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[Intro]
Real hot girl shit
(d.a. got that dope)
[Chorus]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Mmm)
She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin' (Come here)
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
[Verse 1]
Keisha? (Kei), Jasmine? (Jas), Kiera? Megan? (Go)
Lisa? Ashley? (Ashley), Sierra? Sarah?
She got her hands on her knees with her ass in the air, ooh, that lil' bitch a player
If her friends ain't around to record it, she bend over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror
Like goddamn, what a nigga gotta do for your number?
Shawty came through with that head so good, I said fuck it, I ain't usin' no rubber
Way she make that ass bounce, think I love her
Got that ass and that mouth from her mother
Type to make your bae mad, you in trouble
NBA playoffs that ass, it's a bubble
Uh-uh, uh-uh, come here, come here, uh-uh
Throw that ass back, come here, come here
[Chorus]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Go)
She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin'
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
[Verse 2]
(Wah, wah, wah, wah) Real hot girl shit (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (Crybaby)
Look back, hold it open, now he annihilated (Yeah)
Moaning like a bitch when he hit this pussy
Damn, he probably wanna wear my hoodie (Ah)
Choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me (Thank me)
If I give it to another nigga, he'll hate me (He'll hate me)
Spit, slurp, give him that work
Fell too fast for me, now the nigga hurt
Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper
Thought I was in trouble how he tearin' them cheeks up
Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week?
If I make up the rules, then I don't think it's cheatin'
Jordan, Tommy, Timothy, Daniel (Which one?)
Might let Jonathan bring in Sarah (Come here, Sarah)
Bitch tryna brag about taking my man (Huh?)
Hah, I needed me a nigga off my hands (Hahahaha)
Uh-uh, don't fuck me like that, fuck me like this, yeah, ayy
[Chorus]
His friends and his dad hate me (Yeah)
I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby (Wah-wah-wah)
If I ain't let him hit the pussy by now
Then that nigga lame if he still waitin' (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain't even save your number (Nope)
So no, I can't reply to no text (No text)
I make him cry 'bout the pussy, hmm
Probably why my shit so wet (Ah, ah, ah, ah, wah, wah, wah)
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Cry Baby
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
(B-B-Bankroll Got it)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Breakin' down and I had the whole world watchin'
But the worst part is really who watched me
Every night I cried, I almost died
And nobody close tried to stop it
Long as everybody gettin' paid, right?
Everything'll be okay, right?
I'm winnin', so nobody trippin'
Bet if I ever fall off, everybody go missin'
At night, I'm sittin' in a dark room thinkin'
Probably why I always end up drinkin'
Yes, I'm very depressed
How can somebody so blessed wanna slit they wrist?
Shit, I'd probably bleed out some Pinot
When they find me, I'm in Valentino, ayy
He pourin' me shots, thinkin' it's lit
Hah, little did he know
[Chorus]
This pussy deprеssed, hmm, I'm about to stress him, yeah
Pink nails 'round his nеck, huh, but this ain't domestic, ayy
Think it's goin' down, hah, now he stand corrected, ayy
This pussy depressed, hmm, I'm about to stress him, ah
[Verse 2]
Ayy, damn, I got problems
Never thought a bitch like me would ever hit rock bottom
Man, I miss my parents, way too anxious, always cancel my plans
Pulled up, caught him cheatin', gettin' his dick sucked in the same spot I'm sleepin'
Lord, give me a break, I don't know how much more of this shit I can take (Ayy)
How long you been worried 'bout me, tellin' people that's not me?
Honestly, it kinda feel like you plottin', watchin'
Why is you speakin' on me at my lowest when you acted like you ain't noticed?
I was trippin', goin' crazy
And they lowkey hatin', so they ain't gon' say shit
Damn, I finally see it
I'm killin' myself when bitches would die to be me
[Chorus]
This pussy depressed, hmm, I'm about to stress him, yeah
Pink nails 'round his neck, huh, but this ain't domestic, ayy
Think it's goin' down, hah, now he stand corrected, ayy
This pussy depressed, hmm, I'm about to stress him, ah
[Outro]
I ain't goin', yeah, no emotion, ayy
Back outside, yeah, back in motion, ayy
He keep callin', hmm, I ignore it (Ayy)
He say I'm crazy, hmm, don't I know it, ah
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Cobra
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
I like a tall woman with a nice big ass (Haha)
Just sayin'
Like Grammy winner, Megan Thee Stallion
(B-B-Bankroll got it)
[Chorus]
Ayy, can't touch me like Gojo (Gojo)
Look good in all my photos (Hey, hey)
Just landed in Kyoto (Yeah, yeah)
I'm worldwide, these bitches local
Arigato
Arigato (Ah, y'all can't touch me like Gojo)
(Look good in all my photos)
Ayy, can't touch me like Gojo (Gojo)
Look good in all my photos (All my photos)
Just landed in Kyoto (Hey, hey, hey, mwah)
I'm worldwide, these bitches local (Hey, hey)
Arigato
Arigato (Y'all can't touch me like Gojo)
(Look good in all my photos) Hm, ayy
[Verse 1]
White wig on, bitch, I'm finna go Gojo (Yeah, yeah)
Type 'bout Megan, you know I'm the proto' (Proto')
I get to trendin' off every nеw photo
Want this horse on his chest like a Polo (Ah)
Niggas bow down whеn I pop out like Sukuna
Eatin' these rap bitches, that get me booted up (Hey)
Switchin' my flow up, it feel like it's two of us
If I let Tina out, that's a coup de grâce
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto
Bitches think they better than me, I'm like, "Nah, ho" (Nah, ho, uh)
Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori (Itadori)
Bitches borin', without Megan, wouldn't have a story
Ayy, cowboy hat with the chaps
Real hot girl shit, put it on the map
Everybody know Tina Snow is the mack
All of these niggas be feelin' attached
I'm not finna argue with a Sasuke avi'
Incel mad, I'm a weeb and a baddie
Y'all niggas be my biggest haters
Knowin' if we met, you'd fold like paper
[Chorus]
Ayy, can't touch me like Gojo (Gojo)
Look good in all my photos (Hey, hey)
