Kim Gordon, M.I.A, Telfar Endorse Bernie Sanders

A platform called Artists4Bernie launched today, bearing the signatures of more than 1,200 artists who endorse Senator Bernie Sanders in the 2020 Democratic Primary. Some of the bigger names include M.I.A, Sky Ferreira, Kim Gordon, Ezra Miller, Kara Walker, Telfar Clemons, Chloë Sevigny, Mykki Blanco and more.

“We are an international network of people that work within art and culture, and with this letter, we would like to declare our support for Senator Bernie Sanders and endorse his 2020 presidential campaign,” the letter begins, going on to cite Sanders’ anti-war, climate, Medicare for All, student debt, and free public college programs.

According to Dazed, the letter was organized by New York art collective DIS, New York artist Mohammed Salemy, and writer/curator Jennifer Teets.

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“Artists and cultural producers are largely precarity laborers – often struggling without benefits, financial security, at the whim of the market…” the letter continues. “We strongly feel that only Sanders represents the values and virtues which all of us as cultural producers have always hoped to strive for.

The authors also quote Sanders, saying: “You have my promise that as President, I will be an arts President. I will continue to advocate strongly for robust funding of the arts in our cities, schools and public spaces. Art is speech. Art is what life is about.”

Many of the artists are not actually American and can’t vote, but given their platforms and the global implications of Donald Trump’s presidency, believe the letter can still have an impact: “We hope to reach out to our American colleagues, friends, and families, and express our enthusiasm in supporting, and voting for, the only candidate we believe can unseat Donald Trump.”

The list of signees spans every cultural sphere. Aside from Walker, Nan Goldin, Chloe Wise, Chris Kraus, Bobbi Menuez, Jacolby Satterwhite and Ryan McGinley are all on the list, as well as designers such as Telfar Clemons, Mike Eckhaus and Zoe Latta. It’s a who’s who of indie music royalty, including Holly Herndon, Devendra Banhart, Kelsey Lu, Juliana Huxtable, Ariel Reichstad, Ian Isaiah and others.

“We believe that a Sanders presidency will provide a serious and tangible chance for a redirection of the United States and perhaps the entire world from the wrong paths that have been followed for far too long. President Sanders will inaugurate a new era for America: one of peace, prosperity, and essential human dignity.”

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The letter is open to any artist or cultural producer to publicly endorse Sanders for President of the United States. Read the full letter and sign your name here. Read about Bernie Sanders’ platform here and find out how to volunteer or donate to his campaign.

The Super Tuesday primaries (Alabama, American Samoa, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Maine, Massachusetts, Minnesota, North Carolina, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, and Democrats abroad) are coming up a week from today on March 3. Register to vote here.

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Jackboy – Grimace Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Money grow on trees bitch I’m rooted up
They hating low key so I’m toolied up
On Mercy Drive posted in the cut
Trying to f**k this bitch I met inside of Lux
Boss up, ooh, I got my cash up
Finesse a nigga, Uncle Sam, I’ll tax ya
No grams, BOA faster
Still spending money made from last year
f**k a runner I done ran it up
f**k that promoter tell him prices done went up
At every show got my sniper in the cut
At every show we got stills in the trunk
Hit her from all sides like we playing tonk
Baby, I’m the shit I can’t fake the funk
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want
My Draco, my Draco, my Draco, f**k a handgun
Got pes, got pes, got pesos I can get you slumped
For some petty shit start war like Donald Trump
No secret service I’m protected by this pump
f**k secret service got more faith in my gun
Chosen one, came up out the slum
Trial 17 stick with a drum
In the club, I ain’t come to have no fun
Hoe you ugly I’m not ’bout to throw no ones
Cougar bitch, I’m the same age as her son
She trying to kidnap me, Hawaii for a month
Whole month, you eating dick up like it’s lunch
Don’t use hands, she controls it with her tongue
She control it with her mouth
While I f**k the hoe, Lil’ J break in her house
Running routes, while you sit on the couch
Running routes, racked up, we spazzing out
She control it with her mouth
While I f**k the hoe, Lil’ J break in her house
Running routes, while you sit on the couch
Running routes, racked up, we spazzing out

Hendersin – The One Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
I’m workin’ hard like I needed the stress
And you know I’m still at it like an email address (Ooh)
TeamHenny, that’s the hive, like a bee with a nest
I’m a standup guy, never needed a test
They S-A-T the less they see
The more I do, that’s real talk, F-A-B (Ohh)
Tryna advance my placement the quest they P
Not here to follow trends, no F-A-D

[Chorus]
You can take all the sun away
Just because
Burn this page of the past away
You can’t take the one
The one that I love

[Verse 2]
I do it for the rich and the poor folks
For the ones who laugh, they always have more jokes (Ooh)
If I could make a hit song with four notes, can I have compassion for the ones that gave Donald Trump his core votes?
We all human at the end of the day
If you don’t have healthcare, they just send you away (Ooh)
Stop pretendin’ to say “Education is key”
I wish it was free, ’cause honestly depends if you patience
I’m speakin’ ’cause the beat was speakin’ to me
Don’t pay me no mind like I’m speakin’ for free (Ooh)
Look for the vision, keep seekin’ the sea
Uncharted waters like you just sick in the sea

[Bridge]
Use my, use my talents for good (Ooh)
And speak for, for the misunderstood (Ooh, yeah)
And do the, do the things that I should
And do the things they said that I never could

[Chorus]
You can take all the sun away
Just because
Burn this page of the past away
You can’t take the one
The one that I love

[Outro]
In broken mirrors, I’ve seen
I’ve seen a face that looks nothing like me
Ooh, you can change the light
You can turn it all to black
But you can’t change the memories

[Chorus]
You can take all the sun away
Just because
Burn this page of the past away
You can’t take the one
The one that I love

Uncle Murda – Rap Up 2018 Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s that time of year again
Don’t Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y’all only rock with me ’cause I’m disrespectful
Y’all know I don’t care ’bout these niggas
Happy New Year

