“I don’t want 30, I want 300.” Is an era of teacher shortage coming in Russia?

There is a shortage of teachers in schools in a number of regions of the country, especially in mathematics, physics, Russian and foreign languages. To solve the problem, the Cabinet of Ministers has created a Concept for the Training of Pedagogical Personnel for the Education System until 2030 .

On the eve of the new academic year, aif.ru spoke with experts in education and teachers and learned how they see the way out of the situation of personnel shortage of teachers.

The region is different for the region

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Far from on the entire territory of the Russian Federation, this problem arose. Basically, we are talking about the Far Eastern, Northwestern, Siberian, Urals and Southern federal districts. Here, there is a shortage of teachers, and the salaries of teachers did not grow as fast as as in other regional specialists.

And, for example, in the  Magadan and Sakhalin regions, Moscow, and also the Nenets, Chukotka and Yamal-Nenets Autonomous Okrugs, the salary level of teachers amounted to more than 85 thousand rubles last year. And this that time         when teachers in the North-Caucasian Federal District, in the republics of Adygea, Kalmykia, Mari El                Mordovia, Altai Territory, Ivanovo, Kurgan, Pskov, Smolensk and  rubles.

 the problem of lack of subjects has another side — those teachers who now work in schools are mostly elderly: more than 650 thousand teachers have reached retirement age.

To solve this, the Cabinet of Ministers approved the Concept for the Training of Pedagogical Personnel for the Education System until  2030 . The document states that now the training of teaching staff in our country is carried out on the basis of 229 universities and 440 colleges of various departmental affiliations. But many graduates don go to schools. Yes and the knowledge that teachers receive often does not meet the expectations of employers and parents of students. The concept suggests that the requirements for training of teachers will be the same for all educational institutions.

“It is planned to strengthen the subject and practical training of teachers: to make mandatory such disciplines as “Russian language and culture of speech”, “Classroom management”, “Working with parents”, “Inclusion”, to improve the system of targeted education , especially in the most scarce pedagogical specialties, to use mechanisms for securing novice teachers in profession», — it says in the explanation of the adopted concept.

Among the measures that will allow attracting more graduates to — — for example, targeted training. A greater number of students will study on the direction of the university from the educational institution. Students will be taught modern digital technologies, and students-teachers will devote at least half of their time at the university to studying the subject they plan to teach.

“The work has already begun. With we are preparing a plan for the implementation of the concept with and will present it within within six months  — — declared Head of the Ministry of Education Sergey Kravtsov.

«I don 30, I want 300»

It was with these words that a former English teacher of one of the schools in Chelyabinsk answered the question of an aif.ru correspondent. According to the young teacher, she left the school at the end of the last academic year, not because the prestige of the profession had fallen, but only because of insufficient salary.  Before the pandemic, I received an invitation to work in China  — Elena says. — However, for for obvious reasons the relocation did not work out. I was promised a salary that 10 times more than I received at school. I and know Chinese, I think that my knowledge is worth more than what they offer me for teaching children in municipal school. Our teachers — all pensioners who work because they cannot afford a modest pension. In the winter at school, in the summer in the garden. I want more».

«It depresses the fact that the work of a teacher is not respected»

Elena Istyagina-Eliseeva, Deputy Chairman of the Commission of the Civic Chamber of Russian Federation on physical culture and healthy lifestyle promotion, scientific director of the Institute of Sports Management and Law of the Higher School of Economics, believes that often experienced teachers of general education schools broadcast a rather pessimistic view of the personnel potential of receivers, note the poor preparation of graduates of pedagogical universities, the lack of desire for self-improvement. “As my very mature, 35-year-old school teacher colleague said, “They don’t work the way we do.” with pioneer enthusiasm» — comments Istyagin-Eliseev aif.ru. — And, unfortunately, the main task of young teachers is to earn money. But here you can understand them. For example, in the Chernozem region, an English teacher with a load of 32 hours, taking into account the additional payment to a young specialist, receives a net 20,000 rubles. In the Volga region, the base salary is from 6500 to 11000 rubles. With all additional payments, again, not more than 20,000 rubles. Actually, this analysis can be completed. Work on 2 rates — means to burn out in 2-3 years. The wage situation quickly cools the most ardent romantics. So it turns out that today it is beneficial for pensioners to stay in school: an increase in the pension, plus additional payments for merits, give 60-80 thousand rubles a month. As one of the  heads of the Pedagogical School bitterly jokes: "Young professionals are more willing to trade — stand behind the counter for 40 thousand rubles in mode 2 2».

In the opinion of the Deputy Chairman of the Commission of the Public Chamber of the Russian Federation, pedagogical universities accept a contingent with a very low USE score. Thus, those who did not enter the  prestigious» university entrants submit their documents to "ped" to get a higher education. And then, after working in the specialty for a year, maximum three, they run away from the school. It is depressing that the work of a teacher is not respected.

«It is difficult for young teachers to work with parents — says Istyagina-Eliseeva.   You need to be in control of yourself and to know psychology in order to gently and flexibly explain to modern dads and mothers the reasons for their child's lagging behind. Yes and in in working with parents these days — it is a separate art. I think that universities need to strengthen the subjects that would help the future teacher to behave properly with the parental staff. Nevertheless, the masters of school pedagogy note that young teachers are in great need of the school — children love them with all the gaps in knowledge and pedagogical experience.

Separately, I note that the issue of aging of the teaching staff is not easy. On the one hand, the country's leadership raises the retirement age and actively promotes the extension of active longevity, including working age. And c the other is looking for an opportunity to rejuvenate the teaching staff.

I think that you need to look not in passport, but at qualifications. There are retired teachers who do an excellent job with educational and educational tasks. There are also young teachers who, despite the lack of life experience, do an excellent job.

“Online makes it possible for children from the outback to learn”

Dmitry Danilov, CEO and  founder of an online school, is sure that online learning will allow students in small towns to get the necessary knowledge, regardless of  a good teacher in school.

“I see the introduction of online education in schools as one of the optimal and alternative ways out of this situation. The evolution of education leads to  the emergence of numerous EdTech-projects around the world and in Russia in particular.

In fact, we all know the lack of good teachers and tutors at affordable prices in small towns, at least it is clear to those who live in such settlements. This is especially true for subjects in a foreign language, in particular, English. I from the small town of Cheboksary, and this problem was clear to me. Accordingly, students in small towns are less likely to get a good education and quality preparation for final exams in order to enter a prestigious university. And almost everyone has access to the Internet.

Online education, according to Danilov, has its pros and cons.

Pros:

— Don't waste time and money on the road.

— The possibility of self-organization of the schedule, because recordings of webinars remain and their you can watch at any time.

— You can study with good teachers from all over the country. This is especially true for small settlements where the school may be very far away or simply absent.

Cons of online education:

— The need to develop self-discipline.

— There may be more lessons than offline.

— A large amount of information for self-study. There is very little structured material at the disposal of the student that will actually be useful to him.

"If we talk in to the future of school education, then I see — a hybrid of online and offline education. Socialization is needed, and the educational element must also remain. The second important part of any educational process — upbringing. Third — the teacher must teach the student to learn, in modern terms, “sell” study, that is, to interest, inspire study, which is exactly what online education with its tools and visibility can do.

If we talk about universities, then here I allow a number of specialties (programming, economics, sociology, and others), which can be obtained in online format and in a shorter period (a year or two, instead of 3-5 years traditionally). The world and  professions are changing too fast today. But there are fundamental sciences — for example, medicine, and  so far I can't imagine how today it is possible to train doctors only online without practical and laboratory classes  — Danilov thinks.

From school — in entrepreneurs

Natalia Maksimova, former teacher of mathematics and computer science at a private school, is sure that online education, on the contrary, is quite difficult, first of all, for the teacher himself:

 I came into school teaching after five years of freelancing as as a tutor. I worked at school the most difficult period — from mid-2019 (eve of the pandemic) to mid-2021 (completion of the second lockdown).

The specifics of the work was that I did not had a pedagogical education. However, I have very good communication skills, an engineering education from Bauman Moscow State Technical University and the desire to show children in school that computer science — this is a lot of interesting projects, and even standard excel tools can help you create applications on your phone. Since the school was private, there was an opportunity to move away from the obligatory Federal State Educational Standards, since no one passed computer science either in class 9 or in class 11, and we work in project mode. The  school also had the opportunity, and they purchased a 3D printer for an additional computer science circle, which I led with pleasure for children in grades 5-8 . However, with the advent of the pandemic, the focus of my work has shifted from teaching to technical support for the entire school to organize the educational process so that children can learn from home, teachers can conduct lessons remotely, and and so on.

