Meanwhile, Japan Has Built an Actual Gundam

One of the highest grossing franchises of all time with copious amounts books, movies, TV shows, video games, countless spin-offs and entire sub-section of the toy and hobby industry specifically devoted to plastic robot model kits, the Gundam series is perhaps one of Japan’s most prolific cultural exports on par with the likes of Pokemon, Hello Kitty and Sailor Moon. First premiered in 1979, the genre-defining Gundam imagined a futuristic dystopian world where humans piloted giant robot mecha suits to wage intergalactic war and look pretty kick-ass while doing it.

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And while the aliens haven’t started their invasion (yet), it turns out that 2020 is already dystopian enough on its own to warrant the creation of our very own 60-foot tall robot protector. Residents of Yokohama, Japan captured footage of a 1:1 scale replica of the RX-78-2 unit as its creators took it out on little test run right on the bay. Demonstrating an impressively wide range of motion, albeit at a very lethargic pace, the life-size Gundam showed off its ability to walk, kneel, articulate its fingers, point to the sky and stare down the puny humans it will one day crush like grapes beneath its feet.

Life-sized Gundam in Yokohama is now in testing mode.
https://t.co/51HVoraPb7 — Catsuka (@Catsuka)1600702893.0

Its actually a lot more impressive than it sounds on paper — if it was any other year, the giant robot would have probably made more of a splash but between pandemics, protests, natural disasters, murder hornets, Carole Baskin being on Dancing with the Stars and whatever new wacky biblical plague we happen to be dealing with this week, it’s not hard to see why it might have flown under your radar. You would even be forgiven for initially dismissing it as some sort of elaborate CGI deepfake (we’ve been burned before), but it turns out the massive replica RX-78-2 is quite real and actually meant to be the main attraction for a new Gundam-themed amusement park.

The Gundam Factory was initially scheduled to open in October but for obvious COVID-19 related reasons, that has been delayed indefinitely. For the time being, the Gundam will stand guard in the Port of Yokohama just in case Godzilla decides he wants to try anything funny before the year is up.

Photo via Getty/ Noboru Hashimoto/ Corbis

Japanese Sensation Kemio Is Taking America

Though American readers may not be familiar with Kemio just yet, the 24-year-old YouTuber is a bonafide superstar in his native Japan.

Known for his energetic, rapid-fire vlogs, use of quirky catchphrases and retellings of his daily experiences with American culture, Kemio is pretty much the king of cultural cache in Japan. But don’t just take our word for it. Last year, one of his made-up words — “Agemizawa,” which means “when you’re so excited and so hyped on it, you scream it” — apparently became “the number one slang word in Japan.” And if that isn’t impact, then we don’t know what is.

Kemio’s story starts back in 2013 with the creation of his Vine account. Inspired by American content creators, Kemio finally decided to pursue his childhood dream of becoming an idol and entertainer — to viral success in Japan. And though the app’s closure in early 2017 spurred him to explore other corners of the internet, he now boasts close to two million subscribers on his YouTube, where posts videos doing everything from making curry to giving himself makeovers.

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Since moving to the US in 2016, Kemio has continued to vlog about his life in America, even amid the pandemic. However, his content and feelings of culture shock weren’t the only things that changed from living abroad. In fact, he said that being in a place where the LGBTQIA+ community is more visible and accepted has altered his own perception of self, which also made him feel like he could finally live his life honestly and authentically.

After all, as Kemio explained, despite Japan being “progressive in some aspects,” it is “also still very traditional in the sense that being gay in Japan isn’t as accepted” — something which caused Kemio to feel like he had to hide being gay for a long time. And though he came out in his book right before he moved to America, he said he still struggled a bit from the many years spent grappling with his identity in private.

“When I was in Japan, I felt like I definitely suppressed being gay for a long time. I was not comfortable with who I am for a long time as well,” he said. “So I don’t think I grew up in Japan as a gay man. But now I am definitely more comfortable speaking about who I am and my identity, publicly.”

That said, in the wake of all the support he’s gotten, Kemio said he now hopes that telling his story will help others feel supported, as well. And while he has yet to begin vlogging in English, he’s excited to give it a shot once his “English improves.” In the meantime, he’s been busy focusing on his fashion and modeling career — something he said is an attempt to get a little “more serious.” Though, thankfully, he doesn’t plan on quitting vlogging anytime soon.

So until we start getting our own Kemio catchphrases in English, get to know the star a little better, below.

What did your parents think about you pursuing a career in entertainment?

When I started, they didn’t really like it. They were like kind of concerned about me doing such a stupid thing on the internet. Also, they didn’t know what social media is. But once I started going on the TV or even on the newspaper, they saw exactly what I’m doing and they started to understand what I wanted to do for my job.

Since moving to the US, has anything surprised you about the culture and the nature of internet celebrity here versus Japan?

Everything is so different. Like, I was so surprised when I moved to LA. First things first, l was surprised that people wear their shoes at home, because in Japan no one ever [does that], and if I do that in Japan my grandma would literally kick my ass. So that’s I think the most surprising thing — the culture.

For the internet celebrities and everything, I think they’re so cool. They say whatever the fuck they want to say. They do whatever fuck they want to do, like I see freedom of speaking all the time. And also, I was so surprised at how internet celebrities — especially of my generation — speak up about politics, or their opinions about what is going on in the world, and then they will actually influence people to vote for the election or something. In Japan, a lot of celebrities don’t really share their opinions about politics.

How does creating content here differ from your experience creating content in Japan?

Since moving to the US, I started my YouTube channel. Just because a lot of Japanese people are really curious about the lifestyle in the US. Like, they love American culture — music, fashion, food, everything. So my content is focused on lifestyle in the US. Every little thing, like going to the grocery store. They’re so curious about that. Those things definitely help me to grow my audience.

Since this is for Pride, can you talk a little bit about your experience growing up gay in Japan?

When I was in Japan, I felt like I definitely suppressed being gay for a long time. I was not comfortable with who I am for a long time as well, and I actually didn’t come out until right before I moved to the US. And then after I moved to the US, I came out to only my close friend and my family… So I don’t think I [technically felt like I] grew up in Japan as a gay man. But now I am definitely more comfortable speaking about who I am and my identity, publicly.

I released my book a year ago, and I came out in the book, actually. I was super nervous, but a lot of people were so supportive about it. I was getting so many DMs from people who also struggle with their identity. So I was so grateful for those sweet and supportive messages. And then it also makes me think that I want to encourage more people, and I want to help this community more.

On that note, why is it important to you to talk about your identity as an openly gay Japanese man? What is the importance of this visibility to you?

I definitely think talking about my identity helps open a lot of conversations that don’t happen today in Japan. In Japan it’s not as open as here. Like, Japan’s society is very progressive in some aspects, but also still very traditional in the sense that being gay in Japan isn’t as accepted as it is in the US. But I think, for me, being open about who I am definitely helps other people who also struggle with their identity.

I want to say it’s getting better [for the LGBTQIA+ community in Japan], but there still definitely needs to be more. Since I never truly came out when I was in Japan, I actually have never been able to see the LGBTQ+ community there.

They also don’t really educate us. Like, in the media, they don’t really pick up topics about the transgender or LGBTQ+ community, so people actually don’t know what is going on in the community. So yeah, it’s getting better, but I feel like people still need to learn, including me. But for the younger generation, I think they’re more accepting and open about it, which gives me hope.

In your opinion, what can Japan’s LGBTQIA+ community people and their allies do to push for change and keep it going?

In my opinion, we need to use our voice more. People in Japan don’t really speak their mind in the public sometimes. I was like that too when I was living in Japan. I was almost always scared to talk about my opinion about politics or my identity. So I feel like for the younger generation, we need to do more to stand up and then try to change our future.

I feel like that’s such an Asian culture thing — you don’t rock the boat, you don’t speak up, you let things be — which is why I think it’s so cool you’re talking about this. Was it scary starting out though? Because there is this social expectation that you have to say the right thing or not say too much.

When I started this, I was so young, so I think I just didn’t think about a conclusion. Like I didn’t think about how people see me. Now, sometimes, when I make a video, I care about how I say things. Or, I think about how, back in the day, I didn’t [speak up].

Who’s your celebrity or influencer inspiration in the LGBTQ community?

There are so many people that have a big influence on me. I would just say Lady Gaga. And I love Kim Petras, I think she’s so cool. She’s the next level. I’m so obsessed with her music, her style and everything.

Hard agree. So, if you could also tell a younger you something, what would it be?

I would just say, “Don’t make a Grindr.” Or, if I could say something to me before I created Grindr, I would say, “Don’t Grindr too much.”