[Verse 1]
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I’m like, “Damn, why they doin’ that to 50 Cent son?” (Aw)
Can’t forget about him gettin’ robbed and kidnapped
Y’all thought he was jokin’, nah, that was all big facts (That really happened)
He even talked on himself about gettin’ jacked
Ebro said he had the worst verse on “Get the Strap” (Ha)
“Suck my dick, suck my dick,” that’s what Tekashi said (Yup)
Free 6ix9ine, tell that lil’ nigga hold his head (TreyWay)
He went to Chicago and ain’t get shot
Just for goin’, fuck what time it was, he still get props
Him and his security was supposed to die there (Woo)
Somebody sent shots at Chief Keef in Time Square (Bang, bang)
Suge got 28 years, you don’t hear about him
Nobody sayin’ “Free Suge,” ’cause nobody care ’bout him (Nope)
Nicki ain’t wanna fight when Cardi tried to pop
But Cardi the one that left Fashion Week with a knot (Damn)
Jill Scott video when viral on some other shit
She need to teach Blac Chyna how to suck a dick (She need help)
Nicki vs Cardi, who side y’all choosin’?
Nicki rap better, but Cardi puttin’ out better music
Whatever Cardi drop hot, the people like the shit
Flex not a fan of Cardi ’cause she don’t write the shit (So what?)
Young Buck got caught up in some gay shit
‘Cause them G Unit niggas thought I wasn’t gon’ say shit (What!?)
Nah, fuck that, he got caught with a tranny
(Take it easy on that nigga, Murda, he still family)
(Alright, alright, alright)
Dwight Howard got caught with a tranny nigga
So much pussy out here, I don’t be understandin’ niggas
Huh, Kanye still a mess
Don’t want no 350s ’round me, Drake said it the best
He think Drake fucked Kim K, that nigga stressed (He did)
He out here with Donald Trump dick on his breath
You be embarrassin’ yourself when you in a public settin’, Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain’t go to your weddin’, Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what’s next, Ye, ass shots?
With that red hat lookin’ like a Donald Trump mascot
Nigga lost his mind, he need to lose his voice
How you on TMZ sayin’ slavery was a choice? (How?)
Don’t put no new music out, we don’t wanna hear that shit
You a coon and you fucked up Teyana Taylor’s shit (Fuck boy)
Bill Cosby locked up with the goons
We know he guilty, but free Bill, he gon’ die soon (Free Bill)
I swear them crackers actin’ like they shit don’t stink
That’s what you get though, Bill, for puttin’ pills in them bitches drinks (Damn)
Meek Mill came home, got picked up in a helicopter
Went to the game, was in the locker room with the whole roster (Whoa!)
Know that judge hated that, she don’t wanna see him prosper
He had some good lawyers on it like Ghost had Proctor (Yeah)
Talk about Power, RIP Kanan
Tommy shot Angela, crazy ass Caucasian (Tommy!)
Now you know him and Ghost gon’ have a few issues
When Tariq finally get killed, nobody gon’ miss you (We not)
My “Get The Strap” video came on after Kanan died
I was hype to be on Starz, I ain’t even gon’ lie
50 put me in a movie with Bruce Willis
Don’t laugh at me, y’all, they killed me in like 2 minutes (Ha-ha)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 2]
Birdman got tired of gettin’ called the fuck out
Finally payed Wayne and he let the Carter V come out (Thank you!)
Juelz at the airport, forgot that he had a gun (How?)
Drake ain’t want nobody to know that he had a son
Drake vs Pusha T, that was a good one
If Drake would’ve responded, I think he could’ve won
Lettin’ us know Drake had a kid was a genius move (It was)
Minus that, the second diss track was just cool (A’ight)
Drake ain’t respond so Push got the W
Drake told LeBron somebody gonna end up snuffin’ you (Ha-ha)
Rondo snuffed Chris Paul and spit on him
Carmelo got the whole NBA tryna shit on him (Damn)
Nobody don’t wanna sign him, it don’t make no sense
Actin’ like he ain’t even good enough to come off the bench (He ain’t that bad)
Draymond Green called Kevin Durant a bitch
The NFL hated how Nike got behind Kaepernick
JR got the rebound and ran the wrong way (What you doin’?)
LeBron said, “Fuck this, I’m takin’ my talents to LA”
Cleveland ain’t shit without him, tell me I’m lyin’
Black people don’t give a fuck about George Bush dyin’ (We don’t)
RIP Stan Lee, wish it was Donald Trump
Lil Uzi made Rich the Kid look like a punk
No “Plug Walk,” he did the plug right, he was out
And he got robbed and beat up at his bitch house (Damn)
I think Tori Brixx locked you up for your new freezer
Quevo said he fucked Nicki, she ain’t deny it neither (She didn’t)
Nicki vs Travis Scott, she don’t like that nigga
He only out sold her ’cause he fuckin’ Kylie Jenner (Word)
Kim was on ecstasy when Ray J recorded, that’s what she just said
For Ray, is the show gettin’ boring?
Saw Chloe baby father cheatin’ on TMZ
Nipsey Hussle slapped some nigga outside BET
Free Ralo and AR-Ab they in the feds
Bring XXXTentacion back, bring Trippie Redd (RIP X)
Bring Mac Miller back, take Lil Xan
Fuck him anyway, shorty ain’t no 2Pac fan
Nas dropped and Jay dropped with Bey on the same day
Like Ether got Jay still feelin’ some kind of way
Jay was in that water, like, “I’ma protect me”
With the helmet on, lookin’ funny ridin’ that jet-ski (That was funny)
And he checked Offset for callin’ Bey a bitch
Cardi left Offset because of the cheatin’ shit
Give him another chance, he on the Gram explainin’ it
He ain’t fuck shorty, he was just entertainin’ it (I believe it)
Wendy Williams, talk about how yo’ husband cheatin’
Havin’ a oops baby with another girl, now you leavin’ (How you doin’?)
He tired of yo’ ass havin’ no ass, he played you
He was just usin’ you for yo’ cash (Good for you)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 3]
That Lil Duval record had me upset like it had bum bitches actin’ like they livin’ they best life (Stop frontin’)
Don’t smile, bitch, you better cut it out (Stop it)
You still live in the projects at yo’ mother house (Ha-ha)
Kodak was on Ebro show and he walked out
How you gon’ try to talk about some shit he can’t talk ’bout
Pull ’em to the side and kick it if you tryna help
Don’t do it in no interview where he can indict himself
Safaree got robbed, went on air and he started cryin’
I don’t know if he was tellin’ the truth or if he was lyin’ (I hope it happened)
The corny nigga was fuckin’ Nicki
I don’t like him, I’m mad they ain’t hit Safaree with a bottle at Dyckman
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’
Laughin’ at my own jokes, I really think I’m funny
Feds still ain’t find that nigga El Chapo money
(RIP Kim Porter, we all know you in heaven)
Puff gon’ make sure them kids good, don’t be up there stressin’
(RIP Aretha Franklin, we lost a legend)
You was more than talented, you truly was a blessin’
Kings killin’ kings to become hood famous
We want the real niggas back, RIP Young [?] (We want the real niggas)
RIP lil’ Junior from the Bronx, got stabbed up
[?] is like, “All this gangster shit not addin’ up” (It’s not)
Meanwhile, Amber Rose still proud to be a slut (Yup)
K Mitchell got them implants tooken out her butt
This year, I’m not gon’ talk about that [?] (I’m not)
Chris Brown ain’t dead, how Jacquees the fuckin’ king? (How?)
Bobby Brown kicked Janet out his hotel room
He was on crack when he did that, is what I assume (Crackhead)
Supposedly she was in the hallway naked
If it’s true, blame it on whatever drugs he was takin’ (Ha-ha)
“Say no to drugs,” is what I tell kids I meet
You don’t wanna be like Juelz Santana with no teeth (Damn)
Dipset reunited, they sound good together
I don’t think Stevie J and Faith look good together (They don’t)
I’m like, “Psh, what would Biggie say?”
Nothin’, probably just smack the shit out of Stevie J (Yup)
Will Smith son basically said he was gay
He announced that he had a boyfriend the other day (Tyler, The Creator)
NBA YoungBoy admitted he had herpes
His lil’ bitch got it too, they both dirty (Nasty)
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’ (I’m not)
Meek and Drake beef dead, them niggas cool again (Good)
Some lil’ white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin’ committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin’ up my people? (Why?)
People gotta vote, that is not to be slept on
I respect [?] gettin’ his Malcolm X on
White cop lady shot a black man in his crib
She though it was her house
No bitch, that’s where he live (Stupid)
Black Panther had us all proud to be black
No superhero movie ever did numbers like that (Nope)
Katt Williams don’t think Tiffany Haddish funny (Me neither)
Lee Daniels finally paid Damon Dash his money
Funk Flex said Dame Dash pussy, he foul (Ha-ha)
And he take Travis Scott’s, no, A$AP Rocky style
My niggas like, “Keep goin’,” they want more (Okay)
Travis Scott a coon like his brother in law (He is)
Performin’ for the Super Bowl knowin’ the situation
Now when his music come on, I change the station (Turn it off)
That’s why Tyga on the radio lit again
Your bitch probably wanna suck that nigga dick again (Kylie)
And I saw that interview you did about Mike Brown
Sayin’ he deserved that, it’s clear now, you a clown (That’s how you feel?)
You and Kanye downlow faggots
Jay gave [?] $7 million from taxes (I need help too)
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a while hour rappin’ (I’m not)
It’s too long, it should’ve been shorter
My nigga Trey Songz fuckin’ Steve Harvey daughter (Ha-ha)
I’m off this, enough was said here
I’ll back throwin’ niggas under the bus next year (Whoa!)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

Papoose – The Golden Child Lyrics

[Intro: Papoose]
Yeah, yeah, uh
This for my baby (baby baby)
Golden Child (Golden Child)
Ha-ha (ha-ha)

[Verse 1: Papoose]
It was love at first sight, when I met your mom I was open, wow!
She the queen, I’m supposed to bow, pretty face with a potent smile
We planned to have you back then but tragedy slowed us down
‘Cause she went away for a while when your dad had to hold it down
I questioned God, like “Why is this happenin’?” You know it’s ’bout
Everything that happen, happen for a reason, I know it now
We argue what we gon’ name you, I feel that’s over now
It don’t matter to me ’cause to me, your name is the Golden Child!
The love we share, they ain’t build it, that’s why they can’t destroy it
Truthfully, I understand the ploy, this is something they can’t avoid
I sing to yo’ mama stomach, she say I am annoying
“Won’t you shut up and just go to sleep, I don’t want to hear it, boy!”
She always say I’m annoyin’, but she just paranoid
She afraid I’mma spoil you, you loud and she hate to hear the noise
The world is yours and I promise don’t gotta share your toys
I won’t let you cry unless the tears you cryin’ are tears of joy!

[Hook: Papoose & *Angelica Villa*]
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!
*I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!*

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
They say first comes love and then comes marriage
Never mentioned the devastation I had in the miscarriage
I was torn up, broken down, felt less than a woman
But all that pain was erased when the doctor said you was comin’!
Me and daddy were so happy, this is all we ever wanted
So protective of your presence, I was scared to show my stomach
The rumors [?] said pregnancy’s supposed to change you
My belly, your dad would rub it, he was hatin’ on my angles
‘Cause the pictures had it down pat, from the front it looked all flat
From the side you was pokin’ but never could I be called that
Still fit all my clothes and you had me glowin’
I was overjoyed, ain’t care what I was havin’, ’cause girl or boy
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
Instantly knew me you and daddy would never part, please!
All my ladies, listen up
Never think of givin’ up
Doc said that we couldn’t, but look what God has given us!

[Hook: Papoose & *Angelica Villa*]
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!
*I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!*

[Verse 3: Papoose]
Take you to school every day, before you eat, say your grace
You can achieve anything; marathon, not a race
Tell the truth, never lie, the limit is in the sky
When you talk to a person, make sure you look in they eye
I’m sorry the world we live in is not a place much better
Sorry that you was born into the Donald Trump era
Thankful that I’m a King, thankful your mom is a Queen
You was born under marriage, black love is supreme
Always respect your elders, say “thank you” and “please”
Your grandmother gon’ make you some macaroni and cheese
I tatted you on my arm, some people say it ain’t smart
I put you on my left arm ’cause that’s mo’ close to your heart
I’m excited to meet you, my eyes excited to see you
Your mom got milk in her breasts, she excited to feed you
I would never mislead you, misguide or deceive you
My fists are here to protect you, my mind excited to teach you!