Just landed in Kyoto (Yeah, yeah)
I'm worldwide, these bitches local
Arigato
Arigato (Ah, y'all can't touch me like Gojo)
(Look good in all my photos)
Ayy, can't touch me like Gojo (Gojo)
Look good in all my photos (All my photos)
Just landed in Kyoto (Hey, hey, hey, mwah)
I'm worldwide, these bitches local (Hey, hey)
Arigato
Arigato (Y'all can't touch me like Gojo)
(Look good in all my photos) Hm, hm, ayy
[Verse 2]
Bad bitch with a lil' drama, it's an old nigga somewhere cryin' 'bout it (Wah, wah)
Whoop-whoop, pull that ass over, finna stress him out and have him woosahin' (Baow, baow)
I'm the sensei or the senpai, the one hoes wanna be just like (Just like)
Ass still on Texas, but my waist in a European size (Yeah, yeah, ah)
Chou ii onna (Chou ii onna), when I walk by, they stop (Yeah)
He don't run from me 'cause he wanna get caught in my domain expansion (Hey, hey, in my domain expansion)
Hoes want my technique, couldn't be like me with a Sasuke sharingan (Sasuke sharingan)
Bitch, they not pro-you, they anti-me, you'll never be famous
[Chorus]
Ayy, can't touch me like Gojo (Gojo)
Look good in all my photos (Hey, hey)
Just landed in Kyoto (Yeah, yeah)
I'm worldwide, these bitches local
Arigato
Arigato (Ah, y'all can't touch me like Gojo, B-B-Bankroll got it)
(Look good in all my photos)
Ayy, can't touch me like Gojo (Gojo)
Look good in all my photos (All my photos)
Just landed in Kyoto (Hey, hey, hey, mwah)
I'm worldwide, these bitches local (Hey, hey)
Arigato
Arigato (Y'all can't touch me like Gojo)
(Look good in all my photos)
|
Otaku Hot Girl
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
LilJuMadeThisBeat
Freak, freak, freak nasty, ah
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
I'm runnin' through your nigga house like the Tomb Raider
You got a pass around nigga, he a hot potato (He a hot potato)
I told him, “Eat it or get out, that's your ultimatum (Boy, bye)
But stop licking my pussy hard, that shit aggravating” (Ah, ah, ah)
Uh, he ain't mine, I just let him eat me out from time to time (Ayy, ayy)
Call that pussy pootie tang 'cause I got the runny kine
He can't compare me to none of these bitches (Ayy)
I got that Beyoncé, that Dreamgirl, that "Listen" (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Freak, freak, freak nasty
Go a couple of rounds, leave that dick up in a casket (Casket)
I ain't wanna take the nigga from you, it just happened (Ayy, ayy)
You know I ain't cum boy if you had to ask me
Freak, freak, freak nasty (Ayy)
Lick on my hand, then I put it in his pants (Ah, ah, ah)
Get to playin' with that cock and make that motherfucker bam
And I walk and I talk like a pimp, 'cause I am (Ah)
[Verse 2]
Parlez-vous français? Tell my pussy "hey," huh (Ooh la la)
Fancy top, give me head in a beret (Ooh la la) (Ayy, ayy, ooh la la)
Stormy Daniels, head from the head of state (Head of state)
Twee lee lee, make it clap on his face, ayy
Freak, freak, freak nasty (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ain't gon' get no pussy but he hoping that he do (That he do)
Walkin' all over the nigga so he buy me all my shoes (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Quit calling him a trick if he only buy your food, ayy (Ha, ha)
Freak, freak, freak nasty
Ice on my neck, let it drip down my chest (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Lookin' at this motherfuckin' money make me wet (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Rich bitch pussy, only cum for a check (Ah, ah)
[Verse 3]
And my contact list look like the yellow pages (Yellow pages)
I do not save these niggas names, I remember faces (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And I ain't fucked you in a minute, why you still claim me? (Huh?)
Bet if he ever hit this pussy, he gon' still stalk me (Ha, ha)
And if you got a new bitch, why you still callin'?
And I look better than that ho, that's why she made you block me (Okay)
I like to show out for them haters talkin' bad about me (Hey, hey, hey, ho)
Tryin' hard to find a flaw, but you still watchin' (Hey)
Freak nasty motherfucker (Yeah)
Kiss with the tongue, I'on wanna fuck the nigga if he ain’t hung (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
He a lotta fun if he eat it night one (Ayy, ayy)
If he got a lotta funds, I'ma hit it like “Uh!” (Woah)
Money make me cum, tryna get me some
Lookin' at these numbers on my checks like "Uh!" (Ayy, ayy)
Versace hottie, uh, Creole mami, huh
She gon' fuckin' run but the Stalli giddy up (Woah, woah, ooh)
[Chorus]
Freak, freak, freak nasty
Go a couple of rounds, leave that dick up in a casket (Ayy, ayy, in a casket)
I ain't wanna take the nigga from you, it just happened (Hey, yes, I did)
You know I ain't cum boy, if you had to ask me (Haha)
Freak, freak, freak nasty (Ayy)
Lick on my hand, then I put it in his pants (Ah, ah, ah)
Get to playing with that cock and make that motherfucker bam (Bam, bam, bam)
And I walk and I talk like a pimp, 'cause I am
[Verse 4]
Pussy wet, diamonds on my neck
I'm a hot girl so I make these niggas sweat (Niggas sweat)
If you fuckin' wit' me then you're fuckin' with the best (With the best)
If he say he a dog, I'ma treat him like a pet (Ha, ha, like a pet)
Jimmy John neck, told him “Give it to me quick”
Who can love you like me? Boy, nobody, Keith Sweat (Ayy, ayy, boy, nobody)
Rich bitch pussy, I can take you outta debt (Outta debt)
Rich bitch pussy, only cum for a check, ah (For a check)
[Outro]
Freak, freak, freak nasty
Go a couple of rounds, leave that dick up in a casket (Ayy, ayy, in a casket)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, freak, freak, freak, freak nasty, ah (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Freak, freak, freak, freak nasty (Ah)
Freak, freak, freak nasty
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Freak Nasty
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
Real hot girl shit
Ah, ayy (Buddah bless this beat)
[Verse 1]
I got a stank ass walk and a reckless ass mouth (I don't give a fuck)
And my shit so tight, when we fuck, my pussy talk (My pussy talk)
I don't even say, "What's up?", I just tell him what I want (What I want)
'Cause I got another nigga that's gon' do it if he don't, ah
Attitude bad, pussy too good (Yeah)
When he say, "Fuck me," I tell him, "Fuck me good" (Good)
Chase these niggas? I wish I would