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This greatly undermined the desire to continue working, yes, and to interact with children. The specifics of children's motivation offline — not  the easiest task, but already online and completely difficult to keep the attention of a child.

For myself, I found out that working with non-adult audience (up to 20 years) is ready only offline, and  ;here with adults who themselves come with a request, you can in any format.

From school I went to entrepreneurship, realizing that I can make people's lives better not only at level of quality improvement school education, but in further development.

Now I am invited to lectures at universities, where I lecture soft-skills and entrepreneurship, develop my art of working with audiences, grow as a teacher. School wouldn't give me all this.

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The court arrested the CEO of the hostel, where 8 people died in a fire

Plot A fire in a Moscow hostel

The Presnensky District Court issued a decision to arrest Eleonora Mironova, the general director of a hostel in the Russian capital, where 8 people died as a result of a fire, Izvestia reports.

Eleonora Mironova was arrested until September 29.

Earlier, the Presnensky District Court decided to send Eleonora's father, Rauf Mironov, who is the founder of the hostel, to a pre-trial detention center for the period of investigation. He was also taken into custody until September 29.

The general director and the founder of the hostel are accused of a crime under the article of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation “Performing work or providing services that do not meet safety requirements, which negligently caused the death of two or more citizens” ;.

Earlier it was reported that the owners of the hostel are actively resisting the investigation.

Recall that the fire occurred on the night of July 29 in a hostel on Alma-Atinskaya Street. As a result, eight people were killed and six others were injured. The victims were in the same room where the fire broke out. The guests tried to put out the fire, but died from poisoning by combustion products.

The Investigative Committee is considering various versions of the fire, including a faulty electrical wiring. A number of forensic examinations have been appointed to establish the exact cause.

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Significant social projects. Winners of the Internet Content Award will be awarded in Moscow

On 2 June Moscow Music Media Dome will host the first National Internet Content Content Award Ceremony. The award was established by the Internet Development Institute (IRI) with the support of the Presidential Fund for Cultural Initiatives, VK holding acted as a strategic partner.

Projects (videos, podcasts, articles, projects in the media and the blogosphere, feature and documentary series, films) were accepted for the award, the digital release of which took place from September 2020 to December 2021. About 60 out of 383 projects that were nominated for the award became finalists. Industry leaders could put forward projects: Russian media, content producers, video hosting companies, media holdings, blogging agencies — in total about 100 organizations.

The total prize fund of the first National Internet Content Award is 18 million rubles.

The winners will be named in 19 main categories, divided into two blocks (“Best social projects” and “Thematic nominations”), as well as several “Special nominations”. In the first two blocks socially significant projects on the Internet published in the period from September 2020 to December 2021 will be marked. In special nominations, awards will be given to projects focused on the current social agenda.

The award nominations are designed to highlight socially significant and positive content: projects about culture, history, volunteering, charity, educational and educational content, content about the achievements of Russian citizens, and projects of a patriotic orientation.

К  Expert groups already operating under IRI were involved in the evaluation of projects. Thus, the Competition Committee of the IRI acts as the Expert Council of the award, and the functions of the jury of the award are performed by the Producer Council of the IRI chaired by the CEO of CTC Media Vyacheslav Murugov.

The selection of projects was carried out in three stages: at the first IRI sent inquiries to industry leaders, then the received projects were considered by members of the Expert Council of ANO “IRI”. They formed a “short list” awards, evaluating the nominees on a 10-point scale. The results of the competition will be summed up by the members of the jury through the system of personal accounts in online mode.

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Age of Opportunity. The best practices of active aging are presented

Story National projects

The active longevity movement is developing, growing with initiatives in the regions. The best experience does not go unnoticed. Today, at a press conference in TASS, the results of the II All-Russian selection of the best practices of active aging as part of the Demography national project were presented.

Better and more mature

The selection was organized by ANO “National Priorities”, the Ministry of Labor, the Agency for Strategic Initiatives (ASI) and the Timchenko Foundation in partnership with 8 more organizations. The second “selection” organized by order and with the support of the Ministry of Labor. 

«Such annual selections, — said Minister of Labor and Social Protection of the Russian Federation Anton Kotyakov, — help identify effective work tools and motivate us all to look for new solutions. The quality of life of the older generation continues to be one of the state priorities, and within the framework of the national project “Demography” we are constantly improving approaches to the provision of social services». 

The selection received 689 applications, i.e. more than 2 times more than last year, in 4 categories: “Active life”, “Medical and social care, public care and prevention”, “Healthy lifestyle” ; and Education and Employment. 112 practitioners from 42 regions reached the final. Their authors — social institutions, NGOs, businesses, volunteer organizations.

Among the finalists are 10 federal, 19 regional, 60 city and 23 rural practices. Among them — technologies for the widespread introduction of a long-term care system at the level of the republic, corporate training programs and the retention of mature employees and assistance to veterans of enterprises, yoga and hockey classes, the creation of an anti-cafe for the older generation, garden therapy (a method of rehabilitation using plants) for people living in boarding schools, socialization through online participation in contests and many others.

According to Deputy Prime Minister Tatyana Golikova, this year's practices are more professional and effective, they have many new formats and approaches.&nbsp ;

“The sphere of practices is developing, the professional sphere is being formed, — she said. — For this to continue, it is very important that regional authorities throughout the country help to study and replicate the best practices. Then people will be able to think of older age as the age of new opportunities, development and self-realization.

The winners were named by the CEO of National Priorities Sofia Malyavina, noting that thanks to the serious work of the Ministry of Labor with the regions to develop additional mechanisms and tools to help the older generation, this year's projects have become much better. 

According to Director General of the Elena and Gennady Timchenko Charitable Foundation Marina Morozova, they have also become more mature, i.e. their authors are well aware of the current problems of older people and know how to work with them. According to Morozova, it is also important that many projects of intersectoral cooperation have appeared, many of which are aimed at connecting with the state system, which, from joint work with NGOs, receives elements reinforcing it as a safety cushion.

Mass replication

The participants of the press conference insisted: selection of the best projects — not an end in itself, it is done so that other people and other organizations in other regions can take advantage of the best experience.

«We are not only summing up the selection, but also launching the mass replication of the best approaches in the “ Active Longevity”, — said Director of the Center for Best Practices ASI Ilya Mamykin. — All practices are located on the ASI “Smartek” platform, where you can go and leave an application for any of the projects. Then the managers from the agency will help in organizing contact with the team of authors, building relationships and bringing communication to the desired result. 

According to Mamykin, a team of experts will help to cope with the “pitfalls” and narrow issues of implementation of specific projects. He also added that financial support mechanisms for replicating active longevity practices are also being developed. 

Help

The winners of the second all-Russian selection of the best practices of active longevity within the framework of the national project “Demography”:

Nomination “Education and Employment”

— Faculty «Folk Crafts» (Republic of Buryatia)

— Honorable Citizen of “Biochemist” (Republic of Mordovia)

— University of the Third Age (Chuvash Republic)

— Reload 60+ (Tyumen region)

— Program to support labor and social activity of women 50+ (Ryazan region)

Nomination “Healthy lifestyle”

— Hockey club of generation 60+ “Yenisei Siberia” (Republic of Tyva, Republic of Khakassia, Krasnoyarsk Territory)

— Yogi grandmothers (Krasnoyarsk Territory)

— Active Longevity (Republic of Tatarstan)

Nomination “Active Life”

— Friendly neighbors (Stavropol Territory)

— Emerald City (Kostroma Region)

— Live actively — think positively. Continuation (Altai Territory)

— Anticafe (Saratov region)

— Active life and sociocultural rehabilitation of older people and people with disabilities (Krasnodar Territory)

Nomination “Medical and social care, public care and prevention”

— Technology for the widespread introduction of a long-term care system in the Republic of Bashkortostan (Republic of Bashkortostan)

— Popularization of information about measures of social support for the population (Krasnoyarsk Territory)

— Not alone at home (Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous Okrug)

— Veteran shifts (Kemerovo region)

— 3 steps to the health and active life of older people in the cities where the OMK group of companies operates (Republic of Bashkortostan, Republic of Tatarstan, Nizhny Novgorod Region, Perm Territory)

— Basket of Kindness (All Russia)

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TikTokers Are Using Nail Files to Shave Teeth

You can buy a nail file at any nearby store and, by its name, you know exactly what it’s for: your fingernails. Flip it to either side and begin shaving away at your uneven pincers until they look suitable enough for you to flaunt them. Sounds simple, right? Welp, TikTok users have found a new use for nail files that’ll make your teeth shiver — literally. That’s right. Nail files have, suddenly, become teeth files.