What’s Grindr like in Japan?

The one time I’ve gone on Grindr [there], I did it without putting my picture on the profile. I think there were other Japanese gay dating apps in Japan, so I don’t think Grindr is as poppin’ as here. I want to try one [going on a Grindr date in Japan], but I don’t know.

It’d be a good video, honestly.

Yeah, like in the US, the YouTubers who make videos going on Tinder dates. Maybe!

Kemio was photographed by New York-based Oscar Ouk using Zoom.







NikkieTutorials Is Delaying Her Wedding

Coronavirus has already taken away so many heartwarming pop culture moments from fans over the past month — concerts, album releases, festivals, conventions — but now you can add NikkieTutorials’ wedding to the list.

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“We decided to postpone our wedding,” Nikkie De Jager states in her newest video alongside her fiancé, Dylan Drossaers. She makes sure to note that, despite the video’s clickbait title, they do still plan on getting married, just not this year as originally planned. “Because of that bitch ‘Rona,” she continues, “outside, messing up the world.”

Fans just about had a heart attack when seeing the thumbnail and title for the video, but were quickly assured within the first minute that all was well between the happy couple. Unfortunately, Nikkie’s wedding is not the only big ceremony getting postponed out of safety concerns in 2020. J-Lo confirmed a few days ago that her and A-Rod were postponing their wedding due to the outbreak of COVID-19 around the world, and a source told People that Katy Perry and Orlando Bloom’s 150-person wedding in Japan is also being put on ice.

It’s tragic, yes, because many fans were looking forward to seeing Nikkie on her big day after enduring all the hardships she’s gone through in the press during the past year. Most of all, however, her longtime fans were excited to see what makeup look the YouTuber would choose and if, in fact, we would be getting a tutorial. Alas, we must wait until “That bitch ‘Rona” passes on to get the full scoop.


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Juice WRLD – Impatient Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
G Money, we finna get a lot of fucking money, bro
Man, I remember ramen
I just went to Japan to get some ramen
The fuck?

[Chorus]
Uh, I remember trap houses, bandos with the lean cars
Now I’m in a mansion, she do coke off my key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, I’m getting impatient
I remember trap houses, bandos with the key cards
Now I’m in the mansion, they do coke off my key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, I’m getting impatient

[Bridge]
I’m a young Ozzy Osbourne listening
VVS wrist glistening ass nigga (Uh)
Rich ass nigga
I’m a young Ozzy Osbourne listening
VVS wrist glistening ass nigga
Old rich ass nigga, yeah
Hm, yeah
I’m Billy Idol with that rebel yell
Oh-oh, uh-uh
Uh

[Verse]
Check the time, different time zones
Money on my mind, call the carrier to my phone
It’s traveling time, I’m going to Japan
I need to make sure my receptions fine, yeah
But besides that, I’m alright
I’m kinda getting sick and tired of these long flights
But it’s all for a good cause, uh-huh
I guess it cost to be the boss, uh-huh, uh
My pocket looks a lot like a morgue
Shit, I know what I signed up for
Uh, my pocket looks a lot like a morgue
So do my drawers, uh
I know what I signed up for
I ain’t talk to my mom in a week, I been busy
I feel bad, ’cause it feels like we barely speak
I ain’t talk to my aunt in a month, I feel bad
I was too busy recording music, smoking fat blunts
Let it all, let it all sink in at once
‘Cause it’s always fun and games, until you become the pun
Until you become the one, on the news with the OD
On the news with a nosebleed, from the cocaine you bought last week
Heroin stains in the sheets
When you try to put the pain all to peace
But instead you fell into pieces over a Hollywood dream
Heroin stains in the sheets
Try to turn pain into peace
But you fell into pieces
But at least you can say you used to be in

[Chorus]
Trap houses, bandos with the lean cars
Now you in a mansion doing coke off a key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, before you get impatient
Trap house and the bandos, you was using the lean cars
Now you got a mansion, doing coke off yo’ key card
Bitches be like “You hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Better stick to they day job, you gon’ get impatient
Just watch

Soulchef – The Rest Of My Life Lyrics

Intro: Awon
Yeah, it’s Awon, Tiff The Gift, SoulChef, Goon Trax what up

Verse 1: Awon
Innovative illustrating the method
On how to use words like weapons and SoulCheffin
Heating up a cold session with old lessons
Or how to dominate any candidate you nominate
Sophisticated like pomegranate and vodka
The Nike S B rocka, the hip a hip hoppa
Sometimes I spend reminiscing of Big Poppa
And my intricacies if you listen I get proper
My whole style is super future satortorilis
Explore the world through the common wealth I’m on the globe with this
The love I get is glorious, I’m victorious
For setting trends victorious, the people need a warrior
I’m at the higher Regency of the Astoria
Giving you more of the realness in the categoria
Hip hop genre I’m Obama
Awon, Tiff The Gift flipping scripts from the rest of this it’s

Verse 2: Tiff The Gift
Yeah, lemme tell me story, alright
I’ll die making music just to tell my story
I cater to my followers, pay homage to those before me
I’ll bow to predecessors cuz I know where I come from
I’m humble but I’ll eat a nigga whole if he wants some
I’ll never fall a victim to fads and trendy ways
Ever since I was a youth I was hungry, I had that glaze
I step on stage, the smoke gets thicker
I feel it in my soul, I got that magic and you figure
I’m far from my prime and I have yet to make my debut
When I do these niggas better wear they safe suits
Cuz touch that mic, no remorse and I will rape you
Be cool I’ll take you under my wing, just for the spring
Cuz most only last for a season
Pretty smile but when I kick it, you would swear I was a heathen
I got that fever, until I’m face up in that casket
I’ll never lose and several dudes bear witness to the madness, you faggots

Verse 3: Awon
For the rest of my life, I promise to spit savage
Way above average, the microphone is my second marriage
From the East coast out to Paris, Japan and New Zealand
Giving hip hop a new feeling
With vintage quality, so appealing
The Marvin Gaye of rap, what I’m giving you is lyrical healing
My boxcutter make you look like relatives ceiling
If you try to step to me, a floor is what you stealing
Stiff arming cats in my lane like I’m Peterson
Brett Farve with lyrical game cuz I need to win
Vegetarian, with an appetite for blood
Call me Edward Kyle cuz I’m the thug ladies love
Vampire set it on fire, burn a bitch down
Take a king’s crown, decapitate the weak live now
This is first down and goal, control on the road
See the lane fold as the Grim Reaper takes souls

Russ & Bia – Best On Earth Lyrics

[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on Earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me
I’m not fillin’ up, baby, I let him gas me

[Verse 1: Russ]
Yeah
Her ass fatter than fat and she got good throat
Sit that cat on my lap, I give it good strokes
I might have to fly her out to Mykonos
Or maybe to Japan so I can hit her like I’m Ichiro
She knows what the f**k is up, I don’t gotta dumb it down
Tatted like Rihanna, pussy singing like it’s Run The Town
I love her, she’s a freak
I promise if I could, I’d f**k her seven days a week
Face from the Middle East, ass from the West Indies
Suckin’ the soul up out of my body, rest in peace
Head got me wobblin’
She know I got cameras, she say, “We should vlog it”
I know she got stamina, she said, “Start joggin’,” yeah

[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on Earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me (Uh)
I’m not fillin’ up, baby, I let him gas me (Uh)

[Verse 2: BIA]
Light me up (Light me up), light me up
I done seen the whole world and ain’t no one as hot as us
Bankrolls, dank rolled, they ain’t really as loud as us
I be hopin’ that it’s love but it really just be the lust
Anything for a rush now, it’s Van Nuys on the touchdown
It’s a cold world, get a bust down
How you get my mind before my body and my trust now?
He say life is too short and he think that we should f**k now
I think I’m finna break him, it’s gon’ be quick
He know I ride that dick ’til I get seasick
Wavy lil’ bitch to talk that East shit
Nasty but don’t put nothin’ past me
Now I got the pussy and the power if you ask me

[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on Earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me
I’m not fillin’ up, baby, I let him gas me

Coely – On My Own Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m ready for the time of my life
Feel fine, oh I

[Verse 1]
That’s right I’m happy as hell, happy
If you see where I’ve been already
What’s the point of it all when your mom’s still alone
And your brother can’t pay for his own damn clothes
(Damn right) Your vision blurry
But it’s feeding drive, feeding my vibe
All of my lines are a part of my our life
So we still on the grind for certain
A little bit of dirt won’t hurt ya
On the way to the promised land
Back-pack strapped to my back
Just like my mom when she came from the motherland
Big dreams and a ton of plans
Can’t see you can’t understand
And it might be odd, cause I changed the odds
But I’m still wondering (Guess I)

