Egyptian tombs
What about these babies dying in the womb, that don’t affect you?
Tell the truth, I know I heard that she don’t respect your youth
I know you well versed in the sacred secrets and thirst knowledge for whatever breathes it
You’re on your poor righteous [?], wise intelligence, you rhyme with such elegance
But the homie got killed, what’s the relevance?
They gave my uncle twenty-seven years with no evidence
It’s really real out here, niggas are getting killed out here
Where’s your content?
How do you sleep, where’s your conscience?
How could you ever forget the projects?
Nigga my heart bleeds, stop it
You can’t disown with this home
With that said I take them whenever I zone
If it never I Rome, the empire’s standing strong behind me
On my side like my [?]
Flesh on my flesh, it’s embedded in me my IV
80s baby stuck in the 90s, ten khakis creased on top of Cortez Nikes
White t-shirt with a dope dealer’s psyche
Swear air, ain’t too many left that’s like me

[Hook]
All my life, I been told everything that glitters ain’t gold
Now that I’ve arrived, I see these truths unfold before my eyes in a world so cold, nigga this world so cold
Everything that glitters ain’t gold, nigga this world so cold
Til my demise I’m in this world so cold, nigga this world so cold

[Outro]
Nigga this world so cold
Nigga this world so cold
Til my demise I’m in this world so cold, nigga this world so cold

E-40 – Savage (feat. B-Legit & Jazze Pha)

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 1: E-40]
I was born with a rusty spoon
Now I’m a tycoon
I’ve been drinkin’ all afternoon
Ain’t finna stop, no time soon
Bad bitches matter
She want me to scoop her up like a spatula
She wanna get attached like an adapter
She think I’m a trash compactor, she want me to smash her
I’m a savage about my cabbage
All my life I been mannish
Establish practice what you preach
A barbarian, I’m a beast
Know how to manuever in these streets
How to wiggle, get to the Gouda
Straight shooter
I’m super solid from the rooter to the tooter
Cali-foo-ya’ll do ya
Don’t let the palm trees fool you
They play with street instruments
And they’ll bring the noise like a tuba
Pushin’ [?], travel the planet
Hard made the granite
Tax a bitch like a W9
Bitch I’m a savage

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 2: Jazze Pha]
Y’all motherfuckers really need to hol’ up
Fins out, got the world like controlla
Open my pockets, they swole up
Everywhere we go motherfuckers know us
Bitch you don’t know nobody like me
I know your boyfriend wanna fight me
But you droppin’ that ass on my IG
In the club, makin’ movie like Spike Lee
Pull out with a [?]
Nigga lookin’ like, "Who did it?"
At the telly with the door closed
From the back like, "Who’s is it?"

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 3: B-Legit]
If I’ma do it, I’ma run through it by tonight
Yellow bitch super thick in that all white
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
Maybe later on I’ma give her pipe
I’m the type to get it in the ladies room
Bathroom stall by the toilet paper
And she can make it to the green room
It’s goin’ down in the elevator
Trust me, touch me, she fuck with B-Le
Work the day shift, she tuck my heater
Savage ’bout mine, we smoke the ether
Put her in a Uber, I don’t trust her either
Pull up in a drop with a rocket on
B-Lit smokin’ jello outta loud bag
If she ever out of pocket homie
They ain’t just somethin’ you can pimp past

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, drop the baggage
‘Cause I’m a savage
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage
‘Cause I’m a savage
‘Cause I’m a savage

Lil Durk – See Me Down (feat. Jadakiss)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
They wanna see me down
They wanna see me down

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Just wanna see my son grow up
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
They don’t want me ’cause me profile high cases
Being black tryna make it in this world, can’t make billions like other races
If I call it how I see it they say I’m racist
Let’s face it
If Donald Trump win the spot, then we back to the basics
No more link , no more wiic, no more free shots when you sick
No more S.S.I. checks, either coming for your kids
[?] who would of though I would make a million of of pot
Feds on me why you think I used to turn down all the slots
Tired of seein’ my niggas die, on they days they momma cryin’
Opps crazy on IG tell them niggas calm it down
Heard niggas telling now, they come around I shut it down
And I keep a couple rounds
And I keep a couple rounds
[?] kids, he know I care
I grab my gun when i laid with no help
My momma stressing other me, she loosing health
My cousin trippin’, says I’m never there
Why? Then I say –

[Hook: Lil Durk & Jadakiss]
Just wanna see my son grow up
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Kick back, smoke, and I just tell my mans
Look y’all, we came a long way from selling grams
I’m tryna make a Mill, you tryna make a stack
When I leave I don’t know if I’ma make it back
You don’t need nothing to relate to that
The thought of my kids suffering, I hate the fact
Say goodbye to your mom, before you every think of doing me bodily harm
Even though the war is on, you’ve got to be calm
It’s a time to keep quite, a time to respond
Nah, you’ll never be fly as the Don
I shoot you man in his head, let him die in your arms
It’s written inside of the Quran
They changed the Bible several times, something got to be wrong
Check it for yourself, if you don’t believe me now
They can’t be me now, therefore they just wanna –