[Hook: Papoose & *Angelica Villa*]
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!
*I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!*

070 Shake – Be Myself lyrics

[Chorus]
Every night she said she wanted foreplay
She don’t let her be her fuckin’ self
Xannied out and I just popped a molly
Doctor say he worried ’bout my health
Ask me who I love I say myself
I just wanna be my fuckin’ self
Ask me who I love I say myself
I just wanna be my fuckin’ self
I just wanna be my fuckin’ self
I just wanna be my fuckin’ self

[Verse 1]
Talk about rap niggas, talk about trap niggas
Know I’m the bitch but they sit on my lap niggas
I never cared even if they had figures
Walk in the crib with a dime and a Hilfiger
They ask me who I wanna be, I say my fuckin’ self
Please just mind your business and don’t worry ’bout my health
Sit me down, sit up, sit up, sit up
Stood up on and work it out
Pull up, push up, pull up
Pull up on ’em, sit me down
Sit up, sit up, sit up, sit up on it
Don’t catch the wave
We do not go with the flow, we create
We gon’ look back just to see what we made
Bein’ myself while you fake to get paid
To get paid, paid
Damn that sucks, they slaved us up
They watch us die, while they preach Pablo
We’ll beat the system, we’ll fuck it up
One more thing, fuck Donald Trump

[Chorus]
Every night she said she wanted foreplay
She don’t let her be her fuckin’ self
Xannied out and I just popped a molly
Doctor say he worried ’bout my health
Ask me who I love I say myself
I just wanna be my fuckin’ self
Ask me who I love I say myself
I just wanna be my fuckin’ self
I just wanna be my fuckin’ self
I just wanna be my fuckin’ self
I just wanna be myself
I just wanna be myself

[Verse 2]
E and J drippin’ on my phone screen
I am in my zone so don’t bug me
They see my flu’s cold so they bring scene
My niggas see I’m loose so they bring trees
We do illegal things so don’t bring these
Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, baby fuck twelve
Myself, myself, baby, myself
Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, baby fuck twelve
Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve
Let me be myself, myself, myself
Will not get away
Free me from the fakes
Free me from the wealth
Leave me by myself
Psych, 070, ’til the fuckin’ top
Put my nigga up, shawty give him top
Niggas tryna join, boy you gotta stop
Treat her like a bus, now you gotta hop
Blowin’ them trees, we need them cuffs, gotta stay clean
Bringin’ ’em out, everyone jump
Knowing you will accomplish it
Oh I heard some comp, it’s lit, yeah
You niggas gon’ fold, we trip, hey

[Interlude]
Trippy life, trippy life, trippy life
Call us the Beatles, the hippy life
Trippy life, trippy life, trippy life
Call us the Beatles, the hippy life
Uptown, uptown, uptown where I stay
Uptown, uptown, uptown where I stay
Uptown, uptown, uptown where I stay
Uptown, uptown, uptown where I stay
Uptown, uptown, uptown where I stay
Uptown, uptown, uptown where I stay

[Outro]
Oh I feel the drip right now, ooh
I think I should sip right now, ooh
They just wanna change me
I’m still gettin’ lit right now, yeah
I just wanna be my fuckin’ self, yeah
I just wanna be my fuckin’ self, yeah
I just wanna be my fuckin’

A$AP Rocky – Brotha Man Lyrics

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
(Yeah yeah)
Brotha man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
Brotha, understand (no)
Gotta make the place
Take the truth (take the)
Get through
Right
Just keep the truth
Fight the blues, fight the blues
Brotha man, young man
Let me tell you somethin’
Young man, brotha man-brotha man
You gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
That’s what the poem told me
It was greater poet that you know
I’d rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I’d rather talk about naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
[?]

[Chorus: French Montana]
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Posted by the P
My old bitch yellin’ come back
Come back, come back, babe
Come back
Come back, come back
Come back. come back, babe

[Verse: A$AP Rocky, Snoop Dogg & Frank Ocean]
Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed
Speed it like Grease Lightnin’, leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes
Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes
15 sellin’ china white
Cops stoppin’ if you opposite o’ white
Pop pop like you opposite o’ right
Take heat lil nigga
Lowkey take lead on a nigga
Smooth durag ’round the boulevard
Back in the days on the train
Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave
Beautiful, the water’s flat like asses pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2
Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin’ on these niggas, like P like U
Drip Raheem and Q
Got Hi-C, like juice
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed, like me, like you
That’s why I got a beam with a green light too
I don’t even make a scene, I just swing right through
I’m just bangin’ on my Qs and my Ps, like soup
Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Brotha man, young man
Let me tell you somethin’
Young man, brotha-brotha
Gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
Brotha, understand
Gotta make the place
Take the truth (take the)
Get through
Right [?]

[Chorus: French Montana & Frank Ocean]
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Posted by the P
My old bitch yellin’ come back
Come back, come back, babe
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back), babe

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
You’re a cornstar
All you fuck is corn broads
Frenchie faux pas
‘Cause you ain’t had no pa
The dealer got catches like an outfielder
(Are you?-are you?-are you?)
Getting that God’s view from towers
Lookin’ downward like I’m Donald Trump

Dale Mabry – That’s Donald Trump! lyrics

The country was in trouble, was a sad, sad story
Needed a new leader to restore its former glory
So we prayed to the Lord and we asked for a king
And He pointed us up to the sky

To the Man at the top of the big golden tower
He’s the Man of the year
He’s the Man of the hour
He was sent down from heaven to make this country great again

(Tell em what his name is, boys)

That’s Donald Trump!
He’s the leader of the country and you better not forget it
If you disrespect my president you’re gonna soon regret it
He’s the Boss
He’s the Power
He’s the voice of the working Joe
That’s Donald Trump!
Next time you hear a liberal talking all that esoterica
Grab em by the [Dale insists that the bleeped word is “shoulders”]
Make em say they love America
And if they don’t like it, tell em they can kiss my rump
Because I’m talking about Donald Trump

There was a great forgotten people living in the heartland
Politicians, they’d ignore us, didn’t try to understand
Till a Man came to see us, said he knew how to lead us
Across the river to the Promised land
He’s the Man at the top of the big golden tower
He’s the Man of the year
He’s the Man of the hour
He was sent down from heaven to make this country great again

(Tell em what his name is, boys)

That’s Donald Trump!
He’s the leader of the country and you better not forget it
If you disrespect my president you’re gonna soon regret it
He’s the Boss
He’s the Power
He’s the voice of the working Joe
That’s Donald Trump!
Next time you hear a liberal talking all that esoterica
Grab em by the [bleeped word “shoulders”]
Make em say they love America
And if they don’t like it, tell em they can kiss my rump
Because I’m talking about Donald Trump

Some folks say he’s a fool
(Except he’s smarter than you)
Some folks say he’s a demagogue
(Ain’t nobody know what that means)
Us folks say: What are we waiting for?
Drain the swamp!
Build the Wall!
Kick em out!
Lock her up!
And put the man on Mt. Rushmore!

That’s Donald Trump!
He’s the leader of the country and you better not forget it
If you disrespect my president you’re gonna soon regret it
He’s the Boss
He’s the Power
He’s the voice of the working Joe
That’s Donald Trump!
Next time you hear a liberal talking all that esoterica
Grab em by the [bleeped word “shoulders”]
Make em say they love America
And if they don’t like it, tell em they can kiss my rump
Courtesy of Donald Trump

Lil Uzi Vert – That’s On You lyrics

[SNIPPET LYRICS]

[Hook]
In a room with a hunnid million dollars
Ain’t got no money, that’s a broke nigga problem
That’s on you bitch (ay)
I said that’s on you bitch (ay)
On the real, no I don’t need a stylist
Bet you do, do you see this girl, you wildin’
That’s on you bitch (ay)
That’s on you
I said that’s on you bitch (ay, ay)

[Verse]
Bitches come and go but my money stay (stay)
My money stay (yeah)
Can’t see in front of me, all this money in the way
Spent like fifty in a day
Spent like twenty-five in half of a day
[?] belt that’s all on my waist
[?], “Uzi you is so clean”
[?] I can’t feel my face
Imma clap a nigga just like I know ya
So far [?] ain’t got no holster
Jump in the rain, that bitch got a chauffeur
Lean in the soda, was in the cup holder
I just bought my new side bitch a [?]
Look at these diamonds, that bitch is like water
I ain’t ever been, but I got hoes
That’s that [?]
Call up Donald Trump and tell him my bitch, yeah
She comin’ just straight from the border
Come to this ball
He said around fifty, I swear to God that Imma hol’ up
Your money is getting smaller (ay)
My money is getting taller (woo)
My jury is getting clearer (ay)
Your jury is getting darker (ay, ay)
That’s on you