[Chorus]
I don’t know, I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong

[Verse 2]
And I know I gotta be grateful, cause right now it is kind of amazing
I got songs featured in playlists, still underrated
But now we got food on the table
It wasn’t always like that
Determent to fight back
You were sixteen with nothing to do
I was working my ass off, cleaning at school
(And I know)
It didn’t make my momma proud
I was helping my momma out
Little girl no, the man of the house
Gotta be strong cause my dad ain’t ‘round
From homebound, to mobile
To being on the road the whole time
France for the night, Japan for a week
But I don’t know where to go now
I’m coming home
Tell my mom I’m coming home

[Chorus]
I don’t know I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong
I don’t know I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong
Yeah-eah-ah
I’m ready for the time of my life
Yeah-eah-ah
Still fine, alright

[Verse 3]
I went from sharing a room to a room with a view and my own bed
Not home but a hotel
Oh well
I might as well kick off my shoes and I’m all set
Or I’m on set, a stage called home
Queen on her throne, deep in my zone
Thousands of people screaming my name, so i give it my all
But still I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong
Where the f**k I belong
I try to hide, avert my eyes
I’m traveling time on my own
But still I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong
So I try to hide, avert my eyes
I’m traveling time on my own

[Chorus]
I don’t know I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong

Mir Fontane – Still In The Hood Lyrics

Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Aye, Aye, Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Aye, Aye

[Chorus]
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex, I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool I’m cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan, (aye aye aye ooh)
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex, I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool im cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan (aye aye aye)

[Verse 1]
I got hoes, you see them all at my shows, thats ya girl in the front row
But oh no, she want a ring like Malone, so i just pass her to my bros
Don’t rock mikes, my new lil bitch take the pipe, she got that thing i like
Vodka on ice, (ooh ooh) might keep it light tonight, hen’ny make me wanna fight
Aye heard your new shit is trash as f**k
Like you should just pack it up, like thats enough
Niggas talk shit on the internet then they wanna dab me up, like back it up
Might buy my momma a crib, (aye)
Might put some ice on my bros (aye, aye)
Might throw some gold on my teeth (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Aye watch it glisten like General Tso’s

[Chorus]
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex (yea), I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool im cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex, I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool im cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan, aye

Russ – BEST ON EARTH Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me
I’m not feelin’ up, baby, I let him gas me

[Verse 1: Russ]
Yeah
Her ass fatter than fat and she got good throat
Sit that cad on my lap, I give it good strokes
I might have to fly her out to Mikanos
Or maybe to Japan so I can hit her like I’m Ichiro
She knows what the fuck is up, I ain’t gotta dumb it down
Tatted like Rihanna, pussy singing like it’s run-of-town
I love it, she’s a freak
I promise if I could, I’d fuck her seven days a week
Face from the middle east, ass from the west indies
Suckin’ the soul up out of my body, rest in peace
Head got me wobblin’
She know I got cameras, she say we should vlog it
I know she got stamina, she say start joggin’, yeah

[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me (Uh)
I’m not feelin’ up, baby, I let him gas me (Uh)

[Verse 2: BIA]
Light me up, light me up
I done seen the whole world and they knowin’ ain’t hot as us
Bankrolls, dank roll, they ain’t really as loud as us
I be hopin’ that it’s love but it really just be the lust
Anything Fort Rush now, it’s [?] on the touchdown
It’s a cold world, get a bust down
How you get my mind before my body and my trust now?
He say life is too short and we should fuck now
I think I’m finna break him, it’s gon’ be quick
He know I ride that dick ’til I get seasick
Wavy lil’ bitch to talk that east shit
Nasty but don’t put nothin’ past me
Now I got the pussy and the power if you ask me

[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me
I’m not feelin’ up, baby, I let him gas me

NAV – Price On My Head Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Yeah, I pull up to my town with a price on my head
I pull up to my town, I’m outside
They wanna see me drown, it’s on sight’s what they said
I heard these niggas want to take my life
I don’t apologize, I would die for this shit
I don’t apologize, I don’t hide
I’m Kubrick with the shine, got the ice on my neck
They wanna throw a bag on him

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Price on my head, got a price on my head
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead
Price on my head, got a price on my head (Price on my head)
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed (Knife by my bed)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead (When I’m dead)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
I cut off all my side hoes, in du Cap with a dime though
All these girls been ran through, on the low real snipe mode
I can’t sleep, that’s insomnia, so much ice like I’m Tonya
All my boys livin’ debt free, your squad like Wesley
I want head on a jet ski, she gave me head for a Fendi
For a Prada, she got sexy, for a Lambo or a Bentley
My mansion is no joke, house party like 1 OAK
Weed louder than gun smoke, get high off one toke
You beefin’ with yourself, tell the truth
Niggas on your side, they would ride for me too
Still wasting they time, tryna come for me too
I’m too busy, faded in Japan with the crew
With the crew, with the crew, with the crew
Shout out all the girls who’ve been riding for me too
Niggas want me dead, I’ve been dead, nothing new
Niggas want me dead, for a bag and a

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Price on my head, got a price on my head (Price on my head)
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed (Knife by my bed)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead

[Verse 3: NAV]
They tried to get me and they missed, if we send shots then they gon’ hit
I could get your top taken off for less than a quarter brick (Yeah)
One of my rings could get him off, we’ll check him off the list
My shooter a codeine addict, he’ll do it for a pint of Actavis
Since I met Cash, got a lot of racks, I still want more (Racks)
I can tell by the way you carry yourself, you never sold no dope (Dope)
Growin’ up, my mama beat my ass, then cleaned my mouth with soap (Soap)
Now she showin’ up to work in a Balenciaga coat
Price on my head, got your life ’round my neck
Put a brown kid in the Southside, racks and me is what you’ll get
My block was like the car wash, you drive in, you gon’ get wet
Had take a lot of losses, made me comfortable with death (Death)
Took too much Act’, had to pop a Xan to reset
His bitch gave me some top, and now he wanna send me threats
Live my best life, I know my opps just wanna see me dead
Took his life, I paid him double what they put on my head

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Price on my head, got a price on my head (Price on my head)
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed (Knife by my bed)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead (When I’m dead)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead
Price on my head, got a price on my head (Price on my head)
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed (Knife by my bed)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead

Poppy – Fashion After All Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m working every angle
My lipstick is a staple
My hair and makeup makes you envious and want to die
I’m worthy to some money
I’m saving every penny
I’m in Japan and Africa and I don’t need a guy
My wrists are terrorists
My lips gave you a kiss
My consciousness thinks this is making me feel fabulous

[Pre-Chorus]
Do what I want
Say what I want
Wear what I want
Talk how I want
Walk how I want
Do what I want
Wear what I want

[Chorus]
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
Fashion after all

[Verse 2]
Give me a second to think
Give me something cold to drink
Give me a reason I should listen to another word
I’m revolutionary
A little bold and scary
I’m making plans to save the world and I don’t need your help
I’m on another level
There’s nothing I can’t handle
I’m watching you watch me the way the devil watches angels

[Pre-Chorus]
Do what I want
Say what I want
Wear what I want
Talk how I want
Walk how I want
Do what I want
Wear what I want

[Chorus]
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
Fashion after all
(It’s fashion after all
Fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all)

88rising – JAPAN 88 Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
You know what I’m sayin’
I just- that’s just how I like to do it, know what I’m sayin’ (Dexter)
My real name is Dexter, haha
I got a lot of more diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
You know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, baby you dig (Dexter)
Dexter (Dexter)
Ooh, huh, wait, what
Uh, yeah, what

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 1: Verbal]
Tokyo that’s my town, listen now
What you doing, where’s ya man’s
See my gold, meet my people, see my phone
Got a line, from a girl, and it’s flavour
Where we going, Yakatory [?]
Lemon sour we devour, got my diamonds, got my furs
Gahman says, “let’s get lit, super lit, very, very lit”
Red red alert, paparazzi many trolls, following the way we roll
See my chain chain, it’s been cold
See my gang gang, see how deep we roll
Karaoke sang sang, till the early morn’
Don’t worry how I became a [?] chati
Now we talk about Ferraris (vroom)
And we make it look easy
P.K.C on his boys I know you see me, yah (see me)
And we me it look easy
Famous Dex, Keith Ape I know you see me