Bad bitch like me? Hoes wish they could (Could)
She a Casper to me, I need glasses to see
In the mall with her daddy, she a bastard to me (Yeah)
You ain't fuckin' him right, bitch, pass him to me
Real niggas love me from the H to thе D
[Chorus]
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mmm, mmm, just like that
Mmm, mmm, shake that shit (Bow, bow, bow)
Hmm, hmm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mmm, mmm, just like that (Bow, bow, bow)
Mmm, mmm, shakе that shit (Brr, brr, brr)
Hmm, hmm, work it, bitch
[Verse 2]
Patek just for the day (Sex)
She gotta go, roll the Ace of Spades
She catch a cold when she rock the chains (Catch a cold)
But let me see, Pinky and the Brain (Huh)
Our baby mamas ain't the same (No)
She like, "Baby daddy, ice my chain" (Ice)
She 'bout to come and give me top like a crane (Woo)
You a bitch and a ho, but you gang, ayy (Ayo)
Shake what your doctor gave ya
And I'ma ice your wrists like a player (Ayy)
Doctor Miami add layers
Now the ass is fat like an acre
Come to the spot and we lay up
And I'll cream that pussy like mayos
Ever since I got my cake up (Woo, woo)
I been runnin' these bitches like the mayor (Whew)
Don't stop, hatchback (Uh, uh)
Shakin' that ass on Snapchat (Yeah)
Off the script and shakin' that ass (Uh)
What you'll do for these rack, racks (Yeah, woo)
Where my thots at? (Mmm, mmm)
I just freed this bitch like a bird, yeah (Yeah)
Where my thots at? (Mmm, mmm)
Let me hit it from the back, say, "Slatt, Slatt"
[Chorus]
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mmm, mmm, just like that
Mmm, mmm, shake that shit (Bow, bow, bow)
Hmm, hmm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mmm, mmm, just like that (Bow, bow, bow)
Mmm, mmm, shake that shit (Brr, brr, brr)
Hmm, hmm (Hey), work it, bitch
[Verse 3]
I'm gon' blow him like AC (Mwah)
Give me big head like IT (Ah)
Lick, lick, lick me 'til I scream
Twist his tongue like I, I mean
I mean my body so out of this world
Change my at name to ASTROGIRL (ASTROGIRL)
People say I'm way too full of myself
You're right, and I ain't even made it to dessert, ah
Buffy, no Angel, star, no spangle
Forty-inch weave by Kellon don't tangle
Call my drug dealer boyfriend on Tango
Use the Tajín when I'm eatin' a mango
Yeah, I get jealous
If you ate it real good, I can't help it
Any bitch you fuckin' with, you need to dead it
'Fore I come through and shit get hectic, ah
[Chorus]
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mmm, mmm, just like that
Mmm, mmm, shake that shit (Bow, bow, bow)
Hmm, hmm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mmm, mmm, just like that (Bow, bow, bow)
Mmm, mmm, shake that shit (Brr, brr, brr)
Hmm, hmm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mmm, mmm, just like that
Mmm, mmm, shake that shit (Bow, bow, bow)
Hmm, hmm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mmm, mmm, just like that (Bow, bow, bow)
Mmm, mmm, shake that shit (Brr, brr, brr)
Hmm, hmm, work it, bitch (Ah)
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Don’t Stop
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Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four (One, two, three, four)
Five, six, seven, eight (Five, six, seven, eight)
Let 'em know we on the way (Yeah)
Countin' zeroes every day (Yeah)
You know that we never play, ayy (Ayy)
One, two, three, four (One, two, three, four)
Five, six, seven, eight (Five, six, seven, eight)
Let 'em know we on the way (Yeah)
Countin' zeroes every day (Ah)
You know that we never play, ayy (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
Time out, never been one to play with
Money talk and it's my first language
Me and RM gang and we gangin'
Boss level, you ain't even in the rankin'
They wanna smell what the hottie be cookin'
They on rock when they see me at a bookin'
Just know when it's time for me to get my lick back
All y'all finna be finished (Hadouken)
Ayy, blue hair like Bulma, big chi-chis
Blue one, blue hundred, big VVs
'Round the world, everybody come see me
No tats, but my passport inky (Ayy)
I'm the big fish jumpin' out the TX
So dope, tryna make me take a pee test
Check the credits, you know who wrote it
With a flow this hard, this heavy, Kotex (Mm)
I can't help that I'm that girl, they be talkin', I don't care
Beefin' with yourself because you do not exist in my world
Three things I don't play about, myself, my money, or my man
Mention one of them and best believe I'm gon' be at your head
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four (One, two, three, four)
Five, six, seven, eight (Five, six, seven, eight)
Let 'em know we on the way (Yeah)
Countin' zeroes every day (Yeah)
You know that we never play, ayy (Ayy)
One, two, three, four (One, two, three, four)
Five, six, seven, eight (Five, six, seven, eight)
Let 'em know we on the way (Yeah)
Countin' zeroes every day (Ah, what's up, Stallion?)
You know that we never play, ayy (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
You know that we never play
Yeah, we gon' forever slay (Yeah)
Me and Megan on the way
For Asia, man, we paved the way
Smooth like criminal, off to digital
Ya damn look so pitiful (So pity)
Fuck a deposit, turn off your faucet
Mm, synthesize your mind, yeah
Fantasize, off-site, yeah
Killin' folks with a line, yeah
How many sold-out stadiums?
There's love everywhere
To y'all, it's a fairytale (Oh God)
In the end, shit's very fair
We gotta bear all the nightmares (Okay)
Shit is a toxic, hit you in moshpit, you and your people be fussin' (Fuss)
Yeah, we just buss it, pour all the sauces on the face of they be bossin' (Boss)
Call me a narcissist, make a typhoon, be an artist on the artists (Right)
Take out your wallet, sabotage your two ears I swear 'fore you pause it
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four (One, two, three, four)
Five, six, seven, eight (Five, six, seven, eight)
Let 'em know we on the way (Yeah)
Countin' zeroes every day (Yeah; mhm)
You know that we never play, ayy (Ayy)
One, two, three, four (One, two, three, four)
Five, six, seven, eight (Five, six, seven, eight)
Let 'em know we on the way (Yeah)
Countin' zeroes every day (Ah)
You know that we never play, ayy (Ayy)
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Neva Play
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)
[Verse 1]
Imagine niggas lyin' 'bout shootin' a real bitch (Huh?)
Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with
Imagine me givin' a fuck it was your fuckin' birthday (Fuck you)
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
Now imagine me cockblockin' niggas on some dry shit (What?)
I don't want you on the bench, believe you wouldn't've been invited (You wouldn't've been invited)
And if it weren't for me, same week, you would have been indicted (Should've let them lock your ass up)
You offered M's not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm
Now y'all in cahoots, huh (Okay), you a puss in boots
You shot a 5'10" bitch with a .22
Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets
A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a bitch (He a bitch)
We all know the shit I could've came back with (Lil'-ass nigga)
He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars, and goofy shit
I told him, "You're not poppin', you just on the remix" (What's poppin'?)
Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
And we still ain't got no fuckin' justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
Any nigga on that nigga's side is a clout chaser (Fuck y'all)
A bitch who he fuckin' or a ho that he payin', uh
[Interlude]
Imagine me, hahaha
Imagine me entertaining you fuckin' goofy-ass niggas and you fuckin' goofy-ass bitches
Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)
[Verse 2]
Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass nigga?
Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business
And that go for you bitches too that's tryna get picked
Talkin' shit, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick
Ooh shit, it's a lotta weak niggas in this bitch
They confused
They hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they dick
Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names
I thought a bitch that got her chain snatched, caught a loss had something to say, ayy
I be speakin' facts, uh, they can't handle that, uh
They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
I was chose, I ain't ask to be this motherfuckin' cold
Still the brightest star and not just the ones that's up in this Rolls
Keep it pimpin' always, actions do the talkin'
I know you want the clout, so I ain't sayin' y'all names
Oh, you out here ballin', huh? Who you get that money from?
Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh?
I be so content 'cause I know I'm a real bitch
And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it
You'd think I was a killer how these niggas scared as shit
I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy
Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass bitch?
Watchin' me succeed from your knees, suckin' dick
I know you want attention from the niggas that I get
I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales
FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin' there
Bitch think she sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell
Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah
Who you takin' shots at? Shut up with your scary ass
No profile pic, bitch, your mama shouldn't've had
Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that
Next nigga send a shot, I'ma sent it right back (Ah)
[Outro]
Brrt, brrt
Brrt, haha
Ah
Should've let them lock your ass up
Pussy
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Shots Fired
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
(Mano)
You've never been to Heaven, have you?
(OG Parker)
[Chorus]
Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on 'cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)
Ooh, baby, we can go fast
I'll drive and you just lay back
I got the flavour that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I might take you home with this, I might give you all of it (Yeah)
Come get your dose of the sweetest pie
Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on 'cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
[Verse 1]
Baby, I'm the sweetest, pussy is the meanest (Yeah)
Hot girl shit, but I'm cold every season (But I'm)
Know he got that pipe, let him bust it 'til it's leakin' (Yeah, mwah)
Booty like a pillow, he can use it while he's sleepin' (Look)
Don't be goin' through my phone 'cause that's the old me (Old me)
Ain't the only one tryna be my one and only (Tryna)
Real thick, movin' slow, that body like codeine
He a player, but for Megan, he cuttin' the whole team (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
That body lookin' nice (Lookin' nice)
I got cake and I know he want a slice
I wish a nigga would try to put me on ice (Brrr)
I ain't never had to chase dick in my life (Dick in my life)
I like that nasty, that freaky stuff (Freaky stuff)
Slip under my bed and keep me up (Hey)
That Hansel and Gretel, let him eat me up (Ah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on 'cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Uh-huh)
Ooh, baby, we can go fast
I'll drive and you just lay back (Ah)
I got the flavour that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie
I might take you home with this, I might give you all of it
Come get your dose of the sweetest pie
Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on 'cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
[Verse 2]
You got me hung up from across the room
I'm so high that I'm on another altitude
And on my cloud, I got some space for you
Got a taste for you, ayy
[Verse 3]
More bounce to the ounce, pick it up, put it down (Woah)
Wanna put his Nutty Buddy in my Fudge Round (Bow)
Pussy tighter than a bitch, he ain't had it like this
Toes curling like they're throwing gang signs on Crip (On Crip)
One thing about me, I ain't takin' no shit
He whipped, I know it's pissin' off his old bitch
Cesar Millan, I got his ass trained (I got his ass trained)
Tryna let a dog know who really run things (Huh, ah)
[Interlude]
You've never been to Heaven, have you?
[Chorus]
Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on 'cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ooh, baby, we can go fast
I'll drive and you just lay back (Ah)
I got the flavour that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I might take you home with this, I might give you all of it
Come get your dose of the sweetest pie
Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on 'cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Outro]
Real hot girl shit (Ooh, this the ride of your life)
Me and Dua Lipa finna get the party lit (Hold on 'cause, baby, I might, I might just give you a bite)
Ah (Of the sweetest pie)
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Sweetest Pie
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
Hola, Pochongo
[Chorus]
Hey, cocky as fuck, everything 'bout me poppin'
Got face, I got body, you name it, I got it (I got it)
Cocky as fuck, bitch, you know I'm conceited
Your hoe wanna be me, yo' nigga wan' eat it
Cocky as fuck, everything 'bout me poppin'
Got face, I got body, you name it, I got it (I got it)
Cocky as fuck, nigga, fuck your opinion
I hustle to get it, I get it, I get it (I get it)
[Verse 1]
I am not seeking approval
I'm number one, I tell bitches what to do
He heard I'm Creole, he think I know voodoo
Bitch, I will twist your ass up like a noodle
Ho, you a copy of me, you a doodle
Bitches is flockin' to me like I'm Kodak
All of my bitches is yellow, they bodak
Hop out the whip at the light and they throw that, uh
Cocky as fuck in the mall wit' your daddy
He kissin' the ground that I walk on, uh
Cocky as fuck in a pic wit' your nigga
He bought everything that I got on
Ayy, ayy, throw that, uh, throw that
Bitch, I look good and you know that
They say I got me some money and changed
Lil' bitch, you knew I was poppin' before that
Ayy, yeah, sexy as fuck
Look in the mirror, I'm madly in love
Rubbin' some dubs on a bitch in the tub
Your nigga suck it like a Capri sun, tell 'em!