[Outro: Lil Durk & Jadakiss]
They wanna see me down
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

Lil Durk – See Me Down

[Intro: Lil Durk]
They wanna see me down
They wanna see me down

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Just wanna see my son grow up
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
They don’t want me ’cause me profile high cases
Being black tryna make it in this world, can’t make billions like other races
If I call it how I see it they say I’m racist
Let’s face it
If Donald Trump win the spot, then we back to the basics
No more link , no more wiic, no more free shots when you sick
No more S.S.I. checks, either coming for your kids
[?] who would of though I would make a million of of pot
Feds on me why you think I used to turn down all the slots
Tired of seein’ my niggas die, on they days they momma cryin’
Opps crazy on IG tell them niggas calm it down
Heard niggas telling now, they come around I shut it down
And I keep a couple rounds
And I keep a couple rounds
[?] kids, he know I care
I grab my gun when i laid with no help
My momma stressing other me, she loosing health
My cousin trippin’, says I’m never there
Why? Then I say –

[Hook: Lil Durk & Jadakiss]
Just wanna see my son grow up
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Kick back, smoke, and I just tell my mans
Look y’all, we came a long way from selling grams
I’m tryna make a Mill, you tryna make a stack
When I leave I don’t know if I’ma make it back
You don’t need nothing to relate to that
The thought of my kids suffering, I hate the fact
Say goodbye to your mom, before you every think of doing me bodily harm
Even though the war is on, you’ve got to be calm
It’s a time to keep quite, a time to respond
Nah, you’ll never be fly as the Don
I shoot you man in his head, let him die in your arms
It’s written inside of the Quran
They changed the Bible several times, something got to be wrong
Check it for yourself, if you don’t believe me now
They can’t be me now, therefore they just wanna –

[Outro: Lil Durk & Jadakiss]
They wanna see me down
Chicago streets, no love
I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now
Niggas catchin’ cases
That on a daily bases
I stared from the basement
I used to sleep in basements
They wanna see me down
They wanna be me now

Keke Palmer – Jealous

[Intro]
Two up, fuck who up
I was sitting in the coup, watch the bitch pull up
Hate a nigga think he slick, bitch rick ruler
Tell him, she tag me again she gon’ see thriller

[Chorus]
You say that you promise to love me, love me
That’s what you said
But I see a shawty all on my IG
She just [?]
If I didn’t have so much going for me
I’d fuck you up on this jealousy
Bitch don’t let this TV make you think that you know me

[Verse 1]
Shot town, south side, [?], bitch, what’s good (don’t know what I’d do)
I don’t have to twist no fingers just know I’m good (don’t know what I’d do)
You gotta get beside her ‘fore you catch me in the lineup, tied up
And in that case I ain’t got no business involved
All because you in your feelings that we ain’t what we were
So tying niggas up tight
Always wanna share the spotlight
My type is them boys that got a little street [?]
I was still fine
Hit a bitch the same time, give her that love
But nigga granted, I let you get up in her panties
Guess I’m moving on, you can’t stand it
Fuck a virgo over one time, I leave you stranded
I’m past it
Ain’t no hard feelings at all

[Chorus]
You say that you promise to love me, love me
That’s what you said
But I see a shawty all on my IG
She just [?]
If I didn’t have so much going for me
I’d fuck you up on this jealousy
Bitch don’t let this TV make you think that you know me

[Verse 2]
I know you ain’t into her (I know you ain’t into her)
But she is the best option you could grab
Your insecurities have been revealed but you’re not saying a thing, a thing
No need to speak
She know you hitting my phone
So sick [?]
If you’re taking her away
Then there ain’t no need in texting me
I know she a thing for the thirsty
She gon’ be the first one to let that slip
Tell that bitch don’t come around here unless she ready for the shit
[?]

[Chorus]
You say that you promise to love me, love me
That’s what you said
But I see a shawty all on my IG
She just [?]
If I didn’t have so much going for me
I’d fuck you up on this jealousy
Bitch don’t let this TV make you think that you know me

[Chorus]
You say that you promise to love me, love me
That’s what you said
But I see a shawty all on my IG
She just [?]
If I didn’t have so much going for me
I’d fuck you up on this jealousy
Bitch don’t let this TV make you think that you know me

Lil Durk – Real letras

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

[Verse 1]
Baby momma actin’ evil
Uncle still playin’ wit them needles
New car gas diesel
New money cash Visa
Nuski died what they believin’
Brotha muslim to my pops too
Tell ’em people (?) needy
We ain’t tryna talk no agreements
Beat my case wit the best lawyer
Told my sister I want the best for ya
Fuck a strippa go invest money
IG hoes that’s a test for ya
Devil workin’ want the best of ya
Street niggas make a mess of ya
Lil niggas put stress on ya
Yea yea yea
Start them killas off of guns, start the traphouse off of pounds
Bitch you know I love my son, broke my back was on the ground
Who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