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man?)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 2: Keith Ape]
In Japan, poppin’ xans, drink some [?]
Kill the shows and the cone and the grams
Baby girl, give me brain, heal my pain
I need dope, I need grams, I need M’s
I need more, I need grams, I need M’s
[Korean]
? in Jakarta
Louis Vuitton, duffle bag
’03 Nigo on my wrist
’03 Nigo on my fist
Bape stars on my fist
Spent a ticket on my feet

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

MadeinTYO – Funeral Lyrics

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
Actually you was cool, for a minute
I thought that we was cool for a minute, we went to school for a minute
Yeah she [?] when I hit it, I admit it
I’m that good feeling, when yo head up in the ceiling
Rub yo shit when I hit it
Ye these bars ‘ould make you lift up
I’m in your stomach like a sit-up
Ice cream diamonds yeah, it just got my wrist up
5k Raf on your pants, with yo big butt

[Verse 2: MyNamePhin]
I had a [?] she tryna eat me like some feast
Wanna split me like a swisher but we only smoking backwoods I’m
Balling like [?], coloured hair ‘cos a leader she
Mad ‘cos I ain’t wanna kiss her now, she pop a xan and act but she listen
This money first you, trippin’ it so different on Twitter pitching the verse if you
Got a bag then come get it just thanks for nothing you suck ‘cos you
Swallowed and should of spit it and [?] chrome kitted my
Momma said go and get it ‘cos niggas be all frilly like really like
I don’t get it, how come these niggas be bluffing your
Bitch a [?]

[Verse 3: MadeinTYO]
TPC shit
I love the private club
If I let you borrow the flow you gotta bring it back though
I’m tryna ball like Kobe, yeah with the afro
I get that chicken then jog, run through the back though
Japan smoking eight, yeah uh purple grapes
I know you lost this side, she tryna troll the high
Posting weak shit, flexing, but she just need a ride
And we just hit, Neiman Marcus I just got the slides
Margiela ribs, yeah you busting out your thighs
Flat screen, yeah I need that shit real wide
Next house, I need the pool with the fucking slide
And I ain’t letting shit slide
TPC 2018

[Verse 4: MyNamePhin]
I got a cougar with a Ruger, she don’t even listen to my music
But it’s some’ about that ratchet, take her in the Gucci snatch it
Her eyes bigger than her closet and, my pride bigger than that I’m sorry ‘cos
Niggas be coppin’ gucci, and you thinking I’m next to do it
Girl you foolish what you talking, I got it [?]
You catch it like Randy Moss while I’m shroomy tripping get losty huh

Mabel Greer’s Toyshop – More And More lyrics

Well I’ve been all around Chicago
And I’ve been all around New York
Haven’t found a bit yet that feels like home
Better keep on searching and just go it alone

I travelled east, I travelled west, is it fun or just a test?
Can you always see something new?
Or are you just running from the truth?

City life, of fun and spice, urban scene, adman’s dream
Play the game to get more and more
You’ll find it here you’ll find it in our store

I bought my soul from a Macy’s counter
Red white and blue in a cotton binder
When I crossed the street to Saks
Changed my mind and gave it all back

Well the girl put out to me, thought I might buy her wares
It was only a glass bottle with an ounce of coloured smells
She tried so hard to catch my eye
I was good at being vague with a staring to the sky

Staring at my pocket she just saw another sales docket
One more shot at the guy with a lot
How could she know I’d given away all I got

I woke up in Japan was it just another plan
A diversion from aversion or was it always a scam

No just an escape from a game that’s become very tame
It’s just a flight out in the night in my minds aeroplane

Do you like this town I said with a frown
Can I cheer you up she said like a clown
Just a spray, no need to pay
But see how you feel, you see if it’s real

I offered my hand but she just tipped it
I ran fingers across her lipstick
A word in your ear my beautiful seller
Step down just a moment from being a go-getter

Close your eyes to this town, drift far away
To a place without gadgets, without perfumes and fabrics

No, just escape from a game that’s become very tame
Just a flight out in the night in my minds aeroplane

Come through the gates, don’t be late
We need to sell you more and more and more and more…

Menssiah – B&M lyrics

I jus want bitches and money
I jus want rarris and honies
I jus want diamonds all on me
Bitch give me brain that make me go dummy
I just want bitches and money
Don’t care if your native or foreign
Just don’t be boring
Girl that Body I’ll explore it
Give head in the car then I’ll flore it

Fools good never gonna get you no wherever
But when you got the money then they start to stare
Girls never wanna talk to me or walk wit me until she started seeing sauce dripping off of me
To me I only see her as a decoy
To her she say I’m more or less a boy toy
Don’t need no relationship bitch you ain’t celebac all of my friends is dead presidents
Only bad bitches take precedence, I want that 4 story residence, pool in the back with the elegance, bitches on me nigga no longer celebac, I jus want money mountains no more testing it, no more student loans and please no mo stressing it, I jus want turn up and no more depressing shit, only real niggas be blasting this

The way she threw it ima have to do a rewind
Type of shit that make a nigga wanna make a b line
That ass go up and then it hit a quick decline
She said she thirsty and she want some me time
Ain’t from Japan but she calling me senpai
Dicking her down nigga thought it was hentai
Won’t cope no bitch cuz she only want guala
Wifing you up that’s a nada
I heard the devil wear prada
But this bitch got dolce gabbana
Plus she got pussy that’s fiya
Said she ain’t bad you a liar (skrt skrt)
Uk Pirelli the tire
Every nigga can’t deny it
B& M is what he striving
Gold in my teeth man I’m smiling

I jus want bitches and money
I jus want rarris and honies
I jus want diamonds all on me
Bad bitch give me brain that make me go dummy
I just want bitches and money
Don’t care if your native or foreign
Just don’t be boring
Girl that Body I’ll explore it
Give head in the car then I’ll flore it

G-Eazy – The Plan lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I do this shit ’cause I-
Turn, turn it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta blap
Yo, yo, ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu, get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Growed up, now I am the man (yeah)
It’s shit you don’t understand (ayy)
Popeye just opened the can
I don’t fuck with no fufu that’s not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the Bay, I’m Superman (ayy)
YSL on me, God damn
Tell me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized
Bags are super sized
Why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us with a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies
I mean business, but I’m not in suit and ties
Just been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This shit fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my pace (ayy)
Drinking it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don’t chase (uh)
Don’t got a minute to waste (yeah)
Mask off, I’m showing my face (yeah)
Shout-out Dakari, my ace (uh)
They hate so much, it’s a disgrace (uh)
I put ’em back into place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a Wraith
I just snatch her, she’s vanishing without a trace (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu, get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Chorus]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it, I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ten years, this shit has been brewing (ayy)
I’m like “The fuck you been doing?” (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald’s a shoe in
You’ll never be Jordan, you’re more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I’m pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive like “Who done let you in?”
Money talks, I speak it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish that
This bitch whack
Pack, flip that
Making quick stacks
This shit blap
G did that (uh)
Taking a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and shit
Ain’t gotta hide this shit
This shit’s a freestyle, I ain’t even write this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this shit (ayy, yeah)
They finna bite this shit, ayy (yeah)
Like jaws swimming on South Beach
This is shit that they don’t teach
Don’t go too far, don’t try too hard, bitch, don’t reach like (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, I got slow speech
I’m courtside, I got floor seats
Next to Rihanna like “Oh sheesh!”

[Pre-Chorus]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu, get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Chorus]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it, I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Outro]
I thought this was always the plan
What were you doing?
What do you mean?
There’s only one way
There’s only one option
There’s only one route to get there, you know?
It’s not going to make itself
When you wake up and check the Chase App
And this shit got more and more digits than a license plate
Them seven-eight figures don’t make themselves, yadadamean?
You gotta get it!
This was always the plan

Migos – CC lyrics

(feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Huh?
Huncho, Gato

[Chorus: Quavo]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
She see blue faces, it’s no explanation (no, no)
Can you make this paper all across the nation? (Woah, yeah)
Told her just be patient, I’ma make you famous (yeah)
If yo’ nigga want beef, treat it like it’s Angus (bow, eat it up)
Little bit of dick, get nasty (bleugh) I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty girl, low-key classy (woo) I gotta flip her (flip her)
I ain’t here for no pictures (nah) put Huncho in the middle (Huncho!)
Young nigga poppin’ them bands (woo) like Marshawn poppin’ them Skittles (hey)
Young nigga got a big green truck, lookin’ like Riddler, Riddler (uh)
What bitch name with the mean suck? Damn, I can’t even remember (damn)
Money fall, yell, timber (timber) ice on in the winter (ice)
Put the plug in the blender (brrr) then he showed up for dinner (that’s cold)