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Social media trends aren’t anything new, and here’s the latest proof that this way of communication is slowly eroding our hive mind. Earlier this year, the dental trend was to use store-bought three-perfect hydrogen peroxide to whiten your teeth. Dentists swiftly shut that down, claiming that users could cause irreversible damage to their mouths. But in the wake of that dying move comes this method of teeth shaving that can be equally as dangerous.

@miadio Filing my teeth down ##fyp ##dentist ##notreally
♬ I hope I make dentists cringe – miadio

As one user puts their reason for shaving down her teeth, she’s “balling on a budget” so this makes sense. She starts the process and shows the before and after effects on her teeth, saying “it’s not perfect, but it’s significantly better.” Countless other examples show that the trend is widespread and, although it must be painful, mustn’t be that bad if people continue to do it.

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Dentists, however, are extremely concerned with this new development — especially in light of TikTok users’ teeth whitening hacks. “The enamel on the surfaces of teeth is very thin and once it’s filed down will never grow back,” says Dr. Kami Hoss, CEO of The Super Dentists. “Without the proper thickness of enamel protecting your teeth, your teeth may end up with sensitivity or pain, it will become more prone to cavities, and it will lose its’ luster and its’ white color (next layer, dentin, is yellow).”

@dr.m_ Another day spitting some facts about Tik Tok trends ##dentist ##nailfile ##teeth
♬ original sound – dr.m_

A dentist on TikTok posed a question to people following the trend about the future of their teeth, revealing that the problem that they’re looking to fix won’t be solved permanently by shaving them. “Okay, you file them and they look pretty good, but you didn’t solve the original problem,” he said in a video. “So what are you going to do when they’re uneven again, and your teeth are even shorter?”

Check out this teeth-shaving process, if you dare, up above.

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Are Minecraft Livestreams the Future of Music Festivals?

Rave Family Block Fest, a virtual EDM festival featuring over 65 stages and nearly 1,000 artists hosted entirely in Minecraft, began as a shower thought.

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“What if we can build Electric Forest in Minecraft?” recalled Jackie McGuire, CEO of Rave Family. “What if we could build the forest in Minecraft and invite some of our friends?”

What began as visions of McGuire’s favorite festival spots transformed into vivid recreations of the locations built with blocks in Minecraft, and the vibrant atmosphere of outdoor festivals came to life.

The in-game festival contains all of the elements that attendees are missing from their usual summer outings: camping (attendees can set up on empty plots with friends to showcase their building skills and compete for a private DJ session), games and live music are all key in the Rave Family Block Fest experience.

Some of the top EDM artists made their way onto the lineup: Steve Aoki, Rudimental, Diplo and Deadmau5 are all set to take the virtual stage over the course of the festival. Additionally, McGuire explained that Paris Hilton will host parties for ravers in her digitally recreated nightclub.






“The funny thing about the bigger names is that the reason they’re on the lineup is because they were personally very excited,” McGuire said. “…and with all these artists, literally they saw the videos and everything of the game and they were like, ‘This is so cool.’ So it’s not even like we paid their booking agents or anything to get them on board; they literally just thought that this is really cool and wanted to do it, which is really awesome.”

McGuire wanted to ensure that representation was of top priority at the Rave Family Block Fest, so rather than booking people based on their “clout,” she explained, stage-hosting artists curated their own lineups. As a result, the festival’s final artists soared beyond the “self-perpetuating cycle of a bunch of white dudes getting booked for festivals.”

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“What we ended up with was a much more representative festival,” McGuire said. “We have eight or nine stages hosted by [women]; we have just as many, if not more, hosted by people who are Black or people of color; we have an entire festival of artists who are of Indian descent. So, that’s another thing that I really hope changes is that we need to stop looking at people based exclusively on popularity because it just creates a cycle of ‘everybody looks the same,’ and representation matters.”

McGuire wanted to ensure that the artists were supported financially, so most of the revenue from the event’s ticket sales will go directly into their pockets; McGuire also noted that, at most festivals, this is not the case.

As many musicians struggle without live events during COVID-19, McGuire believes that livestreaming will become the new normal for the foreseeable future, but the market can only be successful if artists are getting paid for those virtual shows.

“I was really worried when the pandemic started because I don’t think most people realize that most artists make all of their money on shows; very, very few artists make meaningful money from their music,” McGuire said. “So I was really worried for most of my friends who are not the headliners. They’re fairly successful in their own right, but the people that have 2,000 to 10,000 Instagram followers, that’s actually what drives the music scene. Local, somewhat well-known DJs in different cities are what really make electronic music run. And then they eventually become headliners.”

Beyond supporting individual artists, Rave Family Block Fest is also fostering opportunities for festival-goers to donate to important organizations (The Bail Project, Campaign Zero and ByeByePlastic, which is dedicated to eliminating single-use plastics at music festivals) at checkout. Ticket buyers can also register to vote with HeadCount.

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“[We chose The Bail Project because] I don’t think most people realize how bail works, or how when you get arrested for something, even if you are acquitted, even if you didn’t do it, it can be a very expensive process,” McGuire said. “And especially so if you’re arrested for doing something, like protesting, right? If you’re doing something worthwhile and you’d be getting arrested, it shouldn’t bankrupt you. It shouldn’t cost you a paycheck to go do the right thing and protest injustice. So that seemed really important to me.”

From the social impact to the artist support, McGuire hopes that Rave Family Block Fest and festivals like it can begin to reform the live music industry when it comes to revenue and the way we consume art.

“I really hope that this shifts the paradigm of how people think about how we pay artists and who is actually making money from festivals,” McGuire said. “…I really hope that we can kind of shift the focus so that people realize that the people who actually make the music and create the art that we all enjoy are not the ones that benefit the most from most festivals. So I’m really hoping that by doing this, the way that we’re doing it, it changes things for them.”

Rave Family Block Fest kicked off on July 9 and will end on July 13, but McGuire said that three weekends of replays will ensue for those who don’t get to attend the first time around. Tickets (called cover charges) start at $10, and over half of each purchase goes directly to the artist that attendees choose to support.

For more information about Rave Family Block Fest and to purchase tickets, click here.

Photos courtesy of Rave Family

Smino – TEMPO Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh (Yeah, yeah)
Man my boy back in the bitch on some everythang shit
We back in that muthafucka, you know what I’m sayin’? Yes Sir
Nigga, I was gon’ say this
Whole lot to do, feel me? Big SMI-OO
You know what I’m sayin’?
Let’s go
Shit’s whatever

[Verse 1]
I eat pussy ’cause it’s good for me
Pussy tighter than a cheerio
I’m in London, they say “Cheerio” (Cheerio)
In the city, niggas cheer me on
Blunt bigger than a burrito
Queso coupe, I got a tenant in case I swoop
Way too much fun, I’m soundin’ like trigga truth, baby
I don’t be trippin’ like that on the title, just take a trip, baby
I don’t be drinkin’ like that, hope this Hen’ feelin’ Roddy Rich, lazy

[Bridge]
Hop in the back of the boat (Yes)
In the back of the boat (What?)
In the back of the boat (Huh)
In the back of the boat
Aye-aye, in the water
With a bih like Rihanna?
I’m anti broke hoe, you ain’t ballin’ be honest
I took the tempo, huh (Huh)
Damn I caught my tempo, huh (Yeah-yeah)
You nigga straight from the soil
I planted them seeds, I got a tenfold (Alright)
Yeah, I’m the CEO, SMI-O
They tell me copy tenfold, uh
She call me papi, that pussy stay poppin’ for me, me, me, oh

[Chorus]
You ain’t ballin’ be honest, I took the tempo, (Hoe)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo
You ain’t ballin’ be honest, I took the tempo, (Hoe)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn, damn I caught my tem-

[Verse 2]
And I’m never fallin’ regardless the mountain
I’m Billy the goat, I got wonderful balance
She really the GOAT, with no hands and she tell and show
Ten out of ten, everytime I get bidness
She throwin’ the towel, we go eat at Thai
My old bitches see me, I order sushimi like, woah
Yeah we fuckin’ raw
I know, I know you heard somethin’ that your sister saw
I don’t wanna get involved, we just talk
But all this fightin’ in the lobby, sloppy shit must stop
Oh, oh (Oh)

[Chorus]
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo
You ain’t ballin’ be honest, I took the tempo, (Hoe)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn, damn I caught my t-