[Hook]
In a room with a hunnid million dollars
Ain’t got no money, that’s a broke nigga problem
That’s on you bitch (ay)
I said that’s on you bitch (ay)
On the real, no I don’t need a stylist
Bet you do, do you see this girl, you wildin’
That’s on you bitch (ay)
That’s on you
I said that’s on you bitch (ay, ay)

[Outro]
That’s on you
That’s on you

Mac Miller – Donald Trump lyrics

[Intro]
Hey! Ayo, Sap! What’s good, bruh?
This man is kinda high over here

[Verse 1]
Ayo, the flyest motherfucker in the room, yeah, you know it’s me
Bitches hatin’ on him ‘cause he started out here locally
Hopefully I’ll be at the top soon
For now I’m at my house on the couch watchin’ cartoons
You know how much you love it when you get it in abundance
Give a fuck about a budget
When you always be the subject of discussion
But it’s nothin’ when you stop and just say fuck it
‘Cause you walkin’ out in public
And you hear them talkin’ rubbish
I just wanna ride, ride through the city in a Cutlass
Find a big butt bitch somewhere, get my nuts kissed
That’s the way it goes when you party just like I do
Bitches on my dick that used to brush me off in high school

[Bridge]
Take over the world when I’m on my Donald Trump shit
Look at all this money! Ain’t that some shit?
Take over the world when I’m on my Donald Trump shit
Look at all this money! Ain’t that some shit?

[Hook]
We gon’ take over the world while these haters gettin’ mad
That’s why all my bitches bad
They see this crazy life I have and they in awe
We gonna win, you can take the lose or draw
What I’m in got these hoes who used to play me in they bras
We gon’ take over the world while these haters gettin’ mad
Take over the world, watch these haters get mad
That’s why all my bitches bad
They see this crazy life I have
Hop into the car and then we take them to the pad, it’s a wrap

[Verse 2]
And motherfuckers think they know me, but they never met the kid
Style come with excellence and money make benevolence
Irrelevant for the fuckers who never been intelligent
I kill my Henny, break the bottle for the hell of it
Tell a bitch that she better bring a friend
And if she want an autograph she better bring a pen
Yeah, the party never end, this life is what I recommend
And if you got a ho picked for me, then she better be a 10
I ain’t picky, but these girls be actin’ tricky
When the situation’s sticky and the liquor got ’em silly

[Bridge]
But I take over the world when I’m on my Donald Trump shit
Look at all this money! Ain’t that some shit?

[Hook]
We gon’ take over the world while these haters gettin’ mad
That’s why all my bitches bad
They see this crazy life I have and they in awe
We gonna win, you can take the lose or draw
What I’m in got these hoes who used to play me in they bras
We gon’ take over the world while these haters gettin’ mad
Take over the world, watch these haters get mad
That’s why all my bitches bad
They see this crazy life I have
Hop into the car and then we take them to the pad, it’s a wrap

[Produced by Sap]

Dead Sara – Unamerican lyrics

[Intro]
Woah!
Oh, oh yeah!
Wow!
[?]

[Verse 1]
I want to look like what they look like on the television
First thing when I wake up
No makeup
Kiss me ’til my face is numb
I’m scum of the earth, but I still spit on the dirt

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Lord, save me now
What a fool I’ve become
So help me God, I must hate everyone
Well, fuck this playing around
Don’t give a fuck if it allowed
Well, fuck you Donald Trump
Fuck this, fuck everyone

[Chorus]
And you could have my innocence
That I lost when I was six
I’m not your model citizen
No, I’m not your daughter
And I’m not your bitch
I guess I’m unamerican

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I guess I’m unamerican

[Verse 2]
I’m a good Samaritan
Yeah, a psychopath
I had to sweat off chemicals in a bubble bath
The all-American girl, lesbo-gay maniac
“Practice what you preach” is a promise you can’t keep
Woah!

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Lord, save me now
What a fool I’ve become
So help me God, I must hate everyone
Well, fuck this playing around
Don’t give a fuck if it allowed
Well, fuck you! Ha!
Fuck this, fuck everyone

[Chorus]
And you could have my innocence
That I lost when I was six
I’m not your model citizen
No, I’m not your daughter
And I’m not your bitch
I guess I’m unamerican

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I guess I’m unamerican

[Bridge]
Do you solemnly swear
That you’ll tell the truth
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth
So help you God?
Oh shit!

[Chorus]
You could have my innocence
That I lost when I was six
I’m not your model citizen
No, I’m not your daughter
And I’m not your bitch
I guess I’m unamerican

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I guess I’m unamerican

[Outro]
I wanna be an alien
I wanna be an alien
I wanna be an alien
I wanna be an alien

Mr. Kelly – Payroll (feat. BADJUJU) lyrics

I’m a real, deal thrill seeker
I know the drill
Girl my will’s weaker
But how come every time I make the decision
To visit you on the West End
You always gotta bring your best friend
That’s my bad
You just caught me at a bad time
Saying that I treat you as if you were just a pastime
And last time, I said that would be the las time
But I still had to “four” it like a backnine
Woah

But if you come get on my payroll
Maybe we can role play, eh
I can’t let another day go by, nah
Where I don’t make cake
I checked the shadow on my sundial, a while
Would you believe that it was half-day, eh
But every single time the sun’s down
Why do I always feel like I’m just half-wake, wait

Mr. Kelly says I’m at an altitude where attitude and gratitude
Go hand in hand,
Like longitude and latitude
I’m asking who else do you know
Has such an aptitude for these platitudes
Cause I cant take it anymore

Eanie, meanie, miney, moe
Pulling b****** by the fours
If she hollas, let ‘em go
She’ll be schemin’ on the low

Shhh, did y’all hear that
That’s the world’s smallest harmonica
Playing just for you and all of your friends
No Rachel, Phoebe, or Monica
Andromeda
Phenomena
To monitor
The moniker
Is treat all of you n***** like Donald Trump
On my follow-up
Why? Cause nowadays n***** androgynous
At alcoholic’s anonymous
Saying bottoms up
But don’t bother us
Which is ironic cause
I’m poppin’ bottles off the same emotions I kept bottled up
Now it’s time to f*** up the top like a phlebotomist
A product of all of the n***** we tryin’ to make proud of us

Chorus:
But if you come get on my payroll
Maybe we can role play, eh
I can’t let another day go by, nah
Where I don’t make cake
I checked the shadow on my sundial, a while
Would you believe that it was half-day, eh
But every single time the sun’s down
Why do I always feel like I’m just half-wake, wait, wait

Can we, can we
Can we, can we

Maybe we can role-play

Kendrick Lamar – XXX. (feat. U2) lyrics

[Intro: Bēkon & Kid Capri]
America, God bless you if it’s good to you
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Throw a steak off the ark
To a pool full of sharks, he’ll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he’ll show you somethin’, whoa
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
X-rated
Johnny don’t wanna go to school no mo’, no mo’
Johnny said books ain’t cool no mo’ (no mo’)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin’
God bless America, you know we all love him

[Verse 2]
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin’, he was mobbin’, way belligerent and drunk
Talkin’ out his head, philosophin’ on what the Lord had done
He said: “K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It been a fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.”
He was lookin’ for some closure
Hopin’ I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him
“I can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin’ killed.”
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I’ll wait in front a nigga’s spot and watch him hit his block
I’ll catch a nigga leavin’ service if that’s all I got
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
Ain’t no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I can’t even keep the peace, don’t you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my momma
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I’m ’bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Break: Kendrick Lamar]
Alright, kids, we’re gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag is wrapped in drag with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us!
It’s murder on my street, your street, back streets
Wall Street, corporate offices
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump’s in office
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you Crippin’ or you married to blood?
I’ll ask again — oops, accident
It’s nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America’s reflections of me, that’s what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar—

Caleborate – Bankrobber

[Intro]
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Me and Drew Banga, Came back from the hiatus
I’m not high so, Imma try to just actually really feel it

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

[Verse 1]
I’ve been out hear lowriding, lowriding
Hanging out with nobody, nobody
Cause i got my own problems, own problems
I’m young and black with no college, no college
But fuck em cause the streets is where i graduate
Momma gon congratulate
Tell me that she love me but i gotta make it out this place
Niggas die here everyday
Or they get stuck working jobs
Caleb get your own job then get your own state like tom
Get Del Niro like Rob and get a black girl too
And make sure you don’t forget what your daddy used to do
Never be like them niggas and they’ll wanna be you
And don’t fuck with hoes that don’t do shit but look cute

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

[Bridge]
(You can keep it rolling)
Said my daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a
(This gonna be a bit controversial but i’m gonna say it)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, first off, fuck Donald Trump, I don’t care he’s not my president
Nigga i ain’t scared of shit
You can’t even tell him shit
What’s the point in hiding just be honest for the hell of it
I know my truth gonna set me free, So tell it
Look
Yeah i watch porno
I grown as fuck but still ain’t got no dough
I’m living with my aunty, I ain’t got no hoes
I beat my dick sometimes when she don’t answer my calls
I’m self conscious bout my size and how i look with clothes on
But i’m still cold as frozone
When i spit this oxycodone
Cause i admit that i ain’t shit and everybody follows
To make it big in this world you can’t be in your sorrows
Fuck what happened yesterday, you could blow up tomorrow
If you keep your eyes on the prize that night
Said my daddy back at high school when i would write
Now i’m recognized and God damn that nigga was right
That nigga was right