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it) (go)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr) (agh)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo) (wow)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh) (Wop)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Quavo]
I suppose, propose, to show off my Rollie in Rolls (in Rolls)
This goes, them hoes, we OC, outta control
Fuck the folks and the border patrol
Coast guard, free all of the bros (free the bros)
We the goats, who want some smoke
Cause we set all of the smokes
We got lows, my 66′ spokes
They look like dinner rolls (dinner rolls)
I hit my coupe, now it’s a centerfold (centerfold)
Multi-million, but I jiggalo (jiggalo)
My portfolio say I sold plenty coke
Wop!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset, hey)
Applyin’ the pressure for mo’ millions (pressure)
The bricks come from Japan and Korea (Korea)
I done made 2.5 on my Nokia (brrr)
He got kidnapped after that shit too real
Bad bitch, she walkin’ with Chanel on her feet (Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, Chanel)
Litty got her titties done, now she on fleek
Plain Jane rollin’ with the bust AP (plain, plain, plain, plain)
I make the thottie meet me at the Grand Marquis (thottie)
Playin’ for keeps, gotta move it low-key (playin’ for keeps)
She tryna fuck, she in heat (hey)
Yeah, she gotta fuck by the three (smashed)
Tip toein’ back door and creep (back door)
I don’t know no tricks, but I treat (no tricks)
I told her to suck with a beat
Put Emerald sets in my links (emerald)
24-karat my sink

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
17-5 for the mink (white)
Turn the housewife to a freak (freak)
And I got the ice on fleek (fleek)
Chanel, double down, CC (Chanel)
He’ll tell you, it’s a price on me (he’ll tell you)
Ran off, made your life on me (ran off)
No gun, pull a knife on me (knife)
Back back, get your wife off me (back back)
On sight with me (on sight) my diamonds fight with me (my diamonds fight)
Can’t clone, we on, fly like drones, they bitin’ me (argh)
A sight to see (sight) this gas tank on E (E)
North Pole, wrist on freeze (ice), wait ’til my dawg get free (free)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

DJ Mustard – Face Down (feat. Lil Wayne, Big Sean, YG & Lil Boosie) lyrics

[Intro: yg]
Now you know who I am right?
Mustard on the beat ho

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
I got a fire red bone who go all night long, Boos
She like her *ss tooted up and her face down
She like her *ss tooted up and her face down
She like her *ss tooted up and her face down
Face down, face down
She like her ass tooted up and her face down
Face down, face down
She like her ass tooted up and her face down

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She got a diamond in her pearl tongue
It shine everytime she cums
Bling, bling, up in this motherfucker
Make up on my sheets and on my shirt
And on my briefs, she get on my nerves
But I don’t say shit cause she too sweet
She ride this **** up and down the street
She like when it hurt, I like when it’s free
It must be the bird, it must be the bees
I think I said I love her, I was half asleep
I was caught in the moment
Yea, then I was gone in the mornin’
She called my phone in the mornin’ and started moanin’ and groanin’
While I be home in a moment
She say she work tonight, you better work tonight
And leave out that motherfucker with some merchandise
I ain’t playin’ with ya, you got some shit with ya
I’m a lil ****a, but I’m a big tipper
Cause it ain’t nothin’ to me, but you gotta work for it
Grind, grindin’ on that wood, you got a surfboard

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Now I’m the boy she wanna ride with
She gone lie for me, kill for me, even shoplift
First class ticket, seat 1A
If I put her any closer she’ll be riding in the cockpit
Took her to Benihanas, she can’t even hold the chopsticks
She put her face down and hold her ass up like a hostage
Oh my God, I’m in love with a porn star
I’m in love with a foreign car, they both topless
I done tricked off a gold Rollie wrist watch
Man, I’m tired of dealing with these hoes but my **** not
So, I’mma make me that 7-11 pitstop
She leaned over like I love you, I’m just like **** stop
You done ****ed about have a [?]
If I wife you they gone talk about me like I’m Chris Bosh
Now I done got the honey moon suite for common courtesy
The honey moon suite? Hell yeah it’s our one night anniversary ****

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: yg]
Yea, I’mma start off in la
I got a **** named Shawntae
I let her ride my **** and ever since then
She been worshipin’ Christmas break
She like ****in’ in the back seat
I know your ho like ****in’ in a taxi
Always hanging with them athletes
I ain’t trippin’, she like tricks, so I lead her to the athletes
Might fly to Atlanta and take a trip
It’s ho Heaven, all the bad ****es strip
Hold up, I got a **** that work at Onyx
I got her hooked on a **** like it’s phonics
I got a Philly **** always playing Meek shit
My ex says I’m a dog, don’t put me on a **** then
I’m finna fly to Japan in a couple weeks
That means I’m finna have some foreign linen in my sheets

[Hook:]

[Verse 4: Lil Boosie]
I gotta chick out Mississippi, she gold too
Thick thighs, nice legs, soul food
My decent chick had [?]
Yippee-yi-yo, ride that thing like that
My Oakland girl called up my smokin’ girl
She like to smoke a couple blunts fore we show the world
Got a chick out Tallahassee, she a cougar
She call me [?], I gave her, her groove back, she groovy
My Harlem chick, all we do is make movies
She like to see another bad chick eat Boosie
My Chitown chick, we have a gangster time
She from the West side, [?] s** life
Can’t forget about H-Town
She like her ass tooted up and her face down
I want her right now
Gotta have something close to home
I got a fire red bone that go all night long, Boos

[Hook:]

Famous Dex – JAPAN lyrics

[Intro]
You know what I’m sayin’
I just- that’s just how I like to do it, know what I’m sayin’ (Dexter)
My real name is Dexter, haha
I got a lot of more diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your man)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
You know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, you dig (Dexter)
Dexter (Dexter)
Ooh, huh, wait, what
Uh, yeah, what

[Chorus]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your mans, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, what you doing, what’s your name? (baby girl, what)
I ain’t playin’ no games, see these diamonds in my chain? (see these diamonds in my chain)
Smokin’ Mary Jane, yeah, I took it to the brain
And she fuckin’ for the fame, so I fuck her in my Range, ooh (skr, skr)
Get that money to the top, never stop, ooh (Dexter)
Mixin’ red with Wock, used to sell that boy rerock, ooh (yeah, Dexter)
But I’m the man, Cuban diamonds dance
Had to fuck her friend, I might put it on the Gram

[Chorus]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your mans, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter, yeah what)

[Verse 2]
Baby, wait (huh), hop up in this Wraith (skr)
No this not a date, this a cruise, but don’t debate, wait (baby)
It’s gettin’ late (huh), think it’s past eight (what)
Took her to my place, baby ate me like some cake, wait (huh)
Call Jake (Jake), think I need an eighth (I think I need a eighth)
Dopey to the face, fuck, I need to take a break, wait (what)
Don’t be cool, money stupid blue (what)
Your boyfriend is a fool, I’m tryna make you comfortable

[Chorus]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your mans, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

Famous Dex – Japan

[Intro]
You know what I’m sayin’
I just- that’s just how I like to do it, know what I’m sayin’ (Dexter)
My real name is Dexter, haha
I got a lot of more diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your man)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
You know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, you dig (Dexter)
Dexter (Dexter)
Ooh, huh, wait, what
Uh, yeah, what

[Chorus]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your mans, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, what you doing, what’s your name? (baby girl, what)
I ain’t playin’ no games, see these diamonds in my chain (see these diamonds in my chain)
Smokin’ Mary Jane, yeah, I took it to the brain
And she fuckin’ for the fame, so I fuck her in my Range, ooh (skr, skr)
Get that money to the top, never stop, ooh (Dexter)
Mixin’ red with Wock, used to sell that boy rerock, ooh (yeah, Dexter)
But I’m the man, Cuban diamonds dance
Had to fuck her friend, I might put it on the Gram

[Chorus]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your mans, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter, yeah what)

[Verse 2]
Baby, wait (huh), hop up in this race (skr)
No this not a date, this a cruise, but don’t debate, wait (baby)
It’s gettin’ late (huh), think it’s past 8 (what)
Took her to my place, baby ate me like some cake, wait (huh)
Call Jay (Jay), think I need an eight (I think I need a eight)
Dopey to the face, fuck, I need to take a break, wait (what)
Don’t be cool, money stupid blue (what)
Your boyfriend is a fool, I’m tryna make you comfortable

[Chorus]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your mans, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