Blacc Zacc – Carolina Narco Lyrics

[Intro]
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
Told y’all I feel like the Narcos or somethin’
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
Carolina drug dealer
He introduced me to Diego, haha
The Diego get me the peso, CEO motherf**ker (Kio, Kio)
All white bricks like mayo, hold up

[Chorus]
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo

[Verse 1]
I took me a trip to the Mecca, found me a plug like Griselda
We was movin’ dope in the Tesla
The Feds tried to raid, we ain’t tell ’em
The price went up, we ain’t sell them, had to double-up with head on
Jackers tryna plot, we ain’t scared of ’em
Tell them niggas think with they head on
Like to play the freeway like Ricky
On Figueroa with about fifty
Got power in my city like 50
When I’m done, I’ma make a documentary
Come to Carolina, nigga, I’m a narco, old school player like Mayo
Got the Cinderella look like J.Lo, her brother pullin’ up in the cargo
Chop your head off like Pablo, the chopper blew his tag like Marco
The bricks all gone, but the trap ain’t closed, my nigga ’round the corner, say he got a couple more
You ever hit the work in a Hemi? If the police get behind me, I’ma hit it
Cookin’ dope in the kitchen like a chemist, straight drop, your face can’t feel it
I heard 12 wanna block, gotta lay low, why they on my block actin’ like a A-hole?
This shit don’t stop ’til I say so, we gon’ still run it up when the slow-mo
Like Travis Scott, nigga, I’m a sicko, this money startin’ to get to my mental
Still keep gas like Citgo, come and get it down for a nickel

[Chorus]
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo

[Verse 2]
Chop a bitch up like hibachi, this chopper gon’ kick like karate
Pull up on your block, leave the bitch sloppy, want to join our gang? Go and catch a body
The junkies at the line like a free throw, I serve good dope, Gambino
Connected with the Cubans and the ‘migos, this 4L shit like Bino
Had to wash the money, it was dirty, up with the zombies when it’s early
Cookin’ thirty in the pot, Steph Curry, call the contact number, vision blurry
You’ve never seen a plug like Stevie, I make them niggas wonder how to be me
Turned a hundred to a quarter like it’s easy
Finnesse somebody brick, that’s a freebie

[Chorus]
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo

Blacc Zacc – Chump Change Lyrics

[Intro]
I still got the bag in the city, come and get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf**kin’ beat? Ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherf**ker
This ain’t nothin’ but some chump change, dog (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)

[Verse 1]
Went to Johnny Dang, I spent the extra on the chain (Ooh)
I blow the check insane, I’m ’bout to ice tray the gang (Ice)
I copped this groupie ho, she wanna f**k me for my fame (Bitch)
White and red bitch, she eatin’ dick like candy cane (Bitch)
I just signed a deal and they actin’ like I’m broke (Yup)
Got that bitch, they dropped the bag at Interscope (Let’s go)
I’m still in the Hellcat with the .30 on the pole (Skrrt)
Won’t hesitate to smoke a lil’ rapper like a pope (Bitch)
Don’t compare me to you rappers, I don’t really speak lyrics (Uh-huh)
The world know I’m a trapper, I get lyrics through spirit (Nah)
I was bein’ way too humble, I had to come up out that shell
I don’t care about no cover, my bag XXL (Nigga)

[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)

[Verse 2]
Lil’ freaky bitch can eat the dick, but I don’t love her (Bitch)
I got too many hoes to f**k, nigga, I can shuffle (Bitch)
I’m still ’bout my chips like a muh’f**kin’ Ruffle (Let’s go)
Took my first advance and spent that shit up off some bubble (Woo)
Get that shit through customs, I’m addicted to the hustle (Let’s go)
Touch my chain and you a goner, caught a corner, I’ma buss ’em (Brrt)
Ain’t ever in the city, “How he claim that he the richest?” (What?)
I heard his hood against him, niggas change when you get millions
(Ha)
I started epidemic, niggas’ trappin’ like they Zacc (CEO muh’f**ka)
Bitch, this ain’t no gimmick, I really C up in the trap (Yeah)
Comin’ down that chimney, I’m like Grinch for that set
Told OG, “Let’s get it,” made a M off of rap (Nigga)

[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)

Jay Fizzle – Introduction Lyrics

[Intro]
Fah, fah
Racks racks
Fizzle
Gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Whole lot of paper route business
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper route Taliban
Big grape
Crip

[Chorus]
Pockets on full, strapped with that forty, yeah
I hear the little shit that you talkin’
I don’t sip lean, but I smoke weed, yeah
Strong got a lil nigga coughin’
Leave a nigga dead, put him in the grave, yeah
Put a lil nigga in a coffin
Nigga you a bitch, nigga you a ho
CEO want you gone, lil nigga I got you

[Verse 1]
I got two guns, ayy, try me, get pop popped
I got two sons, play with them, no question, you got
I got coupon, I got a nigga whacked for the cheap
Ayy, big Grape nigga, big C, ayy
Double G down to the feet, yeah
Big Tigga my role model
And Mad Max nigga off Shottas
I feel like the plug, El Chapo
You was hoopin’ in school, I was robbin’
Gang turned up, nigga Taliban
Hood on go like Pakistan
You ain’t heard, now you heard, nigga I’m the man
Pop a nigga’s ass like a rubber band

[Bridge]
I’m the plug lil nigga, that’s why I look like this
I’m the shooter lil nigga, that’s why I move like this
I got the Glock lil nigga, that’s why I walk like this
My pockets fat lil nigga, that’s why I talk like this
I’m the plug lil nigga, that’s why I look like this
I’m the shooter lil nigga, that’s why I move like this
I got the Glock lil nigga, that’s why I walk like this
My pockets fat lil nigga, that’s why I talk like this

[Verse 2]
Been with the shit, no toilet bowl
I, turn a nigga head to a hole
TT he loc, that man can’t fold, ayy
Play with lil cuz and get smoked
I’m rollin’ dope, I’m smokin’ dope, yeah
Burn the lil hairs off my nose
Trap never close, knock at the door, yeah
I get you served on the boat
Water on me like a Fanta
Shittin’ on niggas, no Pamper
Chopper turn niggas to dancers
He the wrong smoke, don’t do cancer
I shot his ass like a Newport
Trappin’ and robbin’ my new sport
I f**ked a thot and got two ‘borts
Then f**ked this bitch in like two bullets

[Interlude]
Paper route business nigga
Paper route Fizzle nigga
Big grape
Fah fah
That’s all you gon’ hear me say in the foreign
Dumpin’ out the window nigga
Fah fah

[Chorus]
Pockets on full, strapped with that forty, yeah
I hear the little shit that you talkin’
I don’t sip lean, but I smoke weed, yeah
Strong got a lil nigga coughin’
Leave a nigga dead, put him in the grave, yeah
Put a lil nigga in a coffin
Nigga you a bitch, nigga you a ho
CEO want you gone, lil nigga I got you

K. Michelle – Supa Hood Lyrics

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[Intro]
B-beats for the stars

[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
901 on my phone comin’ through
Young nigga, street dude, 22
Sorry, I’m not ’bout to play wit’ you (I’m so sorry)
‘Cause if we fuckin’, you fuck off, then I’ma shoot (Shoot, yeah, shoot)
Memphis niggas drive me crazy (Crazy)
I may let him fuck and he ain’t even gotta pay me (He gotta pay)
He be wit’ the shit, never Fugazi
He don’t hesitate to shoot for a lady
I roll his weed and how he like to buy my weave
And he be off the drink, I need it
I admit that I love this shit

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
‘Cause the hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
When they super hood, yeah, that be super good (Damn)
It’s just somethin’ ’bout them niggas when they out the hood (Oww)
I let him hold my [?] with no licence (Yep)
Knock a bitch out, got ’em like I’m Mike Tyson (Haha)
If he call me and I’m sleep, bitch, I’m wakin’ up (I’m wakin’ up)
It’s like every other week, we be breakin’ up (Child, please)
The only nigga that can smoke weed in my car
If we get pulled over, stash the weed in my bra
Let him hit raw, might give a baby to him (Yep)
I’m super crazy ’bout him, God know I love ’em hood (God knows)
I ain’t goin’ nowhere, lets get that understood
I just love my niggas hood (Period)