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a

Trippie Redd – Hellboy

[Intro]
I wuv Trippie Redd
Aye, it was always a, a fucking goal to, uh
Give all these niggas hell, know what I’m sayin’
A Love Letter to You 2
Ooh, fuck your boo
Baby wish me well

[Chorus]
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It’s all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give ’em hell (hell), and you know that I live in hell (hell)
A livin’ hell (hell), I’m Hellboy, I live in hell

[Verse]
I let the money dance, the diamond blings all by itself
Without any help, so that means it shine on it’s own
Without any gold, I’ve been a king without any throne
It’s time to take your ass to school, ain’t no place, like, home
I’m 1400 with the screw up kids, don’t screw up kid
Or that choppa wet your crew up kid, I’m two up kid
We animals, better zoo up kid
I’m from Canton but the whole country where I blew up big
Who knew us kid, I think I came from under a rock
Was out on the block, my cousin had that shit in his sock
He movin’ the work, your bitch all over my cock
I put dick in her mouth, like the whole mother of bombs
And I ain’t talkin’ Donald Trump, but I’ll take Donald out the trunk
And let Donald’s ass bust if you keep talkin’ down on gang
I just pulled up in a Lamb, cuzzo pulled up in a Range
And we reloadin’ them sticks lil’ nigga, we release them things, ayy

[Bridge]
Hold up, give ’em hell, give ’em hell
I been on the road wish me well, wish me well, yeah
Give ’em hell, give ’em hell
I been on the road wish me well, wish me well

[Chorus]
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It’s all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give ’em hell (hell), and you know that I live in hell (hell)
A livin’ hell (hell), I’m Hellboy, I live in hell
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It’s all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give ’em hell (hell), and you know that I live in hell (hell)
A livin’ hell (hell), I’m Hellboy, I live in hell

[Outro]
Baby, wish me well
Baby, wish me well
Baby, wish me well
Ooh, I was like sayonara to you
Ooh, I was like wish me well, lil’ boo
Ooh, I dropped a love letter to you
Yeah, and gave you another one, lil’ boo
Yeah, sayonara to you
Ooh, sayin’ wish me well, lil’ boo
Yeah, screamin’ wish me well, lil’ boo
Bitch

Uncle Murda – Rap Up 2017 Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh it’s that time of year again
The wrap up
Ayo, nobody wanna hear Mad Skillz Shit
Don’t Come Outside
My new mixtape out right now
GMG ATM is the unit
Lenny Grant

[Hook]
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy, crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy, crazy
Shit cr-

[Verse 1]
Nicki and Meek dead
Now it’s Nas and Nicki
I’m just happy Usher ain’t give that herpes to Chilli
Meek got a 2 to 4 for popping a wheelie
It’s crazy, even Drake said
“Free Meek Milly”
Free Meek
Safaree don’t feel bad for him
Meek and ‘em almost beat his ass but he was too fast for him
Kaepernick spoke to Meek Mill
That’s dope
Tell Nicki Minaj brother
“Don’t drop the soap”
Remy got at Nicki ass like
“What you got in them jeans?”
Remy won but for now
Nicki still the queen
Cardi B on the hills though
I know Nick feeling it
3 records on the Billboard
Cardi be killing it
You ain’t gotta say it Nicki I know
You been doing that
Cardi got a long way to go
It was dope seeing Remy and Kim link
Ayo K Michelle
Your pussy still stink
Jay Z confessed to cheating on Beyoncé
And he finally threw some shots back at Kanye
Jay know Kanye ain’t ‘bout that violence
For my nigga prodigy
Let’s have a moment of silence
——
(Queens stand up)
These sluts is still winning man
Salute to these hoes
21 Savage wifed Up Amber Rose
Playboy Carti wifed up Black Chyna
She had hundreds of niggas in and out her vagina
Kevin Hart cheated and that shit got recorded
Apologized on Instagram cause he was getting extorted
I was mad Soulja Boy and Chris Brown didn’t fight
Migos and Joe Budden almost got into a fight
Do it look like I was left of Bad and Boujee?
Yeah it was Offset, Quavo And Lil Uzi
Niggas tried to hit Young Dolph with a hundred shots
He was in the bullet proof truck like, “that’s all y’all got?”
He was laughing
Watching bullets bounce off the glass
Second time around no
Them niggas shot his ass
Niggas get shot everyday
That nigga tough
That’s my nigga
He gon’ call me like
“Yo, you play too much.”
A Boogie and them stomped out Lil B
I was mad they ain’t have Timbs on like MOP

[Hook]
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy
Shit-

[Verse 2]
Bobby V, you like trannies
No need to front about it
You ain’t come out the closet yet
But got caught coming out it
You and Yung Joc been gay for mad long
You probably payed for that dress that he had on
Tyrese broke
How he don’t got no paper?
Nigga tried to borrow 5 mill from Will and Jada
Cried on the Gram when he ain’t get to see his child
R Kelly kidnapping girls
He still a pedophile
You R&B niggas is ill
Usher got an STD you can’t cure with a pill
This is so disrespectful, ain’t it?
Wendy husband cheated
That’s why you fainted
You in that bikini Wendy
That’s why he doing that
Your body look like ugh
Where the fuck is your booty at?
OJ home
He ain’t black
I don’t give a fuck
Free my nigga Brown, Ra Diggs
Free Tut
White people
Look at all the shit they be doing
Rest in peace to all them victims in that Las Vegas shooting
Lil white kid got 6 months for rape
But Meek got a 2 to 4 for a non-violent case
This other white kid had us all feeling bad
Then them pictures came out with them confederate flags
Oh now we understand fully
You was calling kids nigga
That’s why you was getting bullied
Donald Trump still spreading that hatred
Made Harvey Weinstein look like a rapist
I’ll believe all them girls that made a statement
Damn Russell Simmons facing rape allegations
Please Russell, tell me it’s nonsense
And you ain’t been doing yoga to clear your guilty conscience
Nelly caught a rape charge
Case got dropped
Prosecution and the judge and believe that thot
Half of Hollywood got caught up in that rape shit
Lonzo Ball can’t ball
He ain’t shit
Like his father
I’m just being real with him
I Know Nike happy
They ain’t do that deal with him
Wanna sell sneakers
Lonzo get your stats up
You had a lot of hype
But your numbers don’t match up
Durant got a ring but that shit don’t count
He was riding the wave
That Steph Curry house
Westbrook won the MVP like hello
Now he getting some help from Paul George and Melo
Kyrie left Lebron James in Cleveland
He wanted be the man
That’s his reason for leaving
48 Laws of Power, first chapter
Kyrie never try to outshine the master
Phil Jackson got fired
Kobe got both his jerseys retired
Lamar Odom still having a hard life
Derek Fisher still fucking Matt Barnes wife
The NFL a new KKK clique
Look how them owners done block Kaepernick
Tell Martin Luther
“Puff got a dream.”
Them crackers ain’t letting Puff buy no football team
They ain’t even let Kaepernick be a backup
They know you a good businessman
But you black Puff
I’m sounding like Stephen A. Smith y’all
Check me out
Floyd Mayweather took too long to knock McGregor out
Think Floyd give a fuck about that?
No
He got 300 million and he 50 and 0