Come pick up after school
I'm tryna hammer that dick like a screw
I'm tryna give you something you can chew
I'm tryna give you that M.A, that, "OOOUUU"
I got the moves like a damn kangaroo
Foot in they ass 'cause these bitches my shoes
I am the captain, they do what I do
On top of these bitches heads like a roof
Cocky as fuck and my friends cocky too
I'm fine as fuck and they all sexy too
If I got beef with you, they got it too
Bitch, I’m the truth and your nigga the proof, ah
[Chorus]
Cocky as fuck, everything 'bout me poppin'
Got face, I got body, you name it, I got it (I got it)
Cocky as fuck, bitch, you know I'm conceited
Your ho wanna be me, your nigga wan' eat it
Cocky as fuck, everything 'bout me poppin'
Got face, I got body, you name it, I got it (I got it)
Cocky as fuck, nigga, fuck your opinion
I hustle to get it, I get it, I get it (I get it)
[Verse 2]
Bitch, do it look like I fight? (Fight)
Ho, just be cool when I got on this ice (Ice)
This shit is Gucci, this shit is too tight (Tight)
I only sweat when I go exercise ('cise)
You cannot touch me so don't even try (Try)
Bitch, I will pull up and pop you like pie (Pie)
Keep tellin' bitches this shit could get ratchet
I’m with some niggas that's gone make it happen
I'm holding my pussy like it’s a weapon
I cut a nigga off like a machete
I'll put a price on your head like you Kelly
Megan from Texas, I'm naturally sexy, uh
This that flossy pussy
I rock suits, that's bossy pussy
Tell him use a lot of spit so I can keep a glossy pussy
He give me neck like a yo-yo, uh
Talk to my kitty like "hello," uh
Slide on your mouth like a cello, uh
Boujee but fuck like I'm ghetto, uh
You don't like me? Get in line, ho (Get in line, ho)
I be on your mind though (I be on your mind though)
Bitch, you know I'm poppin', you just hatin' cause I'm fine, ho ('Cause I'm fine, ho)
Bitch eat a dick, huh
Don't like me? Then stay off my shit, huh
You need to hold your tongue, uh
Unless you gon' lick on my clit, ah, ah
[Chorus]
Hey, cocky as fuck, everything 'bout me poppin'
Got face, I got body, you name it, I got it (I got it)
Cocky as fuck, bitch, you know I'm conceited
Your ho wanna be me, your nigga wan' eat it
Cocky as fuck, everything 'bout me poppin'
Got face, I got body, you name it, I got it (I got it)
Cocky as fuck, nigga, fuck your opinion
I hustle to get it, I get it, I get it (I get it)
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Cocky AF
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Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
Who the fuck you think you talkin' to, nigga?
Fuck me? Nah, nigga, fuck you, nigga
[Verse 1]
Dear fuck nigga, still can't believe I used to fuck with ya (Fuck with ya)
Poppin' Plan B's 'cause I ain't plan to be stuck with ya
Damn, I see you still kick it with them opp bitches (With them opp bitches)
I'm the only reason that your goofy ass got bitches (Yeah)
All them hoes wanna look like me (Look like me)
Bitch most likely, only fuckin' you just to spite me (Ayy, ayy, just to spite me)
But please don't get it twisted, I ain't trippin'
I never put my faith in a nigga, bitch, I'ma die independent
If you was wonderin', yeah, boy, I'm still that bitch (Still that bitch)
I had to block you, but you still gotta watch this shit
'Cause who the fuck rock it like me? No bra, tight tee (Hey)
Slick back ponytail, feelin' like I'm Ice-T (Ah)
You know I suck it good, real hood, when you wake up (Real hood, when you wake up)
You know her head weak if she ain't fuckin' up her makeup
Damn, I can't believe I used to let you fuck me (Let you fuck me)
I'd rather be in jail before a broke nigga cuff me (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Ladies, love yourself, 'cause this shit could get ugly (Shit could get ugly)
That's why it's, "Fuck niggas, get money" (Fuck niggas, get money)
And I don't give a fuck if that nigga leave tonight
Because, nigga, that dick don't run me (Ayy, that dick don't run me)
You better get on your knees and eat this pussy right
Before I have another nigga do it for me
Because dick don't run me, I run dick
Nigga, yeah, you's a bitch (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
Mugler suit in my meetin' (Yeah), Wagyu steak when I'm eatin' (Ah)
Makin' so much money, this nigga dumb if he's cheatin' (Dumb if he's cheatin')
Bitches watchin' and hatin' (Yeah), put that shit in they faces (Shit in they faces)
I'll buy the whole buildin' and keep them hoes in they places (Hey, hey, woah)
He submerged in it (Yeah), like a baptism (Like a baptism)
He hit this water, then he comin' back a real nigga (Ah, ah)
How you want a bitch (Yeah), but don't wanna work? (But don't wanna work)
How you want a bitch that you don't deserve?
I should have listened to my first mind
And told your ass "No" the first time (Told your ass "No" the first time)
Tried to spare this nigga feelings, now he think he hurtin' mine (Ayy)
You're cheap and I be at work while you sleep (While you sleep)
My pussy is the most expensive meal you'll ever eat (You'll ever eat)
Fuck you, still can't believe I used to trust you (Used to trust you)
The only accolade you ever made is that I fucked you
You a bitch, if you get the chance, I bet you snitch
You'll never get a chance to tell me come and pack my shit (Ah)
[Chorus]
Ladies, love yourself, 'cause this shit could get ugly (Shit could get ugly)
That's why it's, "Fuck niggas, get money" (Fuck niggas, get money)
And I don't give a fuck if that nigga leave tonight
Because, nigga, that dick don't run me (Ayy, that dick don't run me)
You better get on your knees and eat this pussy right
Before I have another nigga do it for me
Because dick don't run me, I run dick
Nigga, yeah, you's a bitch (You's a bitch, you's a bitch)
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Plan B
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
Boy, you know you need to come give me that dick
He wanna hit from the back 'cause I'm thick
I like to fuck on 'em when I get lit
Yeah, tell me this pussy the shit
Ayy, ooh, he so thirsty (Mwah, mwah)
Ride that dick like a horsey
He said, "Are you tired, girl?"