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch

[Verse 3: Kash Doll]
If he ain’t a hood nigga, why bother?
Richer [?] father
A block baby with more cabbage than a farmer
The type of nigga used to trap out the [?]
Used to have goals but he got rid of those
Went from movin’ O’s to fuckin’ wit’ CEO’s
When bad bitches controls, neck and wrists get froze
And them the type of nigga, soak my pussy through my clothes
And um, chocolate brown, nice smile, that’s the kind I like
Kinda wild but that nigga got his money right (Right)
If I tell him “It’s a go”, he won’t hit the brakes
And you know that nigga keep that fire on him just in case

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
‘Cause the hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch

Nicki Minaj – Suge (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: Nicki Minaj & DaBaby]
I had to do it (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Ha (Hm, hm)
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one (Rrrh, oo)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drug lord, Griselda
I used to move weight through delta
So stay in your place ’cause I
Don’t wanna put you in a shelter
I’m cooking up in the kitchen
You could be my little helper
Go to the table and ask ’em
Do they want the flat or the seltzer?
I go where I want I’m good
My niggas’ll get them goods
So come off the chain and come off the watch
You gotta respect the jux
Queen sleazy era
And they never see me ever
‘Cause I send my shooters and they introduce us
As soon as I pull the lever (Brr)
I say “Choke me,” he do it
Every time that we do it
Nigga packing like Hewlett
I told him “damn nigga, you lit”
On that D going stupid
Got my ass-shots from Cupid
You could just ask Ken
He be like “Hadouken!” (Rrrh)

[Chorus: Dababy]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
The first nigga play, I’ma body a nigga (Ha)
I just checked my balance
I’ll probably pull up to your hood
And come buy me a nigga (No cap)
You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy
Don’t think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch)
Get caught with your ho when I’m poppin’ ’em both
Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)
Say I’m the goat, act like I don’t know
But fuck it, I’m obviously winnin’
Don’t make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
To show you our pockets are different (Ha)
I’m out with your bitch and I only want knowledge
She got a lil’ mileage, I’m chillin’ (Uh, uh)
You disrespect me and I’ll beat your ass up
All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh)
I’m the type to let a nigga think that I’m broke
Until I pop out with a million (I pop)
Take 20K and put that on your head
And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)
Say he fuckin’ with me then he gotta grow up
‘Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin’ (Kiddin’)
This shit, it can’t fit in my pocket
I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)
Opp, I slap the shit out of niggas
No talkin’, I don’t like to argue with niggas (I don’t)
Ain’t gon’ be no more laughin’
You see me whip out guns
I’m gon’ be done shot me a nigga (No cap)
I don’t follow no bitches on IG
But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha)
And that lil’ nigga ain’t gon’ shoot shit with that gun
He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

Rich the Kid – Racks Out Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
TheLabCook

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 1]
Blew a mil’, I done did that (I done did that)
Put my wrist up in the freezer like an ice pack (Ice, ice, ice)
He got two hundred thousand for that contract (For that contract)
Now that nigga broke, like where your funds at? (What, what?)
In that pussy, got her drippin’ (Got her drippin’)
She had to leave, he was slippin’ (He was slippin’)
I done broke my wrist in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
I don’t trust a bitch that say she different (Lil’ bitch)
She puttin’ gas in my Wraith (In my Wraith)
Yeah the money hide in safe (Hide in safe)
I can’t trust ’em ’cause they fake
Fucked a bitch to get the cake (Get the cake)
Chase the money, on a race (On a race)
Don’t put that pussy in my face (What?)

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2]
Throw a quarter-mil, you can’t do it (Yeah, yeah)
Why you cappin’? AP fake, I ain’t stupid (Stupid)
I just wanna get that money, put my team on (My team on)
Cuban link on me, it’s an ice cup (Ice, ice, ice)
Bet she want a purse match her brown hair (Brown hair)
But she trippin’, ain’t no fuckin’ trickin’ ’round here (‘Round here)
Niggas switch up when they make it (When they make it)
I had the chance, I had to take it (Woo)
Stay back, your money way flat (Money way flat)
I’m the fuckin’ CEO, how you gon’ top that? (How you gon’ top that?)
Off-White with the Gucci, where the mop at? (Mop at?)
Make her bust it open, then I send her right back (Rich)

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Russ – September 16 Lyrics

[Chorus]
I don’t know why we even tried this in the first place
But it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)
I been trying to do my best in the worst way
‘Cause it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)

[Verse 1]
Met back in our twenties
Ex-wife wanted money
You still wanted me back then but now you do not love me
No affection, no respect
It’s been too long since a check came my way
Not the same ever since my father’s death
No excuses, yeah I know
I been trying, I been trying
June I’m fine, kids I’m fine
I been lying, I been lying
So much pressure, I can’t sleep
Everything about me aching
It’s so hard to accept my kid bringing home the bacon
I’m at fault, I’m a loser, best believe I’ve heard it all
From the girl of my dreams that I married in the fall
And I get it, your resentment, yeah it’s justified
But I’ve had enough of arguing, I’ve had enough of crying
I know that you’re mad but you were mad when I was paid too
I’m feeling helpless I just hope our love saves you
It’s been over twenty years, recognize our blessings
Even though that we can barely coexist for more than twenty seconds, damn

[Chorus]
I don’t know why we even tried this in the first place
But it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)
I been trying to do my best in the worst way
‘Cause it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)

[Verse 2]
I love you Jim, the way you grin, the way you make me laugh
The way you helped me raise three angels, wouldn’t take it back
I think you’re a genius, that’s why I be stressing you
CEO, CEO, I expect nothing less from you
That’s a compliment, I know that I should show more
Gratitude for you, I know my attitude’s been so poor
But so have we but this is deeper than a bank account
I know that I got pent up shit, I know I need to work it out
Russell takes me traveling, he just does our balancing
He knows that you’re strong meanwhile he knows that I’m unraveling
He’s not taking sides, trust me he says that you’re right
He just tryna help us both, he don’t wanna see us fight
It rained when we got married and you know I loved the sun
I know I blamed you for things outta your control
But you’re the one that I love
Damn, that I love (I’m sorry, I love you)

[Chorus]
I don’t know why we even tried this in the first place
But it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na na na)
I been trying to do my best in the worst way
‘Cause it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na na na)

[Outro]
Na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

Rich The Kid – Can’t Afford It lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
You know what I’m saying, I know they doubted me
Counted me out, you know what I’m saying
Bossed up, real CEO though, read about it

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (Bentley trucks)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Huh, I know I’m winning but they doubted me (doubted me)
Niggas thought that I was playing, I’m the prodigy (what)
Diamonds cooler than a cooler, shout out to my jeweler (ice, ice)
If I want that n*gger sooner, put her in a Uber
I had ran up a sack, f*ck a contract
Cookie pack, anthrax, catch a contact
Rich forever I’m the CEO
50,000 just in Barneys, I got plenty more
Picking bitches out a magazine
AP or the new Philippe (ice, ice)
New Givenchy on my feet
I got three million haters you can take a seat

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Pusha-T ]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (ooh)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
King Push
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Baby, your self-esteem cannot be this low
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Why is you f*ckin’ this man?
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
You know he can’t afford it
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it

[Verse 2: Pusha-T]
He can’t afford you, baby, just abort it (kill a baby)
That 488 just got ordered
Facetiming from the flight I just boarded (right)
I’ll have my travel agent get you sorted
Nowadays you impressed by so little
I look at your top 5, niggas is so middle
The rhymes don’t even riddle
The diamonds in your Rollies don’t skittle
I see no rainbows
All you lame-os
I just changed clothes
The peacoat is Marni, you thinking Armani
This sh*t is from Jeffrey’s, that sh*t is from Barney’s (ooh)
You should have Zoe Costello to applaud me
Or impede

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (Bentley trucks)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it

Yelawolf – Outer Space lyrics

[Intro]
Kick me out the house?
Should kick your ass out the house shit
Call me a piece of shit? You’re a piece of shit
Awh, come on.. the fuck?
What the… the fuck is?
What the fuck? Awh fuck.. hey!
Hey, hey… let me out
Let me out.. this is not fuckin’ funny
Hey!… oh.. oh fuck!
Ohh Shiiiit…
Noooooooo….