Logic – Wassup Lyrics

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Bitch I’m the one I consistently prove
I stuck to the code like a finishing move
I hit a groove, that they can’t undo
And over the years all I did was improve (All I did)
Don Life, toss dice
On on my off night, I left the doubts and now I’m alright
I’m a new me, they haven’t seen this shit
Like Vader wearing all white
Like I detonate
You hold it down, I levitate
I like a woman that’s all-natural
I give her good energy and let it reciprocate
A young nigga that’s tryna innovate
As many ways as Em and Jay did Renegade
You niggas hold up, don’t get no closer
I try and told ya’ bitch, we the closest
High powers chose us, we never froze up
You lucky if you get to see us close up (Straight)
‘Cause people depending on me like (Ugh)
Tryna put a hit out on me, nah (Ugh)
How many times that shit went? None!
So blessed I might just make a whole gospel album
Perform at Sun Daze, till it’s time to rapture
Sean Don and Logic, instant classic

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

[Verse 2: Logic]
I’m finna tell it like it is
Game in a headlock like Stizz
Everybody know the deal
Yeah that boy, he keep it real
Higher than ever with no pill
I just updated my old deal
Told Def Jam no less than 20 mil’ And they cut that shit
Yeah, I been at it like “Wassup, bitch”
Put ya’ favorite rapper deep in a ditch
Ya’ favorite producer get murdered by 6ix
We touring the world from Japan to the six
Tryna get paid in full
Call me Syre, like Jaden, fool
Yeah, that’s the power of will (Woo!)
Yeah, that’s the power I feel!
I got so much in the bank
That I just called my lawyer to work on my will
Hold up, wait a second, chill
Hold up, wait a second, chill
Ugh, I’m into Maryland, DC, Virginia
Where J. Cole he needed a ‘Ville
Don’t do this shit for the thrill
Ugh, I am coming for the kill
Tell me how you want it
Got the pedal to the metal
I’m a gunner like a semi-automatic
I’m bringin’ the static
I had it, I had to get a unhooked like an addict
And yeah, I’m glad that it went through the way it did
Never thought the radio would play the kid
They never care, till you make it big
Now they say triple platinum
Finger fuck the people said that never would happen
Came a long way from the trap
Where they was cookin’ up crack
I’m still here Rattpack, keep it real here
Big boy money, Uncle Phil here
Only “Fresh Prints” in my pocket
I came from nothin’ no hater can stop it
Only the illest
You know that I got it
Sound of the Logic

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

Willie The Kid & V Don – Blue Notes

[Intro:]
You wanna know what was happening
While you were living it up in Mali or Cali or Yahweh whatever it is
There was 15 murders the first week and 21 last week in this Goddamn city
You know decent people are gonna have to work here and live somewhere else
[By decent people you mean people who can afford to live somewhere else]
For Christ you are such a bleeding heart Liberal
[My heart bleeds a little for the underprivileged, yeah]
If I was at the field they’d be back in the war zone
[?] Hawaii
[Seemed pretty good until they ran in the sand and used to live with the crime rate statistics]
No what this city needs is more police than people

[Verse 1:]
Yeah! Yo yeah
Witness me making eclipse
Bake pies at red night escaping ma myth
Swore 4 plus 5 oracle bore gift
Plus explore your life show you how the lords spit
Since 79 held the spine order more clips
Worked with los Orvich try to build him a bridge
That shit collapsed with ma back fucking the ribs
Get blasted for looking all grand in front of ma crib
Sit back close your legs drown in the box
Pound up with 2 Glocks, dumb out with the Ox
The fluids out shoot it out till sundown with the cops
No running we [?] the world is mine on a yacht
Soon they probly find me like a body in a lot with blue suites behind me
With the shotty pulled cop
New suites in lobby and we value all flocks
Never recent quotes preaching for that Jack Iglesias
Told Torres like Papi Mase and catching cases but they cold
Employees know the faces who to stretch and who to fold
Get old eat off rap manifest all gold
Plots for more gold and Grey robbers playing dominoes
Got Raul put you in piece caplo waiting at ma home
So sick no pharmacist would enter the room
New York trip PA flab foot [?]
I’m off it playing in salon resting ma wound
Ma talk spit body outlined floating in June

[Chorus:]
Where am coming from [Yeah! bronze man]
I don’t really mean you no wrong [it’s Willie The Kid]
[Gun wu] I gotta keep moving on [Pull up a chair we here nigga]
I gotta Let you know where I’m coming from [TCP nigga, Ayo]
I don’t really mean you no wrong [we do it like this nigga]

[Verse 2:]
I said Um!
I said lagavulin nigga who you fooling
I’m never Jet lagged these dudes is Lorna Doones
The fly i’m in Dubai hitting sand dunes
Or in Japan on the bullet train Cancun
We used to use Cancun to balance off the sofa
Now we don’t touch the steering wheel Rover with the chauffeur
I’m in Muskegon Jet-skiing for the weekend
On the lake shore, told ma niggas make sure this time everything remain genuine
See ma end your windows continuing
Move like a bed wind
Breakfast in bed pop Spades no bentwisch a bad bitch wiska bisque
Yeah! Despite the madness i’m perfectly insane. Psycho-telepathic
Telepathy, rooms full of sneakers closets full of Jings
Bring Jackets on the bed fuck it I ain’t sleeping anyway
Jewels by the penny way I’m more than ready

[Chorus:]
Where am coming from [Yeah!]
I don’t really mean you no wrong
I gotta keep moving on [Pull some next shit]
I thought I had to know, where am coming from
I don’t really mean you no wrong
I gotta keep moving on

[Outro:]
Coming [x6]
[?]
Hey please excuse our little brother
Please forgive him
[Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, it’s alright his tan boxing is not bad he nearly beat me]

G-Eazy – The Plan

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I do this shit cause I-
Turn, turn it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta blap
Yo, yo, ayy

[Pre-Hook]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Growed up, now I am the man (yeah)
It’s shit you don’t understand (ayy)
Popeye just opened the can
I don’t fuck with no fufu that’s not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the bay I’m superman (ayy)
YSL on me, god damn
Tell me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us with a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies, I mean business
But I’m not in suit and ties
Just been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This shit fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my pace (ayy)
Drinking it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don’t chase (uh)
Don’t got a minute to waste (yeah)
Mask off I’m showing my face (yeah)
Shoutout Dakari my ace (uh)
They hate so much it’s a disgrace (uh)
I put ’em back into place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a wraith
I just snatch her, she’s vanishing without a trace (yeah)

[Pre-Hook]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ten years this shit has been brewing (ayy)
I’m like "The fuck you been doing?" (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald’s a shoe in
You’ll never be Jordan, you’re more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I’m pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive like "who let you in?"
Money talks, I speak it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish that
This bitch whack
Pack, flip that
Making quick stacks
This shit blap
She did that (uh)
Taking a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and shit
Ain’t gotta hide this shit
This shit’s a freestyle, I ain’t even write this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this shit (ayy, yeah)
My jaw swimming on South Beach
This is shit that they don’t teach
Don’t go too far
Don’t trap too hard
Bitch, don’t reach like (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow speech
I’m courtside, I got floor seats
Next to Rihanna like "Oh Sheesh!"

[Pre-Hook]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (you know?)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Outro]
I thought this was always the plan
What were you doing?
What do you mean?
There’s only one way
There’s only one option
There’s only one route to get there, you know?
It’s not going to make itself
When you wake up and check the Chase App
And this shit got more and more digits than a license plate
Them seven-eight figures don’t make themselves, yadadamean?
You gotta get it!
This was always the plan

Yo Gotti – Around the World Lyrics

[Intro: Children Singing]
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la

[Chorus: Children & Yo Gotti]
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my, where I’m from
Right back to the Crest
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my trap
Right back to my slums

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I just left Dubai
I just left Hawai’i
I just left, I just left NY
Headed to M-I-A, hey
I just left the bank
Headed to LA
I just left all my dogs a plate
Put ’em on a plane
Passport, I just left UK
Hustlin’ out the States
I got weight
Yah they call it freight
Hood call it yay, yay
I can prolly say that I ain’t never took the stand
My lil, Asian bitch she do my feet she from Japan (ayy)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Children]
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my gun
Right back to the Crest
Right back to my bunk

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Where you from Gotti (Gotti)
Why your hoes exotic (why)
Why your car foreign (skrt skrt)
What your jewelry doin’ [?]
What your fashion be
Bitch why you askin’ me (huh)
‘Cause you a drug dealer
Why you look like fashion week
This outfit a half a brick and they come from Milan
I can’t rock no skinnies, it won’t hold my gun
I got a Chinese bitch a Chinese Uzi
Say her favorite rapper Lil Uzi
Told her I’ma put her on to Lil Boosie
Introduce her to the gangsta music