I look back like, "Boy, please"
[Chorus]
Ayy, let's have the sex talk (Huh)
Wanna see your body, take your clothes off (Huh)
I'ma bust quick if ya lips soft (Huh)
Rock that ship 'til ya blast off
Ayy, yeah, let's have the sex talk (Huh)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey
Can you make it feel like the first time? (Huh)
I don't get tired, let him wear it out
Ayy, yeah
[Verse 2]
Put my feet up on the bed, ride it to the tip-top (Tip-top)
He like it doggystyle 'cause I make that ass pop (Ass pop)
He ain't never finna leave me 'cause I got that drip-drop (Drip-drop)
Said his last bitch still fuckin' like a robot
[Chorus]
Ayy, let's have the sex talk (Huh)
Wanna see your body, take your clothes off (Huh)
I'ma bust quick if ya lips soft (Huh)
Rock that ship 'til ya blast off, ayy, yeah
Let's have the sex talk (Huh)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey
Can you make it feel like the first time? (Huh)
I don't get tired, let him wear it out
Ayy, yeah
[Verse 3]
Got more milkshake than Kelis
Ain't met a nigga who can handle me (Handle me)
I think I should be in museums
'Cause this body a masterpiece (Yuh, yuh)
Can I fuck you to a trap beat?
He said, "Girl, you tryin' to trap me?"
Aw, hell nah, nigga, no I ain't (What?)
You can hit that door, here, go 'head, leave
[Chorus]
Ayy, let's have the sex talk (Huh)
Wanna see your body, take your clothes off (Huh)
I'ma bust quick if ya lips soft (Hey)
Rock that ship 'til ya blast off, ayy, yeah
Let's have the sex talk (Huh)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey
Can you make it feel like the first time? (Huh)
I don't get tired, let him wear it out
Ayy, yeah
[Verse 4]
Bad bitch, taste like cherry kiwi
Real big titties, these double DDs
Ice on my neck be real, VVs
Peanut butter inside, Reeses Pieces
He said it taste just like bubble gum
He eat it from the back to the front
Bitch I got green like I'm Buttercup
He say I got that lil' yummy-yum
[Outro]
Ayy
Bad bitch taste like cherry kiwiReal big titties, these double DDs
Mwah
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Sex Talk
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
Real hot girl shit
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)
And the motherfuckin' City Girls
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)
[Verse 1]
I would never trip about any old dick (Yeah)
If my heart broke, it's nothin' that my jeweler won't fix (That my jeweler won't fix)
Put some ice on my chest just to cool my shit (Brr)
And I keep me a fur, 'cause I'm a real cold bitch, ayy (Ah)
I'm a cold bitch, yes, I'm a cold piece
Lookin' for a Mr. Freeze to get froze like me (Like me)
Got a lot of cold stones, and I ain't talkin' ice cream (Ice cream)
Put my arm to the sun, bet I melt your wholе team
Okay, now can I take your order? I'ma sеrve 'em what they wanted (Yeah)
Bitches thinkin' they the shit when they really toilet water (When they really toilet water)
They don't go against me, they gon' go bar for bar? (Bar for bar?)
I'ma get 'em in the end like Simba did Scar (Ayy)
Oh, shit, I think I'm pregnant, but I don't see no belly (I don't see it)
These bitches tryna come my way before they even ready (They premature)
They say I got the skills, they say I got the look (I got the look)
I got so many bars, they puttin' money on my books, hey (On my books)
Be mad at them niggas how you be mad at me (Bitch)
He got you lookin' stupid, but you wanna argue with me (Huh?)
I got a couple of bitches mad 'cause I don't fuck with them no more (I don't fuck with them no more)
But since you say you so unbothered, what you speaking on me for? (Shh)
[Chorus]
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
[Verse 2]
Top-notch bitch, I'm A-listed (Huh?)
This City Girl shit, can't flex like this
Old country-ass bitch can't dress like this (Can't)
Bye, do it on the dick and a bitch (Period)
Clap this ass on that dick, I'ma spazz on that dick
Go to sleep, take a nap, I'ma crash on that dick
I won't beg for no dick, I won't cry for no dick
If your dick broke, nigga, put a cast on that dick
Rich with an attitude, R-W-A (You is)
Bitch, I got kids, I know how you hoes play (You do)
Ice cube, peanut pussy, eat it, soufflé (Ow)
These hoes my sons, I should call 'em O'Shea
Fuckboys, I ain't pressed for 'em (At all)
I need a nigga with a Patek and a TEC on him (Ice, ice, ice)
Big dick, Chrome Hearts, and baguettes on him
If he got the bread, I'ma do the rest for him, period
[Verse 3]
Ayy, real bitch, but that body built like a doll (Like a doll)
I ain't in no competition with these hoes at all (With these hoes at all)
I should own a bakery way niggas bring the cake to me (Ah)
And if that boy a baller, I bet I can make him play for me
Okay, now, do it for a real bitch (Yeah), buy a bitch a real bag (Buy a bitch a real bag)
Before I pick the wrong nigga, make sure your friends tagged (Who is he?)
Do it for them bitches and they friends who be big mad (Ah)
I know my haters watchin', so I do it for they bitch-ass
[Outro]
Baow, baow
Brr, brr
Baow, baow-baow-baow
Brr, brr, brr
Baow, baow
Brr, brr
Baow, baow-baow-baow
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Do It On The Tip
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
(Ahem)
Check, check, check
LilJuMadeDisBeat
[Verse 1]
Ay, say, nigga, I don't wanna talk
Meet me at the bank, show me what you really ’bout
Niggas ain't real when the shit really count
That's why I keep my lil’ cat in they mouth
Say, bitch, I don't gotta cap
Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that
If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch
I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (Woo)
Free JT (Ayy)
Real bitches fuck wit' me (Ayy)
I don't do shit for the free, man
Y'all niggas gotta pay me (Ayy)
Put some respect on my team (Huh)
I'm the 1501 queen (Ayy)
Bitch, you better learn who run it
’Cause all this money gotta come through me (Ayy)
[Chorus]
I keep it realer than real
Fuck all the critics and fuck how they feel
I’m getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry ’bout why I do what I do (Bitch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch)
Still hanging with the same crew (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Cut a nigga off and my checks got bigger
Rich bitch shit, got a broke ho bitter
Outta any bitch, I’m the hardest in the litter
If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her
Y'all praisin' bitches that's doin' the minimum
They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em
Don't wanna link with these bitches, ain't feelin' 'em
I'll knock the shit out that bitch like a enema, ahh
[Bridge]
Yeah (Hmm)
I know these bitches want the recipe for this hot shit
I told them bitches I ain't gon' let one hater stop shit
(I ain't gon' let no hater stop shit)
Gucci down, these niggas love the way I rock shit
I'm a real rap bitch, this ain't no pop shit
[Verse 3]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
These hoes know who to play with
On the internet, all with the gang shit (Ayy)
They love to talk hot shit with a lame bitch
But when they come around me they don't say shit (Okay)
Ayy, yo' shit ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot
Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out
Straight to the top, you cannot reach me
Ain't fuckin' these niggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me
Got that big budget with no major deal
Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal
I am not signing for less than a mil
If you don't like it, then fuck how you feel
Dreams, fuck with Kel
J-bone, what's the deal?