[Verse 1]
Oh, oh, oh, one, two, oh
I am that motherfucker, Lord give me that deuce deuce
I’m out the roof like a chimney sweep
I’m on Jack and cola
Oh, snap that boy’s about to go go bi, bipolar
Dead at midnight, out like a convict
Trick I’m losing my shit, watch this
Throw a bottle, fuck the world
I need fight tunes and mushrooms, I’m tripping
(Chicka Chicka) Who’s bad?
Baby it’s my turn, I want all of it
Hey, let’s go
Look at ’em hating on a trailer park pimp
Who? Me
It’s a problem ain’t it, man
You’re fucking right, you better get used to it
Catfish Billy man
Check the 5-0, in the rear-view
Scheming on the Chevy cause the Chevy’s in clear view
Tires wet, pulling me over
With tattoos, I’m a pistol holder
An American fuck up, money like a crook
And I’m spending G’s like I’m buying a soda
Check me out, CEO
Got pull like a monster truck so what’s up
I earn my (shit), respect is a must
You fuck around with me (shit)
In the slug I trust
I got the Mossberg (shit)
Don’t make me load that pump
James Brown motherfucker (shit)
A tooka, a tooka to the breakdown like this
(shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit)
Oh, oh, oh
Off the top, let’s go

[Hook]
Give me everything, take it all away
Lock me up and then throw away the key
Kick me down and then talk about my state
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
Give me everything, take it all away
Lock me up and then throw away the key
Kick me down and then talk about my state
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
Give me everything, take it all away
Lock me up and then throw away the key
Kick me down and then talk about my state
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
Give me everything, take it all away
Lock me up and then throw away the key
Kick me down and then talk about my state
I’m not out of place, I’m from outer space
I’m not out of place

Bhad Bhabie – Hi Bich Remix (feat. Rich The Kid, Asian Doll & MadeinTYO) lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 1: MadeInTYO]
Yuh, Prada my T when I pop out, huh
Racks in my pockets, I stand out (yea)
You a dub, I’m the man now (skrr-skrr)
Hi bitch, never needed a hand out
Louis Vuitton, I do sandals (shit)
Couple of racks, doing good (racks)
Watch how she rub on my wood, (ew)
I know a thottie she would, ooh
She wanna hear that New Freezer, huh
Spanish bitch, yeah, mamacita, huh
Take a bitch to Costa Rica, huh
Hi Bich blowing out your speakers, huh
Private, Chanel on my eyelids
Got a bad bitch, don’t try it (skrr-skrr)
Yeah, I take her to the island (sauce)
Phone on silent (racks)
Got the racks and I’m vibin’ (brrr)
Need the Rollie with the diamonds (racks)
Check out, perfect timing (bling blaow)

[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
Lil’ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil’ niggas broke, all that flexin’, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I’ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep droppin’
I’ll fuck a nigga’s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil’ nigga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so bitch
Yeah we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
Since you flexin’ like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like it’s Baghdad

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch, rich)
She ain’t got FaceTime, I’ma Skype it (what?)
Get her head one time, tell her, “Bye, bitch” (bitch)
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it (woah)
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon’ buy me? (buy me)
Come straight out the sky like I’m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D (ice)
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil’ on my neck, I’ma blind ya (woah)
Cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
Bitch bad, still buyin’ no purses (hell no)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 4: Asian Doll]
Bitches deceased
Smokin’ on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
Asian on the beat then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don’t try it
Ball out the mall, I’m like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
Send her ass on a hike
I don’t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Asian Doll!

[Interlude: Bhad Bhabie]
Bitch!
You mad, ho
Why you so mad, ho?

[Verse 5: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, don’t wanna try me, yeah, that’s on my mama’s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up
Never wanna line up, I don’t do McDonald’s
Fuck crazy you know I’m breakin’ necks when I’m pullin’ up (skrrt)
All my numbers lookin’ outrageous
Now the blogs handin’ out praises
Got the world usin’ my phrases
Hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don’t say my name, bitch)
Barrin’ out, I ain’t got Xans in me, no
Young but I’m ballin’ like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don’t give a fuck
Came from the street, Boynton Beach
Yeah, they know what’s up
Bitches that hold no position, come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention, knock a ho out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin’ with no purpose?
I be pumpin’ venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless, you ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it’s all comin’ together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I’m doin’ 30 of ’em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin’
Bitches showin’ everything, I be understuntin’ (damn)
Understand, a year ago I really had nothing’ (shit)
Shit, but now I’m breakin’ records and I’m makin’ history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it’s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, source of their misery
(Let your kids listen to me!)
Hoe, I do a million views on a slow day
And I ain’t gotta go to school like a snow day
But my… in the stu’ so it’s okay, bank account look like a lick
Broke ho, you look like you sick, slide on the beat like it’s slick
Bitch don’t compare me to Iggy, that old ho is washed and I’m lit
Wouldn’t pay her to wash up my whip (bye, broke bitch, bye, ho!)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

Famous Dex – CEO Lyrics

[Intro: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Yeah (you know)
Ah, had to sip that lemon water, you know
Talk my shit heavily (yeah, heavily, man)
Lotta shit changed in the past few years, you know
Less friends, more money though (yeah, what)
Huh, count up
Huh, yeah (skrrt)
Uh, yeah (skrrt, talk your shit, Chino)

[Verse 1: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, Balenciaga runners (yeah)
Huh, put in hours just like a trucker
Man, I don’t fuck with suckas (skrrt, skrrt)
Huh, came up in this rap shit, they say I lucked up
Man, they got me fucked up (got me fucked up)
Huh, my man got it fucked up (ha)
Huh, shoot ’em head to buckets (Dexter)
And we causin’ ruckus (ha, yeah, what)
Ooh, these bitches wanna fuck me (they do)
Ha, got three kids, gota AP (ooh), hell nah can’t fuck me (nah baby girl, uh)
Ha, trappin’ on the block with a Glock (what), hell nah it ain’t rusty (bow)
Ha, run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’, huh (bow, bow, bow)
Run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’ (what)
Ha, ooh, pop a molly, bustin’, ooh, what

[Verse 2: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, joggers tight but the money fit
He got indicted with a hundred grips (yeah)
Got fly miles, took a hundred trips (nyoom)
Huh, what? A hundred trips (oh man god damn)
Hundred bands, yeah I run the shit
Huh, I got the trap, it’s bustin’ (what, uh)
12 try to kick my door and shit (what)
Wait, I had to call my cousin, huh (yeah)
Skrrt in the Lambo (skrrt, skrrt)
Got a lil’ bitch, she a cute hoe
Diamonds like rainbow (rainbow)
Oh, yeah where the money go? (Ooh)
I’m like, yeah where the money go?

[Verse 3: Pachino & Famous Dex]
The money we spent it, we got it back (we got it)
Talkin’ that trap, did a lot of that (yeah)
We throwin’ out packs like a quarterback (skrrt)
And we catchin’ that ball like a running back (nyoom)
Talkin’ this rap shit
You know you my son with that (that’s my lil’ nigga)
My man got that .45, and we’ll make him jump with that (pew, pew, pew)
He talkin’ that tough shit
And we’ll make him run with that (pew, what)
His bitch outside, I bet you he won’t get his lover back (oh man god damn, ooh, ha, what)

[Verse 4: Famous Dex]
Ha, she a thot, thot, thot, thot, huh (ooh)
Ooh, ha, she on my cock, cock, cock (what)
Ooh, I was trappin’ on the block, ooh (a block)
Puttin’ dope in my sock, ooh, huh (my sock, what, ooh)
Used to keep a Glock, ooh (ha, yeah, what)
Red beam on the Glock, ooh, huh (oh man god damn)
Had to stop the shit, yeah (ooh, huh)
Had me a kid, so I had to get rich (what)
Huh, yeah, shout out to Rich (ooh)
Huh, that’s my brother, lil’ bitch (that’s my brother, lil’ bitch)
What, yeah, don’t blame me
Huh, yeah, diamonds on my teeth (my what)
Huh, yeah, the boy wannabe
Huh, but he can’t be like me (ha, what)

[Outro: Famous Dex & Pachino]
Ha, yeah
What, yeah, ha (ha, what)
Dexter and Chino, huh (know what the fuck goin’ on, man)
Every time we do music, this shit go (Chino man, milli gang, CEO shit)
Ha, Dexter and Chino, huh
Every time we do music, this shit go
Huh, yeah, huh, what
Milli gang shit, ha
DDB, bitch
What, your bitch shit, ooh
CEO shit, ooh, a what, yeah, yeah, huh (CEO shit, CEO shit, CEO shit)
Milli gang shit, yeah
DDB shit
Yeah, know we run shit
Yeah, know I’m done shit, yeah (we did this shit in like two minutes man, stop fuckin’ playin’)
Know what I’m sayin’ (haha, bitch ass niggas)
Yeah, milli gang DDB shit, you know what I’m sayin’
Take your books out, yeah