[Verse 2]
Close homie tried to kill me
I’m just givin’ y’all that’s the real me
Real niggas gotta feel me
Station tryna they tryna wheel me
Couple big niggas tried to lift me
I got my pops so don’t try me
I got missed call from my granny
Gotta get back wit the family
Streets say I need old me
Nappy dreads off the codeine
Block niggas sellin’ dope fiend
Gold rollies to a trophy
Fuck a deal I got street money
Keep money plug keep comin’
Comin’ strong nothin’ weak to me
Nick Cannon Glocks keep drummin’
In the streets wit me it ain’t nowhere
Got all of these money I’mma show it
So who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

Beatking – Bussibak letras

[Intro]
Hold up bitch
Hold up bitch
Texas Uncle Luke
Club Godzilla

[Hook]
If you got some good pussy, where they at tho?
If you the baddest in the club, where they at tho?
If you got your own paper, where they at tho?
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Head down, ass up bust it back tho
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho

[Verse 1]
Bust it back tho
I got Act, tho
She gon’ drop it down to the floor
For these racks tho
Twerking on another chick that’s some Texas shit
I saw her twerking on IG before I met the bitch
She ain’t faithful
I got cake tho
I’mma hit you from the back but we can’t date tho
Hold up, you can sell that pussy on the weekend
Hold up, you can sell that pussy on the weekend

[Hook]
If you got some good pussy, where they at tho?
If you the baddest in the club, where they at tho?
If you got your own paper, where they at tho?
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Head down, ass up bust it back tho
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho

[Verse 2]
Bust it back, tho
Keep your head down
Put your hands on your knees I throw this bread down
Skinny bitch, thick chick I’ma throw this cash
Tag team with your partner, tell that bitch to throw that ass
I pull up trill tho
Pop a pill tho
The way she drop it I can tell that ass real tho
I knocked her down, she told her partner how it feel tho
Now her partner tryna kick it like field goal
I ain’t trippin tho
I’ma switch it tho
H-Town, double cup, tripping sip a 4
Hold up, Club Godzilla I’m on some pimpin’ shit
Tryna give these nigga game like [?]

[Hook]
If you got some good pussy, where they at tho?
If you the baddest in the club, where they at tho?
If you got your own paper, where they at tho?
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Bust it back tho
Head down, ass up bust it back tho
Hold up, drop it to the floor
Bust it back tho

Lil Durk – Perky’s Callin (Remix) letras

[Intro]
Ay, I’m back on that ’07 shit, ya hear me
I think I’m the only nigga that can turn ops to fans, ya hear me
Free 9

[Verse]
Me and Nuski swagged up in grad school
Remember when the homicide grabbed you
Boogieman had trap like a drive thru
The coke is goin’ quick like it’s fast food
Booka told me D-rose lost his 9-1
Appeal money for them killas when that time come
Sneak dissin’ wit these goofys, niggas dyin’ for ’em
One call I’ll make my TV it’ll slide up
I press 1JB ’cause Zoo was callin’
I press 7 ’cause these goofys callin’ (Lets get It)
I fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping (Ain’t Nun)
Fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping
I beat my case I keep my pistol on me (Lets Get It ! Ls)
This nigga ‘pose to been my man but he was snitchin’ on me
And everytime he came around I was grippin on it
Like fuck yo life I won’t think twice and I’ll blink you homie
We a’ll turn your IG to an obituary
I just took couple of yo homies to a cemetery (Lets get It)
And you know we did it you ain’t did none (Bitch)
DD in the jam and he ain’t said nothin’
Can’t name a fucking nigga that I ran from
Just made 60 thousand off a Samsung
Just put a couple bodies on my damn gun
And we carry draco’s like they hand guns
Bitches wanna glo wanna be famous
Cummed inside her mouth I make her taste dick (Eater)
Them skinny bitches whine I make em take dick
Might fuck her in the butt so she can stay thick
I lost my niggas to this shit that’s why I’m solo homie gang)
Uptown Miami hood and I was dolo homie
The streets will pull you back and forth like yo-yo homie
Like we ain’t kill your mans and I don’t know your homie
I can hear Nuski calling
I can hear Yuyu calling (Chino)
I can hear LA calling
Yea I can hear Pluto calling
I can hear Irish calling
I can hear J Money calling
And I can hear O calling
Yea I can hear Mo calling
I was staying in Chicago cause I had to (Lets Get It! Ls)
Probation for my pistol it was bad news
All these niggas tried to diss me cause they had to (Gang)
Even if I was with my kids, know I had to
I got better fans I got better thoughts
Like shout out to them killas who was never caught
Niggas screaming gang gang yea they hella soft
I seen that shit happened thats a gimmick nigga (Fraud)
A hunnid for my jewelry for my image nigga (Lets get It)
In the field with my killas playing scrimmage nigga
That Timmy Turner won’t none to my Timmy nigga
Tim-Tim gave a fifty in the city nigga
Nigga off Tremain I used to hang wit (Bitch)
Now they want me dead on some fame shit (Bitch)
Or they want some people thats the same shit
And they call them people that’s the same shit (Gang!)