In the section with the bands
Bring them girls over here
[Chorus]
I keep it realer than real
Fuck all them critics and fuck how they feel
I'm getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch)
Still hanging' with the same crew (Ayy)
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Realer
|
Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
Ooh
No, no, no
No, no
[Verse 1]
In peace (In peace), may you rest (May you rest)
Never ever shoot below the neck (Never ever)
You a rookie (You a rookie), I'm a vet (I’m a vet)
That's why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (Got a TEC)
Not checkers (Not checkers), this chess (Nigga, chess)
I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
I curve Tiffany (Yeah), for Jess (For who?)
Need to get myself together, I'm a mess (Straight up)
In Bikini Bottom, I’m with Sandy (Sandy)
Moesha keep on drinkin' all the brandy (Brandy)
Keisha eat the molly like it's candy (Yah, yah)
Bodyslam a nigga like I'm Randy (Yah, yah)
Yeah, I'm a hot hitter (Straight up)
I'm a guap getter (Straight up)
Leave a thot bitter (Straight up)
Get your block hit up
Oh, you think you in a group? Get that shit split up (On God)
Tryna suck me layin' down, I make that bitch sit up (Straight up)
Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed (Case closed)
We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (Uh oh)
Sellin' pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (Uh oh)
These broke ass niggas need Jobco (21)
Used to use EBT to get seafood (What?)
Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (Straight up)
She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (Facts)
Metro worth a lot of M’s, nigga, me too (Racks)
[Chorus]
Hangin’ off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don’t throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)
Finna drown in 'em, dawg, finna drown in 'em (21)
[Verse 2]
Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him (On my mama)
All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em (On your mama)
Ain’t no furniture, it's just a lot of pounds in 'em (Straight up)
Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in 'em (On God)
Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we don't ramp in 'em (21)
Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em (Six)
Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with 'em (On God)
Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with 'em (Straight up)
All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman)
Niggas broke 'cause they doin' too much clubbin' (Too much clubbin')
Cashed out on all my cars 'cause I'm stubborn ('Cause I'm stubborn)
Zone 6 against the world, that's how I'm comin' (How I'm comin')
I came out the womb, I was thuggin' (Straight up)
Ain't no fistfights, niggas uppin' (Straight up)
Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin' (On God)
When you see 'em face-to-face, it ain't nothin' (Straight up)
[Chorus]
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht
[Outro]
You know, I was racin' down the highway earlier today, ridin' down 20
I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day
You know what? He was happy to see me
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10 Freaky Girls
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Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
(Just can't believe this, man)
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
[Verse 1]
Somebody said they saw you
The person you were kissing wasn't me
And I would never ask you
I just kept it to myself
[Chorus]
I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you creepin', please don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
[Verse 2]
I think about it when I hold you
When lookin' in your eyes, I can't believe
And I don't need to know the truth
Baby, keep it to yourself
[Bridge]
Did he touch you better than me? (Touch you better than me)
Did he watch you fall asleep? (Watch you fall asleep)
Did you show him all those things that you used to do to me?
If you're better off that way (Better off that way)
There ain't more that I can say (More that I can say)
Just go on and do your thing and don't come back to me
[Verse 3]
Woah, woah, woah, 21
Had me crushin', I was cuffin' like the precinct
How you go from housewife to a sneaky link?
Got you riding 'round in all type of Benzes and Rovers
Girl, you used to ride in the rinky-dink
I'm the one put you in Eliantte (On God)
Fashion Nova model, I put you on the runway (On God)
You was rockin' Coach bags, got you Chane'-ne'
Side bitch in Frisco, I call her my Bay-bae (21)
I got a girl, but I still feel alone (On God)
If you playin' me that mean my home ain't home (On God)
Havin' nightmares of goin' through your phone (21)
Can't even record, you got me out my zone
[Chorus]
I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you creepin', please don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you creepin', please don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
[Outro]
If you creepin', just don't let me find out (On God)
Get a hotel, never bring 'em to the house (On God)
If you're better off that way
Baby, all that I can say
If you're gonna do your thing, then don't come back to me
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Creepin’
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Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
Know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck what y'all niggas doin'
What you got goin' on, what's happenin'?
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Real niggas in this mothafucka, mane
Hell yeah, y'all niggas lame as hell
Y'all niggas, man, know what I'm sayin'?
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Hey!
[Chorus]
Ain't no complaints (Nah)
Racks in the bank (Racks)
Fuck what you think (Huh?)
We got some rank (Rank)
Leave your ass stank (Bow)
Robbin' the bank (Bank)
Pull out the banger (Raahhh)
You was a stranger (Stranger)
We don't relate (No)
Racks in the... (Rack)
Racks in the safe (Safe)
Steak on my plate (Steak)
My sons are Dons (Dons)
My bitch Amazon (Bad)
My plug is hund (Offset, plug)
She fuckin' for some (Smash)
[Verse 1]
I wanna be like Muhammad Ali (Hey)
Hang on the ropes and I beat you to sleep (Hey)
Taught to get money 'cause talk is too cheap (Cheap)
Quarter million when you open my brief
Celebrity status so keep this shit brief (Huh)
Draco by me 'cause I keep it in reach
Know niggas didn't do that shit like that boy Meech (Nah)
That's word on the street, let me preach, let me preach (Preach)
Listen, lil' nigga, sometimes you don't speak
Pull out that stick and I'm sweepin' the street (Bow, bow)
I make a quarter million every week (Hey)
She sucked out my soul, it's makin' me weak (Woo)
I've been on Percocets for the last week (Perc)
Sippin' on lean, I'm sleep, geeked (Geeked)
Move out the way, beep, beep (Beep)
Quit ridin' the waves, the sea deep (Woah)
[Chorus]
Ain't no complaints (Nah)
Racks in the bank (Racks)
Fuck what you think (Huh?)