Rich The Kid – Dear Friends lyrics

[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO sh*t
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more sh*t, you dig?
Pour a four, sh*t
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them n*gger niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the game, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ sh*t (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullsh*t (bullsh*t), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic sh*t (tragic sh*t)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many probs, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

Rich The Kid – Dead Friends

[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

Rich The Kid – Dead Friends Lyrics

[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

Lil Skies – Creeping Lyrics

Ain’t no shame on you
Aye aye

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear thats the perfect sequence

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Why you like to lie shawty you know you impressed
See you fuckin’ with me now cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low collect these checks
She fuck with solid niggas
She don’t be fuckin’ with broke boys
I ran it up that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe
She don’t be fuckin’ with no toys
Watch my back niggas lurkin’
My girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect
Dip and dash when we swervin’
Oh me, Oh my
Put my hand on your thigh
If I come through tonight
I’ll make you touch the ski
Dont need to wink my eye
Know I’m not even playin’
You know just what I’m sayin’
Got you and all your cravings

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear that’s the perfect sequence

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe
Two bitches spread your roof
That pussy good I’m blamin’ you
You drippin’ shame on you
She got real water
Head real smarter
They into business from florida
Probably can afford her
Bentley truck might park the cop
I’m living comfortable
Talk money then I’m stuck with you
Now I’m in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO
No smoke talk im the CEO
My bitches is bad they do the most
She way too foreign straight off the boat
I put her on top she leaking
She leakin’
Touch you a freak on the weekend

Blame on me no shame on you
Girl you can’t hide the truth
I might get a rarri coupe
But just to flex on you

Young Scooter – Both Sides Lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Can’t trust these niggas you dig, they so broke
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides, a-hah
Brother with me in this bitch you digg, that’s one til infinity

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Whippin’ a brick, right out a crock-pot
Put me a coupe on some sticks, drinkin on [?]
We the slimiest it get, you wanna swap sides
My bitch is black and they white, I don’t do [?]
I’m in a chocolate Ferrari, yeah, I look like a spider
My fifth pocket molly
My partner on Roxies, yeah, my bitch caught a body
She eat up lil bitch like a [?]
She play with my drip I’ma dump her
She say I’m the best so I tongued her
Pimp the bitch, [?]
If you fuck my dog, make sure you keep it sexy
I’m pouring up Texas, Codeine
We got a few out of town it’s the nosebleeds
I just got a call from Scooter, and he told me

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 2: Future]
Triple cross, triple black cross, woah-oh-oh
Niggas they’ll look at you just like a mill, eat you like food
Where I grew up there were warlords
Where I’m from we worship the drug lords
I’m on molly and xan, with the black card
And this gang done
Gave me a black heart
We bury cash at the graveyard
Tatted my chest with them angels
Tell my bitch to keep away the danger
Money inside the problems
Puttin’ the gang on a private
You need to see life through my eyes
Mercedes all white navy blue top
I gotta get me another vault
Niggas ain’t doing the withdrawals, gotta keep acty on deck
I gotta keep Becky on deck
I keep it real, it ain’t no flex
Twenty five hundred for Actavis
I’m on a yacht with some convicts
Come from the gutter live lavishly
Keep one in the head automatically, yeah

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BMFBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
You my nigga but I don’t trust your man, damn
He a CEO, but why he take the stand, damn
In every verse I be wrappin’ grams, yams
Just made a twin and played Uncle Sam, damn
Playing both sides’ll get you killed quick
I know you down to ride, but is you gon’ snitch
Trap the corner off [?] just me and rick
I get money in every zone, from one to six
These dirty bitches play both sides
Don’t trust these hoes cause all of them lie
These dirty lawyers they play both sides
They’ll Swap you out and make you do some time
A true feeling

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

Migos – White Sand lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah (yeah)
Lost it again, yeah (it’s lit), ghost, Danny Phantom (oh yeah)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big Sean]
Coupe outside (outside), she say let me ride
Bust down Rollie with the ice (ice)
Ride ’round the city with a pipe
Wrist frozen (frozen)
Blessed, I guess I’m chosen (chosen)
Hit a lightskin from Oakland
In my old school sideshow
Supersport (oh yeah)
Crash the Porsche (oh yeah)
I was gettin’ head (woah)
She was killin’ it (woah)
Caught an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve swerve)
Cash out on some new sh*t (woah, look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Bitch, I surround myself with all this loyalty
Swear to God I’m the one, my girl just might propose to me (I swear)
A clique full of CEO’s (O’s), none of us got a degree (no, no)
Made it from the underground, now they back tryna bury me (bury me)
I lean, I sway (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God)
I give and hardly take, you level up, I levitate
Bitch you a culture (what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah)
Hungry for exposure, I’m with my Migos soldiers, gone

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
White color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Pull up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey)
Pavé my set and clip Blu-ray (pavé)
Run to the bag like Hussein (bag)
When I lay my head down, got two K’s (baow)
Ferrari in Miami Beach (Ferrrari)
I paid one twenty for rose Philippe (Philippe)
I took her soul for keeps, yeah (soul)
Back to back Rolls like Meech (Meech)
I check my balance, the cash I’ma double up (bag)
P-90, two-three with the monkey nuts (brrt)
When I look at my wrist it’s a hockey puck (woo)
When I get with a bitch I’ma pipe her up (hey)
Pour that lean on that ice (lean)
Leaving my dreams covered in ice (dream)
Wedding band rings, ain’t no wife
Tryna get the demons out of my sight (woo)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Nigga we ain’t hiding we straight (nope)
I’m talking big plate with that steak (steak)
Niggas be watchin’ out ’cause they scoping (watchin’)
Geeked off of Adderall, they all focused (acid)
Sipping on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls
A nigga must got to be joking (joking)
Don’t want the pack, it ain’t potent (uh)
Look at wrist, water came from the ocean (ice)
I’m laughing, never lacking (no)
Everlasting, flipping work like gymnastics (flippin’ it)
Wrapping it up in the plastic (wrappin’ it)
Smoking it up in the ashes (ashes)
Looking and watching which ass is gon’ be the fattest (asses)
I pick the bitch up and smash it
2018 we don’t pass, we trash it

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
Yeah, white color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

Z-Ro – We Are

[Intro]
That’s right
Go DJ Helfner Checkin in
We gone do this one time for the real niggas mayne
We done with all that fuck shit dog
Hahaha
Lets go

[Hook]
Yall don’t get that money like we are
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
Keep it real forever like we are
Don’t get they girls wetter like we are
That’s just how that shit goes

[Verse 1]
Listen
1996 when I started this shit and I’m still here
Started off with nothing and turned it into something a lot hundred dolla bills here
Very few rich niggas whole lotta bitch niggas that’s just how it is here
Not just from this city I run this city look at everything I did here
January 19 Josepgh Wayne Mcvey day a real nigga holiday
Where real niggas show love the real niggas get all the unreal niggas out the way
Look if you a hater and you always hating man fuck you and that’s all I gotta say
And if you see me with a bad bitch I didn’t have to spend shit I be damn if Ima pay
One time for my people trying to find a better way
Trying to put food on the table running from the popo everyday
Chasing opportunity like bitch you ain’t gone get away
Either you gone get better or you gone get gone I ain’t hearing that shit today

[Hook]
Yall go get that money like we are
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
Keep it real forever like we are
Don’t get their girls wetter like we are
That’s just how that shit goes

[Verse 2]
Thanksgiving we gone pass out turkeys
And for Christmas we pass out gifts
If somebody try to play with my money call my hitman let em pass out hits
And we always serios even if you tell a funny joke we don’t laugh bout shit
Let me find out you been raping our women when we see you you gone get your ass stumped out quick
We ain’t smokin on none of that reggie baby we smoking loud
Soon as I inhale I’m already fucked up as soon as I blow it out
I got everything I need at the house already so Im not going out
Stripper poles and strippers a bartender at the bar
And my war room ready I’m ready to go to war
Try to run up you gona get in the head
No mannequin challenge you really dead
Real street nigga, but a real CEO too I’m in the black I ain’t never in the red
I’m always working always on my feet if I ain’t getting head I ain’t in the bed
Looking at you lazy ass niggas like shaking my head you ain’t even gotta wonder what I said

[Hook]
Yall go get that money like we are
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
Keep it real forever like we are
Don’t get their girls wetter like we are
That’s just how that shit goes

Bhad Bhabie – Hi Bich (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Lil’ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil’ niggas broke
All that flexin’, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I’ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep droppin’
I’ll fuck a nigga’s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil’ nigga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so bitch
Yeah we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
Since you flexin’ like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like it’s Baghdad

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch)
She ain’t got FaceTime, I’ma Skype it
Get her head one time, tell her, “Bye, bitch”
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon’ buy me?
Come straight out the sky like I’m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil’ on my neck, I’ma blind ya
Cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
Bitch bad, still buyin’ no purses

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 3: Asian Doll]
Bitches deceased
Smokin’ on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don’t try it
Ball out the mall, I’m like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
Send her ass on a hike
I don’t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Asian Doll!