[Hook]
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy
Shit-

[Verse 3]
The kid with all the Xs in his name got knocked out
On stage
Usher 1 STD away from getting AIDS
My mouth reckless
Khloe and Kim K [?] get pregnant
Kylie Jenner having Travis Scott baby
I know that boy Tyga feeling crazy
He been so irrelevant since the breakup
It’s been good seeing Cameron and Jim Jones make up
Ma$e verse Cam
Harlem, how you like that?
Niggas was just hype to see Ma$e finally fight back
Oracle was cool but it wasn’t no Ether
Ma$e going to hell for acting like he a preacher
The 2Pac movie was wack
Ask Kevin Hart
Maino shooting 2Pac up was my favorite part
Starz gave 50 a hundred mil
He put me in a Bruce Willis movie
Shit getting real
Lil Bow Wow been doing the most
That nigga wasn’t on a jet
He was on Jet Blue and coast
Tell Mother Nature to suck a dick
She got hurricanes out here fucking up shit
Houston, Puerto Rico, we with y’all
Trump sold the whole country
He ain’t shit y’all
Trae tha Truth was out in Houston with the people
Trump throwing papers towels like It was a free throw
In Puerto Rico
America, we gotta do better
I wish we could kill Trump and bring back Hugh Hefner
Donald Trump is a crazy cracker
Flex was on the Gram arguing with a dead rapper
He was telling 2Pac that he lied
And got real emotional
Funk Flex even cried
I ain’t gon’ talk about the chick situation
Me and his wife already had that conversation
I’m still the most underrated rapper
I came up off Bitcoin so that shit don’t matter
I’m in the crib like
“What else Ima write ‘bout?
Oh yeah
Amorosa got kicked out the White House
Terrorists been popping up in New York lately
Nigga blew hisself up by mistake
Shit crazy
Janet Jackson turned 50
Had her first baby
Khaled all over Instagram with his first baby
Beyoncé had twins with Shawn Carter
Serena Williams had a baby
I think Drake is the father
I had a baby
Can’t wait ‘til i see him walk
Pharrell had triplets
Enough of that baby talk
Back to that street shit
Niggas don’t feel me
Taxstone got locked up and pleaded guilty
“Why you ain’t help him?”
I ain’t come with that nigga
We ain’t cool like that but it’s free Tax nigga
We don’t wish jail on niggas
Free Tax nigga
Rest In Peace Combat Jack nigga
Tell Mad Skillz
Niggas is through it
I ain’t really want Ghost and Kanan Getting cool again
Tyreke killed Ray Ray on Power
Tommy fucking Lala
We saw her titties on Power
Gucci got married
Cardi B got engaged
Young Buck choke some nigga out backstage
Post Malone wanna be black
He getting rap money but he tryna downplay rap
Paul Rosenberg called him out on that
I hope G-Eazy don’t do nothing stupid like that
Where my bitches at that’s Bad and Boujee?
Chris Brown and Quavo almost fought over Karrueche
Joe Budden left Everyday Struggle
That contract they gave you basically said
“Fuck You”
Teka$hi 6ix9ine came out of nowhere
He litt
He from Brooklyn and he got rainbow hair
LouGotCash got a deal
New York shit
Ace’s got closed down but Lust still litt
Mariah Carey broke up with that billionaire
She kept that 10 million dollar ring
She ain’t playing fair
I’m off this
Enough was said here
I’ll be back throwing niggas under the bus next year
VROOM

[Hook]
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy

Dreezy – Spar (feat. 6Lack & Kodak Black)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye mayne, I like the depth of this song, ya know what I’m sayin’
Not the death of the song but the D-E-P-T-H of the song
Ya feel me, the complexity and shit
I like the topic
Kodak Black man

[Chorus: 6LACK]
Look my word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They not rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C., I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

[Verse 1: 6LACK]
This really just a free verse, I put my life in reverse
I dug up out my old pain and put it on a t-shirt
So many sides to this shit, not here for the popular shit
Your own people will laugh when you on positive shit
Before I die, I’ma teach, I light a blunt and I preach
Ain’t no facade you can see, that I can only be me
I got a daughter to raise, one day she gon’ be a queen
I’m tryna get shit together, so she can have anything

[Chorus: 6LACK]
My word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They ain’t rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C., I’m tryna spar with Trump
I ain’t a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

[Verse 2: Dreezy]
I take this life how it come
Got heart but still won’t show love
If I tell people where I’m from, they might think I gotta gun
Got J’s that’s still in the box
No tax or bands on my ones
I took my feelings out this shit and put my trust in my funds
Tat my dead homie on my sleeve
Don’t need glasses, see what I see
Told me at ten, what I wasn’t gon’ be
Nigga ain’t make the league, so we turn to the streets
Cops wanna blast ‘fore they see ya I.D
Might do the race ‘fore a nigga catch me
Damn if it be another R.I.P
It’s a black/white world but I only see green
Killers gettin’ off innocent, when the clip showin’ that he did the shit
Try to talk and they ain’t listenin’ but they’ll point it out if you get ignorant
Fuck with you if you a benefit
That’s why I pay off cash at the dealership
But I got money stashed for the bail and shit
But I’ma write it off, good penmanship
Can’t say we representing when half the office White Supremacist
This can’t be, "Land of the free"
If kneeling might cost your position
I’m supposed to respect the system
They call our brothers, "Sons of bitches"
And when my Unc’ came home from prison
For the same shit y’all tried to turn into a business
Take our culture, our blueprint
Pay the knockoff to come model us
Hurricanes come and swallow us
Opp niggas tryna put the dot on us
We pourin’ Henny, cause we all bottled up
Granny said, "Scratch ya lottos up"
But the bible says it goes full circle
I’ma tryna find me a good purpose

[Chorus: Dreezy]
My word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They not rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C., I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, you can’t ignore the stuff

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ain’t old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum
But I can go die in the army or go to war for them
Ain’t old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt
But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb
Totin’ magazines that got me in the articles
When I’m in Washington D.C., I’m doing fraud n’ stuff
Ain’t worried bout Donald Trump
Ain’t worried bout seeing no monuments
These people got weather control
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
The weather ain’t got no name
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
These people control the rain, these people be diggin’ bunkers up
But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us
I was in the clubs in 6th grade, fightin’ the adults and stuff
Feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us
Ever since the 6th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
Ever since the 10th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
So I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us yeah
I fought for us, nigga I die for us, nigga I risk my life for us
I risk my life for us nigga and I’ll die for us nigga

The Game – Heaven 4 A Gangster Lyrics

[Intro]
Can’t forget about my OG Heron
My nigga’ Montreal
My nigga’ 2Pac
Hussein Fatal
And Kadafi

[Verse 1]
It’s like riding down Greenleaf
Dre Day, smokin’ green leaf (uhh)
Draco’ in the front seat
And just to think, I made all this off one key
Hurricane
Two feet in Compton, one deep
Can’t ride with me, ‘less I’m Pimp C and you Bun B
My flag ain’t got no stars on it, fuck my country
Get your toupée knocked off tryin’ Donald Trump me
I’m the OG to the YG’s
You ain’t seen what I seen
My cousin Tasha shot in the stomach, pregnant at 19
She died, but the baby kept stompin’
That how hard us little niggas come up
Born and raised in Compton
We earned this shit, learnt this shit
City used to be all white
Look how we turnt this shit
2Pac turning in his grave from all this nonsense
A little soldier ain’t from Bompton
I put that on the homies

[Bridge]
God said in the last days there would be times of difficulty. For people would become lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, too arrigant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous without self-control. Lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God. This calls for wisdom. Let the one who has understanding calculate the number of the beast. fuck Donald Trump, homie

[Chorus]
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

[Verse 2]
God, forgive me for my sins
World full of bitch niggas
Lord, keep me out the pen
Keep my sons on the right track
My daughter on her momma side
Let the wind hit my baby face, its gonna be homicide
You don’t father like I father, nigga
I father kids and I father niggas
I done been on Lil’ Yachty
Shot crips with Lil’ Uzi
Got bricks from the Migos
And my is bitch bad and boujee
Every time I turn around
Somebody trying to sue me
And old friends turn colors
Like Notorious B.I.G., Coogi
I promise this ain’t a movie, my nigga
This ain’t on Netflix
This is every time you in the club, we gonna set trip
Another dead body on the dance floor
That’s what them hood niggas do, when them bands low
Red rag on my head, I’m still Rambo
Fuck a pistol, what these hands for?

[Chorus]
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

Tu no metes cabra – Bad Bunny letra

Letra Bad Bunny – Tu no metes cabra

Cuando ustedes me ven, yo sé que tiemblan
Yo estoy ready 24 hours
El Father, pídanme la bendición
/Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche/(x7)
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switche.(tu no metes cabra)

Yeh, estoy subiendo como espuma
Prendiéndole en la cara al que no fuma
Ando con Adidas veloces como un puma
El Undertaker saliendo de la bruma
Y se apagan las luces, prende el wax para que me muses
Tú no metes cabra, tú no luces
No es el Mercedes, es quien lo conduce
Y dime que son Retro sin un Jordan que las use
Evita el delay versuri-lyrics.info
Aquí si no te ponchamos, te damos doble play
No existe replay, son Miami sin Lebron y Wade
Nos vamos a switcher, aunque me fichen
Me tiran pero soy un pitcher
Tu jeva loca que me la chiche
Yo matando y tú mirando en los bleacher.

/Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche/ (x7)
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switche.

Yo controlo la calle sin ser bichote
Un melón y pico entre el pote
Yo tengo el pique flow chipotle
Shaquille O’Neal debajo del aro
Nadie me quita un rebote
La nueva religión, yo soy la nueva era
El responsable de que ustedes se cayeran
Apartamento frente al mar, lo tengo de pecera
Y el sour diesel directo de la nevera
Se bebe y se chinga como en prom
Yo soy un hijueputa.com
En el VIP soy Donald Trump
Yo tengo to’ Gucci hasta las foam, yehhh.

/Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche/(x7)
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switcheee.
Bad Bunny letras
Video cabra

Jarren Benton – Designer Belts Lyrics

Intro

Yeah, yeah have a nigga tell a friendd, bitch. Money over bitches while the world still spinning

Vers 1
Yeah, forever terminating trash. Middle fingers to the peers, this is therminating blacks, fuck ’em. Lord Benton i’m moving expensive lettuce. Fuck my slave name, i’m switching it to a [?] I never trust the system investin in private prisons. as long as i’m breathing i’m probably the live that’s livin’. Name a nigga’ iller than me, i’ll wait. They ain’t fucking with the god [?] fuck these labels i bet i leave with my masters. Black lives never matter as long as i’m eating rappers. Rest in pissed, i never honour you chumps. These nigga’s swagger jagger, i trust my money in trunks. Click, click,blaow Put you niggas in a permenant slump, never smell no wierd odors when i’m burning a blunt. Yeah, they be like “Mr.Benton you quite odd.” Atheist, i never pray for no white god. No disrespect for my white folks, but they be like “We want that old Jarren, The psycho.” Since my nigga died i ain’t been the same. Fuck the schitzo, pussy nigga, come feel this pain. I got family in Flint, Michigan. These motherfuckers poison the water to get rid of them. A couple bucks will make your life switch. I don’t trust the government, my wife know my sidebitch. Yeah, a nigga crying for help. A taste for suicide i hang with designer belts. Yeah, god bless america, if it ain’t your own then the pigs gon’ come and bury ya niggas

Verse 2
*Right hand over my strap. my country sits on bigger things. sweet land of living*
Complain about bullshit while niggas do fed’ time. Some niggas that got clipped got nothing but bed time. You voted for Donald Trump, your vote was a hatecrime. The world looking Strange, dawg, i ride with a Tech Nine. I’m coming with the facts involved, taxin’ y’all, so call me when the straps involved. Talkin trash, pat the party with the action, dawg. Fo’ fo’ ways kids like they jackin’ off. Swear a nigga wanted to flip, i was nice with basketball still a wanted a prick. Got the brand new fives, still i want me a six. Like a nigga got a wife and still i want me yo bitch. Sold crack on the corner and back to back with them foreigners. I put my mind to it and got it right off the tour. Still they pull me over like, “What the fuck is you doing?”[?] What drug is you movin’. Dang man, i want these niggas dead. Put his arms to his head, he be Mr.Potato head. A nigga been feared, but never fuck with the feds. We killin’ everything, i hope you niggas prepared. On a lighter note, Niggas still coming with the fire, though. Burnin’ up the trees getting higher than Mariah Notes. Mink coat killa’ with the drug deala’. Sum it all up, fuck a fuck nigga

Outro

Piano sombre – Kalash Criminel paroles

Paroles Kalash Criminel – Piano sombre

Un regard, on s’est compris,
Ça y est ton cœur est conquis,
Famas en treillis kaki,
Dis-moi juste quel est ton prix
J’rends les michtos folles, au microphone
J’suis méga fort, en punchlines, métaphores
Changement de vision, rafale sur le physio
Dans quel monde nous vivons? Ça crée la division
L’amour du cash/money fait perdre la raison
En 2017 y’a encore des nègres de maison
J’ai pas pris la grosse tête, (Ah ouais), j’ai pris la cagoule
Rougemont c’est Baltimore, Chicago et Kaboul
Y’a Kendy M.A.S (Gang), Stilday et Peco (Gang)
J’crée des malaises, (Hey)
Mets toi sur le té-cô.(piano sombre)

J’vais tout baiser comme un polygame
J’fréquente des jolies dames versuri-lyrics.info
Tu passes du rire aux larmes quand ça vire au drame
Tu rap bien mais… ça manque de contenu
Et l’Occident veut tuer tout un continent (Tah tah tah)
T’es pas de chez nous : t’es pas le bienvenu
J’suis mi-homme, mi-monument
Souhaite moi une longue vie, une bonne santé et prospérité, (Hey)
C’est pas tes problèmes, ne m’intéresse pas
Mais tu sais dans la vie, j’ai des priorités
Je rêve de villa, de principauté,
Je fais la fierté de ma communauté,
Allez leur dire : “Si le rap marche pas, y’a le McDo qui recrute”,
C’est pour te mettre un penalty, si j’prends du recul,
Pose toi deux secondes qu’on discute
Oui Obama c’était une carotte mais Donald Trump c’est un fils de puteee.
Kalash Criminel paroles
Video sombre

Suiside Inferno – Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems lyrics

[Chorus]
Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems, Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems
Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems boy, Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems
First you get they money boy, then you get that power
First you get that money boy, then you get that power

[Verse 1]
Ain’t got no time for no trials, ain’t got no time for no errors
Donald Trump in the office, the whole world up in terror
Can’t no man stop a dollar nigga, I’m eating my steak
Fried shrimp on my plate, fuck who they inaugurate
I count my money nigga, just like I’m counting my blessings
I see you got your hand out, but what you did for me?
You sitting round my dinner table trying to get it for free
You need to get off yo ass, and chase the cash out the streets
Fake dope boy nigga posting pics to the gram
Acting like he El Chapo, all he pushing is grams
You a petty Reggie nigga, selling sticks, selling seeds but you got

[Chorus]
Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems, Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems
Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems boy, Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems
First you get they money boy, then you get that power
First you get that money boy, then you get that power

[Verse 2]
It’s bout that money and power, then you get that respect
That shit is greater than legends, and feel better than sex
What the hell you expect, them bitches chasing a check
Them bitches round cuz you ball, they just come round and don’t call
But once you lose it all, they gone flee when you fall
And they gone tell on yo ass, once you get caught with that brick
Once you get caught with that brick, once you get caught with that brick, they gone tell on yo ass, Once you get caught with that brick, a hundred niggas in clicks, And ain’t but ten gone do shit
The other twenty gone snitch, the last thirty a bitch
I can sniff out a Hater, I get paid up in full
Keeping money on my mind cuz everyday I’ma shine, cuz you got

[Chorus]
Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems, Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems
Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems boy, Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems
First you get they money boy, then you get that power
First you get that money boy, then you get that power

Bryan Mullins The Hero Of America’s Children – Churches Are Slaughtering America’s Children lyrics

In a society
Where all beliefs are free
Children are still slaves to lies
If they don’t believe in Christmas
They would be slaughtered
It is so sad to see
But it is true
It’s no burden of proof
Just a simple fact
That every church in America doesn’t want you to know
Now that it has been proven
Churches are slaughtering America’s children
Donald Trump must be the president
To bomb every single one of those churches
Children should stay safe at their homes during so
Then children will have a eternal voice

Spose – Anna Kendrick (Good Luck With Your Life Album)

[Skit]
Allons! We must not stop here
However sweet these laid-up stores
However convenient this dwelling, we cannot remain here
However sheltered this port
However calm these waters, we must not anchor here
However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us
We are permitted to receive it, but a little while
So long

[Verse 1]
If I talk about having money, it’s ’cause I was broke
And I want you to know that there’s hope
You see, if Spose did it, you could do it
Froze, but maneuvered through the cold
Dude who grew up to the bro looking superhuman
Selling hoodies or tees, like David
Got me so good at math, you’d think I was Asian
Sustained from Maine, get paid for entertainment
Haters all jelly, like the middle of a danish
I’m getting money out of Maine like Anna Kendrick
But I don’t do this for the money, I do this for attention
‘Cause I’m still underrated, not debated, never mentioned
Even though I’m getting capital like starting of a sentence
Thirty-one-year-old white suburban rap dad
I was the nicest before ISIS had a black flag
I put four lines together before a hashtag
If you don’t like me, you don’t like you
You’re lying, it’s outright perjury
Maine celebrity and every housewife’s heard of me
Short, but don’t doubt that I’m bout mine vertically
Blaow, walking out, pockets stout like Germany
I’ve never had the preferred physique to work the beats
With perfect teeth to blurt the speech
Here’s a list of rappers I prefer to me

[Skit]
The inducements shall be greater
We will sail pathless and wild seas
We will go where winds blow, waves dash
And the Yankee clipper speeds by under full sail

[Verse 2]
"What’s the position you hold?"
"Can you really feed a family of six out in the sticks with only a single going gold?"
"If P. Dank should fold, and you’re left out in the cold
Is it back to flipping burgers, waiting tables in the cove?"
Fuck no, I’m back to son you like your uncle’s brother
Work under the moon until my tomb inside a pyramid
Someone asked me how it feels to be a one-hit-wonder
I said, "Good, but how does it feel to have zero hits?"
I never quit till I fit like a glass slipper
The world’s crazy, every meal could be our last supper
Lines coming out my face with no cat whiskers
Taking risks could break my pockets like pass rushers
Spose, not the greatest ever? That’s offensive
Looking at this goat, I see the resemblance
I’ll smack Donald Trump back to the Apprentice
Before death grays my anatomy like Patrick Dempsey
Bro, these billionaries don’t give a fuck about us
Would they show up at our funeral tomorrow? I doubt it
Even when the sky clouded I can still feel sun
Because my kids were born healthy, I got shelter plus lunch
I’m trying to eat, so I can feed a portion of folks
Who never had a silver spoon at the fork in the road
Take a look around, find something to like
‘Cause I can’t save us all, so good luck with your life

Princess Vitarah – I Want 20 Inch Dick lyrics

I like big dick and I can not lie
But the dick must be the right size
I want 20 inch from top to the end
Dick so big I can feel it in my head

I want a big dick
I want a big stick
I want a big rig
Hitched like a ship brig

However you prefer to call the dick that’s fine
Just know that when I’m done he will remember me for life