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I been ’round the world
Rappers and their drug life
2Pac, Outlawz, yah this Thug Life

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Children]
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my gun
Right back to the Crest
Right back to my bunk

[Outro: Yo Gotti & Children]
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my gun
Right back to the Crest
Right back to my bunk

Lil Wayne – Mula Gang (feat. Jay Jones Hoodybaby Euro) (In Tune We Trust Album)

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Man, starting five when it’s game time
Talking drugs on my main line
That’s a strange sign, I can’t really trust you
Ain’t have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I’m at
I can vision this shit, had a dream
Call me Jay Luther King
Now I woke up and I’m living this shit
Time change, people change too
Never let the people change you
Pack made it safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Got two snow bunnies with me
One Becky one named Sue
Sue don’t really do what Becky do
Becky sexual with the crew (gang)
2000 at HollyGrove
This the year of the Mula
I put that on Mula
Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe
I need a bitch from Aruba
She say my dick like a ruler
She lemme fuck her medula
Then I pass that hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I’m gone

[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Wait, I think I’m made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[Verse 2: Euro]
Check
I’ma do ’em like Big Meech
This strip club’s in ’03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low fade
Fiends still in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd strapped ho
They don’t clap while I’m on stage!
Side talk, I’m immune to
Been the new kid in the new school
I ain’t too fond of the new school
I’m an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still a hot boy
But I’m too cool, I’ll hold a grudge ’till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin’ up lines
I’m the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs
Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up
I think I’m made for this shit

[Hook: Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I’m made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[Verse 3: HoodyBaby]
I’m Steph Curry I’m Wardell
I’m all hell, when the Warriors come out to play yall all fail
I got fish scale, I got four scales
I’m the nigga in the city pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears
I can clear 200,000 like my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie
Bitches call me Hoody bear, i’m koala-fied
Oh that went over your head? I’m over qualified
Really make them guns fly, bitch I’m stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
L-A-T
Moms just hard on me with grades
Had to turn them B’s to A’s
Now im turning words to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs
I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise
Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread
I ain’t burn the bread
Made it gold instead turning more than heads
Take it in my hand, turn it into bread
Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds
Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears
Don’t try to son me Reg
I’ll knock ya off the ledge
I’ll pop off on sketch
Praying like pledge, bullets gon’ spread
Catch ’em like Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the console
I’m a shark in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich hoes
Sunny days in the North Pole
I’m a play, play my part hoe
Turn a rock to the charcoal
Heart thrives but my heart closed
Short ride on a long road
Long days and them long nights
Big dogs and we all bite
Big words just all hype
Small talk, large price
Alright, not nice
Heart cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic
Stop light, stop running your mouth ‘fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas
Got fuckin problems, tryna figure ’em out
Niggas run in your house waiting on my count
Bitches in they house waiting on my call
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang
Yes Lord
I think I’m made for this shit

[Hook: Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I’m made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Gang, gang
Mula Gang

LIL WAYNE – Mula Gang lyrics

Man, starting five when it’s game time
Talking drugs on my main line
That’s a strange sign, I can’t really trust you
Ain’t have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I’m at
I can vision this shit, had a dream
Call me Jay Luther King
Now I woke up and I’m living this shit
Time change, people change too
Never let the people change you
Pack made it safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Got two snow bunnies with me
One Becky one named Sue
Sue don’t really do what Becky do
Becky sexual with the crew (gang)
2000 at HollyGrove
This the year of the Mula
I put that on Mula
Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe
I need a bitch from Aruba
She say my dick like a ruler
She lemme fuck her medula
Then I pass that hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I’m gone

[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Wait, I think I’m made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[Verse 2: Euro]
Check
I’ma do ’em like Big Meech
This strip club’s in ’03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low fade
Fiends still in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd strapped ho
They don’t clap while I’m on stage!
Side talk, I’m immune to
Been the new kid in the new school
I ain’t too fond of the new school
I’m an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still a hot boy
But I’m too cool, I’ll hold a grudge ’till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin’ up lines
I’m the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs
Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up
I think I’m made for this shit

[Hook: Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I’m made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[Verse 3: HoodyBaby]
I’m Steph Curry I’m Wardell
I’m all hell, when the Warriors come out to play yall all fail
I got fish scale, I got four scales
I’m the nigga in the city pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears
I can clear 200,000 like my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie
Bitches call me Hoody bear, I’m koala-fied
Oh that went over your head? I’m over qualified
Really make them guns fly, bitch I’m stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
L-A-T
Moms just hard on me with grades
Had to turn them B’s to A’s
Now im turning words to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs
I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise
Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread
I ain’t burn the bread
Man the Golden State turning more than heads
Take it in my hand, turn it into bread
Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds
Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears
Don’t try to son me Reg
I’ll knock ya off the ledge
I’ll pop off on sketch
Praying like pledge, bullets gon’ spread
Catch ’em like Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the console
I’m a shark in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich hoes
Sunny days in the North Pole
I’m a play, play my part hoe
Turn a rock to the charcoal
Heart thrives but my heart closed
Short ride on a long road
Long days and them long nights
Big dogs and we all bite
Big words just all hype
Small talk, large price
Alright, not nice
Heart cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic
Stop light, stop running your mouth ‘fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas
Got fuckin problems, tryna figure ’em out
Niggas run in your house waiting on my count
Bitches in they house waiting on my call
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang
Yes Lord
I think I’m made for this shit

[Hook: Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I’m made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Gang, gang
Mula Gang

Lil Wayne – Mula Gang Lyrics ft. Jay Jones, HoodyBaby & Euro

Lil Wayne – Mula Gang Lyrics ft. Jay Jones, HoodyBaby & Euro

[Verse 1 – Jay Jones]
Man, starting five when it’s game time
Talking drugs on my main line
That’s a strange sign, I can’t really trust you
Ain’t have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I’m at
I can vision this s**t, had a dream
Call me Jay Luther King
Now I woke up and I’m living this s**t
Time change, people change too
Never let the people change you
Pack made a safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Got two snow bunnies with me
One Becky one named Sue
Sue don’t really do what Becky do
Becky sexual with the crew (gang)
2000 at HollyGrove
That’s the year of the Mula
I put that on Mula
Pull out the passports, f**k a city hoe
I need a b***h from Aruba
She say my d**k like a ruler
She lemme f**k her medula
Then I pass that hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I’m gone

[Hook/Chorus – Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Wait, I think I’m made for this s**t
I got the way with this s**t
Grind everyday for this s**t
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[Verse 2 – Euro]
Check
I’ma do ’em like Big Meech
This strip club’s in ’03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low fade
Fiends still in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd strapped ho
They don’t clap while I’m on stage!
Side talk, I’m immune to
Been the new kid in the new school
I ain’t too fond of the new school
I’m an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still a hot boy
But I’m too cool, I’ll hold a grudge ’till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snorting up lines
I’m the reason all the bad college b*****s never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs
Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up
I think I’m made for this s**t

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[Hook/Chorus – Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I’m made for this s**t
I got the way with this s**t
Grind everyday for this s**t
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[Verse 3 – HoodyBaby]
I’m Steph Curry I’m Wardell
I’m all h**l, when the Warriors come out to play they all fell
I got fish scale, I got four scales
I’m the n***a in the city pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears
I can clear 200,000 like my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie
B*****s call me Hoody bear, i’m koala-fied
Oh that went over your head? I’m over qualified
Really make them guns fly, b***h I’m stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right

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[Verse 4 – Lil Wayne]
L-A-T
Moms just hard on me with grades
Had to turn them B’s to A’s
Now im turning words to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs
I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise
Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread
I ain’t burn the bread
Man the Golden State turning more than heads
Take it in my hand, turn it into bread
Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds
Forgot the s**t he said, Le Mantra on the ears
Don’t try to son me Reg
I’ll knock ya off the ledge
I’ll pop off on sketch
Praying like pledge, bullets gon’ spread
Catch ’em like Dez, all in ya a*s
Handguns in the console
I’m a shark in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich hoes
Sunny days in the North Pole
I’m a play, play my part hoe
Turn a rock to the charcoal
Heart thrives but my heart closed
Short ride on a long road
Long days and them long nights
Big dogs and we all bite
Big words just all hype
Small talk, large price
Alright, not nice
Heart cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic
Stop light, stop running your mouth ‘fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas
Got f****n problems, tryna figure ’em out
N****s run in your house waiting on my count
B*****s in they house waiting on my call
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang
Yes Lord
I think I’m made for this s**t