[Interlude: Bhad Bhabie]
Bitch!
You mad, ho
Why you so mad ,ho?

[Verse 4: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, don’t wanna try me
Yeah, that’s on my mama’s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up
Never wanna line up, I don’t do McDonald’s
Fuck crazy you know I’m breakin’ necks when I’m pullin’ up (skrrt)
All my numbers lookin’ outrageous
Now the blogs handin’ out praises
Got the world usin’ my phrases
Hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don’t say my name, bitch)
Barrin’ out, I ain’t got Xans in me, no
Young but I’m ballin’ like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don’t give a fuck
Came from the street, Boynton Beach
Shit, they know what’s up
Bitches that hold no position
Come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention
Knock a hoe out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin’ with no purpose?
I be puttin’ venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless
You ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it’s all comin’ together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I’m doin’ 30 of ’em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin’
Bitches showin’ everything, I be understuntin’ (damn)
Understandin’ your regard, really had nothin’ (shit)
Shit, but now I’m breakin’ records and I’m makin’ history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it’s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery
(Let your kids listen to me!)
Ho, I do millions on a slow day
And I ain’t gotta go to school like a snow day
But my… in the stu so it’s okay
Bank account look like a lick
Broke ho, you look like you sick
Slide on the beat like it’s slick
Bitch don’t compare me to Iggy
That old ho is washed and I’m lit
Wouldn’t pay her to wash up my whip
(Bye, broke bitch, bye, hoe!)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

Miguel – Now Lyrics

[Verse 1]
CEO of the free world now
Build your walls up high and wide
Make it rain to keep them out
That won’t change what we are inside

[Pre-Chorus]
Pick the fruit of your labor
Cultivate, plant your seeds now and watch them grow
Man, I’ll holla at you later
Let you find out what you’re made of
Just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those he does not need
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all in silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later
Oh, right now, oh, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
This can’t wait, no

[Verse 2]
CEO of the free world now
Should we teach our children hatred?
Chase the innocent, and shoot them down
It’s like we’re still running races
I’m just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those when he don’t need them
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all this silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later (La later)
No, right now, No, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
Oh right now, oh right…

[Bridge]
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
Now or never, we can work together
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
We only suffer what we allow

Now, now, now
For all the people
In Puerto Rico
Way down in Houston
For Flint, Michigan
For Standing Rock, oh!
Way down in New Orleans
For all of the dreamers
The black lives that we’ve lost right now
Now, now
This can’t wait, no
Oh, right now
Now, now, now, now
Now, now, now

[Outro]
We are the look of freedom, oh
We are the sound of freedom
We are the look of freedom
We are the sound of freedom

Miguel – Now

[Verse 1]
CEO of the free world now
Build your walls up high and wide
Make it rain to keep them out
That won’t change what we are inside

[Pre-Chorus]
Pick the fruit of your labor
Cultivate, plant your seeds now and watch them grow
Man, I’ll holla at you later
Let you find out what you’re made of
Just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those he does not need
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all in silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later
Oh, right now, oh, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
This can’t wait, no

[Verse 2]
CEO of the free world now
Should we teach our children hatred?
Chase the innocent, and shoot them down
It’s like we’re still running races
I’m just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those when he don’t need them
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all this silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later (La later)
No, right now, No, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
Oh right now, oh right…

[Bridge]
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
Now or never, we can work together
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
We only suffer what we allow

Now, now, now
For all the people
In Puerto Rico
Way down in Houston
For Flint, Michigan
For Standing Rock, now!
Way down in New Orleans
For all of the dreamers
The black lives that we’ve lost right now
Now, now, now
This can’t wait, no
Oh, right now
Now, now, now, now
Now, now, now

[Outro]
We are the look of freedom, oh
We are the sound of freedom
We are the look of freedom
We are the sound of freedom

Macklemore – How To Play The Flute lyrics

Below are the complete “How To Play The Flute” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. These lyrics were added 19 hours ago.

How To Play The Flute lyrics

Don’t nobody give a damn what all that [?] talking ’bout, man. We tryna here some of that, that “Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass,” and you know what I’m saying? I’m tryna get that in my life.
Gemini

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Diamond, diamond, diamond, that’s my sh*t
Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)
Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
Curry, wavy, my undertone’s a bitch
Shoutout to my city, know I really does this
Third time’s a charm, I’m feeling triumphant (I want it)
I put a little gold up on my bicuspids
They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who’s he?)
She may be vanilla cream, baby, her butt big
They treat me like McGregor when I’m out in Dublin (They do)
My mama don’t like it when I be cussing (She don’t)
But f*ck these motherf*ckers, mama, I don’t trust them
It’s plush up in the bucket, look, don’t touch it, thought you knew
In the pocket like I’m Russel, man, I hustle, watch me move
In the summer watch me f*ck around, I’m ’bout to drop the roof
She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute, play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

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[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Aye, little mama, aqui
Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee
On my B-I-E ’til I D-I-E, I think I’m king (I think I’m king)
You didn’t think that I would get the peacoat
Unbutton that motherf*cker, nothing but a speedo (Look!)
Who’s that peeking in my window, Cee-Lo
I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that [?]
Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino gelato
In that grotto out in Cabo
Amateur, so Apollo
Whip this bulky like Costco, I’m out here and dodging 5-0
I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho
But it ain’t about to rain on me
Tryna sing up in the bitch, but I ain’t on key
Now I stay genuine, I’m the same old G
Feeling like John [?] with these eight gold rings
Play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

The game – Russ lyrics

Lyrics Russ – The game

Yeah
Now you can hear the gold just jangling
But, its still about the take over.(the game)

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah.

Where do I start damn, man my mind is racing
Hip hop awards getting chosen by some racists
I’m in the yo, with a bottle of some clear s**t
You don’t know the truth, you just hear s**t
Homie’s on a Learjet, upgrade from the block
If you too big, f*ck fades they gon’ use the Glock (use the Glock)
I do a lot for everyone around me, y’all don’t see it
I’m in the club for half an hour then I’m probably leaving
I got paid, dip off with the gang
Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the Wraith
Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his waist
Life or death, ain’t no time to start reaching for the safe
So I play it safe versuri-lyrics.info
Real ones that would really go hit for me
Low overhead, no-one ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history, bigger when I’m dead
I’m so on
But it’s off with they head
f*ck MTV, y’all really snubbed me
How you choosing people with numbers that ain’t above me?
Oh wait, politics
Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform than any scholarship
I’m lit, I’m gassed, I’m me, I’m me
Two platinum singles, two years they were free
As I’m writing this, I know that this ain’t accurate no more
By the time that all y’all hear this I will most likely have more
I really did eight tours, headlined them all
Your contacts were bullshit, we redlined them all
I spent time in awe, on some amazed s**t
Then an O.G. told me to embrace this
I will never waste this, never get complacent
Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded
I’m still on the same s**t, take over the game s**t
I just can’t relate to your wavelength.

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah.

I get everything for free, from your girl to my wardrobe
Half a million dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property, you just got foreclosed
Money running low, you gon’ have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for your shows
So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross
Then you go back home, fall asleep frustrated
Girl laying next to you, whispering “Russ made it”
You asleep, you don’t hear her so she sneaks out
And she pulls up on me and brings the freak out
I send her back before your eyes open
I’m her fix ’cause your life’s broken
She might try chokin’
On something you don’t wanna kiss after
Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper
It’s all laughter, it’s all big bucks though
Call the buzz “Vegas” ’cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, rich like Rothschild
I’ma make you sign an NDA, now you’re on file
I’m the President, the CEO
People that I’ve never seen, tryna see me go (uh)
Billionaire minds in my circle that’s a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we don’t know, how to act
If it’s based off of fans, y’all should really do the math
If it’s based off of sales, y’all should really count the plaques
If it’s based off of p***y, y’all should really count the a*s
If it’s based off of money, y’all should really count the cash (uh)
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does
Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all time
Dreams too big to think small time
I’m just on the same s**t, take over the game s**t
I just can’t relate to any B-level wave length.

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeahhh.
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