And when he cums he tells me that he loves me I’m the one
His cum is white like Bobrisky’s bum
White like Donald Trump before he turned orange
White like Rachel Dolezal when she wakes up in the morning

Gonna throw it in circle then look back at it
Trying to see me everyday he needs me like a crack addict
Addicted he is to me
My cookie he wants to eat
He said that its very sweet
So I help him go to sleep

His dick is so long it causes traffic in LA
He can’t see the road because its always in the way

Deep throat, I swallow all of it
The secret is to use a lot of spit

It was in my face
Now its in my throat
I lick his cojones
Then I swallow
I swallow
Use my tatas
Massage it like a spa
Knead it out like a knot

Drop it low, To the floor
Twist on it and blow
Twist on it blow blow
Suck a nipple like a pro
Suck it slow
Stop me no
Cant say no
Suck it mo
Drop it low
Bounce it bounce it bounce it yeah oh oh

Dick for breakfast
Dick for lunch
Dick for dinner
Dick is all I want
Dick all I care
Dick I don’t share
Dick anywhere
Dick everywhere

If I had a dick I’d slap you hoes all in the face
Hating ass bitch I know you wanna take my place
Sorry your last song sucked what a shame
The video was alright but your bars was a waste

Vitarah, I’m Princess Vitarah
I’m slaying all you hoes with my flow I slaughter
These haters are a mystery to me but I’ll solve em
I drop another hit real quick no problem

I want dick so big I can feel it in my head
His dick is so big I can feel it in my head
20 inch dick I can feel it in my head
His dick is so big I can feel it in my head

Big Sean – Light (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Uh-huh, is it time?

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Look, I spent my whole life tryna improvise
I’m not saying that shit for you to sympathize
Spent my whole life tryna find the light that’s at the end of the tunnel
I should have realized it was inside
So lately I been trying to get what’s inside outside
So many people wanna see my insides outside
I’m from that city four hours east of Southside
Where everyone outside, but don’t fuck with no outsiders
Going up, with the ones I hold it down with
Whole city got my back on some photobomb shit
Whole city blowing up on some old Saddam shit
Before this I was the one hoes tried to go to prom with

[Refrain: Big Sean]
You know, take the fame, take the crib, take our cars
Now we gotta take the train, hood niggas takin’ chains
Slave master take our names, 5-0 take the shot
And young souls take the blame, man but they can’t take away
The light

[Hook: Jeremih & Big Sean]
No matter how much they gon’ shade you
No, man they can’t fuck with the light
They can’t stop the shine
They can’t fuck with the light
Hell nah the boy’s that bright
Even if you take away my life, you can’t take the light
No matter how much they gon’ shade you

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Got the whole city on fire
Boy, this the flow that got Steph Curry inspired
This the flow that got Lebron James finna rewire
This the flow that got my whole family finna retire
Flows on flows, I might drown in this bitch
Ye found a pro, I guess I’m profound in this bitch
My dad from Louisiana, man the smallest town
Where if they know you’re brown, they might hold you down and even hose you down, man
Since I’m his son, I feel like I gotta stunt hard
I took the hand that they gave me and played the Donald Trump card
And realized counting money never feel as good as counting blessings
And a loaded mind is more dangerous than a loaded weapon

[Refrain: Big Sean]
So when they take the fame, take the crib, take our cars
Now we gotta take the train, and hood niggas takin’ chains
Slave master take our names, 5-0 take the shot
And young souls take the blame, man but they can’t take away
The light

[Hook: Jeremih & Big Sean]
No matter how much they gon’ shade you
No, man they can’t fuck with the light
They can’t stop the shine
No, man they can’t fuck with the light
Hell nah the boy’s that bright
Even if you take away my life, you can’t take the light
No matter how much they gon’ shade you

[Outro: Jeremih]
Don’t let them take away your soul
No, no (No, no)
Don’t let them take away what makes you whole

Kendrick Lamar – XXX Lyrics

[Intro: Bono & Kid Capri]
America, God bless you if it’s good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Throw a steak off the yacht
To a pool full of sharks, he’ll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he’ll show you somethin’, whoa
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
X-rated
Johnny don’t wanna go to school no mo’, no mo’
Johnny said books ain’t cool no mo’ (no mo’)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin’
God bless America, you know we all love him
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin’, he was mobbin’, way belligerent and drunk
Talkin’ out his head, philosphin’ on what the Lord had done
He said: “K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It’s been a fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.”
He was lookin’ for some closure
Hopin’ I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
“I can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin’ killed.”
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I’ll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
I’ll catch a nigga leavin’ service if that’s all I got
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
Ain’t no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I can’t even keep the peace, don’t you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my mama
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I’m ’bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Alright, kids, we’re gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag
Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us!
It’s murder on my street, your street, back streets
Wall Street, corporate offices
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump’s in office
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you Crippin’ or you married to blood?
I’ll ask again—oops—accident
It’s nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America’s reflections of me, that’s what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar—

Rick Ross – Apple Of My Eye (feat. Raphael Saadiq) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Hahahah!)
Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just being something, man
So at that point what else can you ask for?
(Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Tears runnin’ down a nigga face
In a room full of failures, I feel out of place
Still sleepin’ on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reekin’ through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek, "I wouldn’t trust Nicki
Instead of beefin’ with your dog, you just give ’em some distance"
We all make mistakes, let’s not be too specific
We like, "I rather be a killer than be a statistic"
I never fold, no, I never ran
On my soul, I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the Lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open, I say, "Amen"
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter lookin’ for the smoke
If it’s more than a quarter million, I’ll count it twice
Pucci broke my heart, shit, I call it life
And never will I call it right
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Travelin’ the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
‘Cause the loss of life’s the only thing niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another motherfuckin’ casualty

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
You just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma runnin’ out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga, thought I’d never be nothin’
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dyin’ for the same things
Cop kill a nigga, don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool in the U.S
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but it’s not just ’bout them purses

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (yeah)

[Verse 3: Raphael Saadiq]
The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend (always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and I)

Freddie Gibbs – Crushed Glass (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Diego, roll me one up, my nigga

[Verse 1]
The future started yesterday, nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
I admit that I was timid at a younger age, nigga
Daddy asked me what I wanna be, I said "A paid nigga"
With them extras out the pot, I gave myself a raise, nigga
Heaven sent I can’t remember the last time I prayed, nigga
So the Devil introduced me to cookin’ cocaine, nigga
On the blade, seven days, ain’t bathe or shave, nigga
I was thuggin’ with my trey eight
Motherfuck a president, I got a Presidential Day-Date
I run a check up like a Chase bank
The police open up the package if your shipment come a day late
I just beat a rape case, groupie bitch I never fucked
Trying to give me ten for some pussy that I never touched
At a certain level, system tried to test a nigga’s nuts
Nigga hire like eleven lawyers, had to level up

[Chorus]
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
If I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
And if I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up

[Verse 2]
The future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
Had a baby, now my daughter getting up in age, nigga
When I die I bet she say, "My daddy was a paid nigga"
‘Round the world jail system like a slave trade, nigga
Got me in this foreign prison, monkey in a cage, nigga
Bail paid, locked me up for an extra 30 days, nigga
Barely let us use the shower ain’t bathed or shaved nigga
I was sittin’ in a cell missin’ show dates
Commissary late, I’m postin’ pictures with the toothpaste
Barely eat the food, stress’ll make a nigga lose weight
Enter the mental of a nigga that wish he knew his fate
Shit these bitches do to try to get your cash
Erica visit, can’t wipe her tears from behind the glass
Choppin’ the porcelain up for years, said I’m suckin’ glass
I beat the DEA and the task, now I’m on my ass

[Verse 3]
Future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
Donald Trump gon’ chain us up and turn back to slaves, nigga
Got the recipe for dope, my reparations paid, nigga
Feel like that at some point, really I should feel ashamed, nigga
They kill us, we killin’ us, but that is not the way, nigga
Money tree up in the stripper club, I’m throwin’ shade, nigga
Did destruction on your flow when I paved the lane, nigga
Chest to chopper, blow your chest out where your heart at, nigga
Black Tony, Babyface, better scar that nigga
Sent the hit out, I’m just waitin’ on the call back, nigga
Shoot them pussies, burn it up, don’t bring the car back, nigga
Gangsta G, I fucked the industry, them crackers say I’m too aggressive
I turned myself into a boss without a fuckin’ question
Six whips, ghetto nigga gotta be excessive
I came up on fried bologna, boy what you expected?
What you expected?

[Chorus]
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
If I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
And if I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up

[Outro]
Ooh, I will be alright
Ooh, I will live my life
Ooh, I will be alright
Ooh, I will live my life

KENDRICK LAMAR – The Heart Part 4 lyrics

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am the greatest rapper alive”
So damn great motherfucker I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach nigga
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy
Lee Baca, on trail tryin’ portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m fouled
They throwin’ me out, you throwin’ the towel
Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (that ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (what else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
My name is identified as “that king”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got till April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

Lets get it!
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