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[Hook/Chorus – Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I’m made for this s**t
I got the way with this s**t
Grind everyday for this s**t
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Gang, gang
Mula Gang

Lil Wayne – Mula Gang Lyrics ft. Jay Jones, HoodyBaby & Euro

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Royce Da 5’9″ – Power (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Chorus]
That fo’-fo’ goes
Anywhere with me I solo stroll
That power
You know when I solo stroll
You know that fo’-fo’ goes
That power

[Verse 1]
Nothing come to sleep as the dreams and regret
Come to a swing of something less than a queen with a catch
Guns and funds and cleaners hoping my cocaina will stretch
I’m blood to the Mexican bilingual who go by "The Gringo"
Who will [?] out the whole scene if you owe and he come to collect
I’m what you call a triple threat
I’m the one writing a rhyme, I’m the one riding
I’m the one rising, I’m the one writing the check
The one with enough respect to make nigga untie ya
Who’s living up under the gun
Who will punch your teeth in the street for bumping yo’ gums
When I’m finished all they can say is I even the odds
So many lows, some of my highs were even goodbyes
Got so much dough I don’t pull out, I just leave it inside
My hat be leaned to the side like Adebisi from Oz
If perhaps there were beef between you and I
You niggas would actually have to sleep in disguise
Fucking with power

[Chorus]
That fo’-fo’ goes
Anywhere with me I solo stroll
That power
You know when I solo stroll
You know that fo’-fo’ goes
That power

[Verse 2]
Pardon me for being too cool for this foolish industry
The cruel, demented things that I’ve seen through imagery
Due to the ghoulish chemistry that the Devil has with the smell of cash
I’m a hustler, I hop in the ocean and sell a whale a splash
I’m so hot I can inhale the hash
I can blow the grass until I’m actually impaling hell with ash
Unhappy people focus on all the shit that’s missing
Happy people just focus on what the hell they have
Uh, Max Julien coats and RAM beepers
Zangief hand gest’ as the man reaches
The transcending a grand ‘legiance
I rap till I ran Venus or land in arenas, [?]
White hood on the Phantom looking like it’s a Klan meeting
And all that hating’ll age a nigga like that Japan region
My fam told me my flow remind ’em of ‘Pac or BIG
I told ’em "I’m just sick, you can’t just go to the doc for this"
Why you out here gossipping? Labels tryna sign me
Despite the fact that I’m strapped like I’m in a zombie apocalypse
Uh, nigga, they can score how they wanna score
I don’t always be on the charts but I stay on the boards
I don’t do beef, I just make you wear the shit out of this two-piece
Whenever I see yo’ ass like Paloma Ford
I don’t care if they find you at the game and you on the floor
You gon’ get this fucking E. Honda, not on your own Accord
Uh, now let’s put this all in perspective here
Me, I’m on the legend tier
You, you on the second tier, you definitely scared
You move like you borrowed the first letter from the word "faggot"
You put effort to put the "F" in "fear"
My pen is potentially grimace the penitentiary
I’m the splitting image of Dempsey
Y’all niggas Ren & Stimpy
Everything about you new niggas is Mickey D’s
Y’all niggas tempt me, but even y’all dudes grimace Mickey

[Chorus]
That fo’-fo’ goes
Anywhere with me I solo stroll
That power
You know when I solo stroll
You know that fo’-fo’ goes
That power

Bliss N Eso – Travelling Band (Off The Grid Album)

[Verse 1: Eso]
Yo, I’m about to pack my bags and hit the road with all my homies
The GPS is off we don’t know where the fuck we’re going
A gang of daydreamers that started from the bottom
A dollar and a dream and that’s the shit I ain’t forgotten
My tribe got that vibe that’ll make you feel accepted
My soul is in these songs and the record its reflection
I’m on a quest to spread our music through the planet
Let us open your mind and we’ll use it as a canvas
Now I count my blessings as a worldwide traveler
From getting pissy in Paris to waking up in Africa
I’ll draw a map for ya, I been across the Atlas, bruh
From Niseko Japan to the snowy mountains in Canada
And my Jewish manager, he’s my doobie handler
Could’ve shown you the world but yo, he’s useless with a camera
Life on the road and I’m still surprised
How our bus was hit by a train and we still survived

[Chorus 1: Bliss & Eso]
It goes, one for the love, two for the soul
Let’s take a trip through the stereo
We’re a traveling band, moving through tape decks
Pack your bags, we found the oasis
It goes, one for the love, two for the soul
Let’s take a trip through the stereo
We’re a traveling band, moving through tape decks
Pack your bags, we found the old way

[Post Chorus 1: Bliss & Eso]
I’m leaving "Just me and my crew"
I’m leaving "Feel it on tours"
I’m leaving "Just me and my crew"
I’m leaving, word to Willie Nelson

[Verse 2: Bliss]
I’m on the road again, what can I say
It’s crazy waking up to a new place every single day
So press play on this cassette and the trouble begins
Like Tomorrowland when your fingertip hits the pen
We drove the mountains in the van, rode the powder in Japan
Then we rocked Afghanistan under the threat of Tali-ban
Sippin’ fine wines in Paris, MyThai’s and hammocks, in Miami
Seen it all it’s like I’ve skydive the planet
And when we end the show, afterparty at my place
The whole crowd is screamin’ “afterparty at my place!”
Tryna smoke up all the weed before we fly afar
"You got that shit to roll a blunt?" Mmm, close but no cigar
Then I sit back and nap, watch Indiana Jones
While you see my plane back track and spin around the globe
Flyin’ in and out of zones, all from cinematic poems
Seen the whole world but nothing’s like Sydney as a home

[Chorus 2: Bliss & Eso]
It goes, one for the love, two for the soul
Let’s take a trip through the stereo
We’re a traveling band, moving through tape decks
Pack your bags, we found the oasis
It goes, one for the love, two for the soul
Let’s take a trip through the stereo
We’re a traveling band, moving through tape decks
Pack your bags, we found the oasis

[Post Chorus 1: Bliss & Eso]
I’m leaving "Just me and my crew"
I’m leaving "Globetrotter"
I’m leaving "Just me and my crew"
I’m leaving "International spot rocker"

[Scratches: DJ Izm]
"Feel it on tours"
"Globetrotter"
"Just me and my crew"
"International spot rocker"
"Just me and my crew"
"From trains to bus rides, down south to up north"
"Just me and my crew"

[Chorus 2: Bliss & Eso]
It goes, one for the love, two for the soul
Let’s take a trip through the stereo
We’re a traveling band, moving through tape decks
Pack your bags, we found the oasis
It goes, one for the love, two for the soul
Let’s take a trip through the stereo
We’re a traveling band, moving through tape decks
Pack your bags, we found the oasis

[Post-Chorus 2: Bliss & Eso]
I’m on a big jet plane
I’m leaving, but baby I’ll be back again
I’m on a big jet plane
I’m leaving, but baby I’ll be back again

[Scratches: DJ Izm]
"Feel it on tours"
"Globetrotter"
"Just me and my crew"
"International spot rocker"

Souleye – Ease That lyrics

Artist: Souleye Title: Ease That Hook Ease that lean back roll me up that
Weed sack / Calling out my ladies on the front and the back / Lean back
Ease that roll me up that weed sack / We we’ve them tracks that ride
Like Cadillac’s / Verse 1 I’ve been all around the world / And easy
To see that most people that I meet / Love blazing on them trees / I’ll
Find it in Fiji where no weed be / Or in Mendo where it’s in every home /
Grown out doors organic is my favorite type / But then again I like that
Indoor bud at night / Smoking sativa in the middle of the afternoon / Get
High motivate party on the move / Even my mom pack that bong / I’ve
Watched my dad smoke all day long / From the rich and the famous / To the
Poor and broke / They all love that dope / Government don’t know I know
My fourth amendment / Can’t search without a warrant / Hook Ease that
Lean back roll me up that weed sack / Calling out my ladies on the front
And the back / Lean back ease that roll me up that weed sack / Wewe’ve
Them tracks that ride like Cadillac’s / Verse 2 Only the best when I’m
Smoking the Sess /
Hawaiian mist I’m on a mystical trip / Puffing an ounce of Kush on the
Couch / Purple urkle got me seeing double now / I’m going to Canada
Man, Japan or Amsterdam / No matter where I’m at I’m going to smoke a
Gram / Four-way endo sipping on that swiss miss / With Mr. Nice here’s
The pipe now hit this / Elevate let’s create everyone together now /
Let’s celebrate / take a break though / If you don’t puff the drow / I
Know there’s those / That don’t smoke so pass it to the left / You
Know how it goes / The rotation is ground breaking /