We got some rank (Rank)
Leave your ass stank (Bow)
Robbin' the bank (Bank)
Pull out the banger (Raahhh)
You was a stranger (Stranger)
We don't relate (No)
Racks in the... (Rack)
Racks in the safe (Safe)
Steak on my plate (Steak)
My sons are Dons (Dons)
My bitch Amazon (Bad)
My plug is hund (Plug)
She fuckin' for some
[Verse 2]
At 17, I wanted everything that was in store
At 23, I bought it all just to make sure, yeah, yeah
Fuck a delay (Yeah)
They gotta pay (Yeah)
Like it's back in the day (Ayy)
Racks in the (What?)
Racks in the safe (Safe)
Look at my face (Jheeze)
Up there with the greats (Uh)
Steps that I take
You can't retrace (Nah)
Young Metro on bass (Bass)
Me, I'm just based (Based)
Can't afford no mistakes
Everything just in case
Billboard where I play
They welcome me, I overstay
I'm a huncho, I'm the boss
My set takin' off
Polo used to be Lacoste
Water used to be the tap, nigga, not the Voss
Damn, things changed (Changed)
I'm so awake (Woke)
You take the bait (Bait)
You get replaced
You do the math, nigga
On 88 dates (Cash)
The take-home was crazy
I take home your baby, yeah!
[Outro]
At 23 I bought it all, just to make sure, yeah, yeah!
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
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No Complaints
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Chorus]
Bang outside, I hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
Bang outside, I hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
Bang outside, hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
Bang outside, hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
[Verse 1]
13, got my first stripe, nigga (First stripe)
Glenwood Road, where they shiest', nigga
Slaughter Gang so I keep a knife, nigga
We was broke so all we ate was rice, nigga
Paid the J's to cut on my mama's lights, nigga
Come get your bitch, she tryna spend the night, nigga (Straight up)
You a bitch, that make her a dyke, nigga (Pussy)
All these bodies, I can't sleep at night, nigga
Y'all must thought that I was gon' whisper the whole time (21)
I ran out of weed, I sent your bitch out of town (On God)
Gave her fifteen hundred and she came back with pounds (Straight up)
Rappers think they it, but they really just clowns (On God)
Gucci store, a hundred thou', that's just in a day (On God)
Always cheatin', I'm a dog, think I need a cage (On God)
Savage loaded, chips and dip, I'm not talkin' 'bout Lays (21)
Throwback Rafs, call 'em retros, I'm not talkin' 'bout J's (21)
First name 21, last name Hefner, I got too many freaks (21)
Levi jeans, low self-esteem, he on BlackPeopleMeet (21)
Look like Mýa, she's on fire, who got the keys to my Jeep? (Straight up)
Who want smoke 'cause I want smoke, I had a wet dream about beef (21)
[Chorus]
Bang outside, hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
Bang outside, I hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
[Verse 2]
Kids see my car, they get to playin' Bingo (Skrrt skrrt)
Off-brand rappers stealin' all the lingo (I did that first)
Thirty on my hip, the label want a single (On God)
I green light hits, I don't make jingles (Straight up)
Shut your damn mouth 'fore you drop, nigga (Drop, nigga)
Last nigga dissed me, he dropped, nigga (Straight up)
I want smoke, nigga, all, nigga (On God)
Savage kill all of his opps, nigga (21)
Smoke the mall last week, ball nigga (21)
Slaughter Gang, yeah, we brawl, nigga (Straight up)
4L Gang, lot of shots, nigga
Savage kill all of his opps, nigga (Pussy)
[Outro]
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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Don’t Come Out the House
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Part I]
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, two
(Metro)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Drank and dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
Hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (Super)
Boominati turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (Metro)
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
I'm on that dope again, I'm on that flow again
Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah (Switch it)
Fly than a parachute, grippin' that pole again
I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)
King of the streets (Yeah), young nigga made
Sprayin' up the crowd (What?), take it to thе grave
Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barrе
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, better take it to war (Yeah)
Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad
Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in a 'gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car
I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow
I put a brand new Rollie on your arm
Ain't movin' slow, but I'm still on oil (Skrrt)
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost (Frost)
Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (All the way up)
Step up the swag when I step on a broad
[Verse 2]
Two dollar half, ooh, that's the cheapest one
Stackin' these hundreds up, like coupons
Told you from the begin, upper echelon
I get to stackin' up, I'm untouchable
I get to represent, money multiple
I'm at the top of the charts, unapproachable
Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor
Tic-Tac-Toe, kill another vulture
Sellin' the bowls, bitch do yoga
I deserve awards, servin' these boulders
A hundred grand large when I shop, that's the total
Fill up the garage, bitch, I'm a mogul
Ain't no facadin', ain't no fugazi
I jump it off, I get paid
Drop top Royce, I'm goin' crazy
I push off, smokin' on haze (Woah)
Not tryna floss, Cartier shades
[Chorus]
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)
King of the streets (Yeah), young nigga made
Sprayin' up the crowd (What?), take it to the grave
Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, better take it to war (Yeah)
Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad
Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in a 'gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car
I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow
I put a brand new Rollie on your arm
Ain't movin' slow, but I'm still on oil (Skrrt)
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost (Frost)
Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (All the way up)
Step up the swag when I step on a broad
[Part II]
[Intro]
Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero
Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain
[Verse]
Soon as you up, these niggas wanna bring you down
The weight of the world sit on my shoulders, hold the crown
I ain't got a cape so I can't save you now
Niggas wanna hate (Yeah), would rather see you drown (Drown)
And the world keep spinnin' (Yeah)
Like I'm the only one in it (Am I the only one?) Why?
They don't wanna see you winnin' (No, no, no, no, yeah-yeah)
So who's really the villain? (Yeah, yeah, ooh)
Who's the villain? Who's the villain?
[Outro]
Live long enough to see yourself become a villain
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Superhero (Heroes & Villains)
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
Yeah, ooh
Metro and Wheezy
Boominati way, uh
(We've done it with robotic arm on the space shuttle
We’ve done it with direct launch of modules)
Prepare for lightspeed
[Chorus]
Bought a spaceship, now I'm a space cadet (Space cadet)
Big white mansion is my habitat (Habitat)
Aim a lot of sticks like it's laser tag (Laser tag)
Fuck a rich bitch, havin’ rich sex (Rich sex)
Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant (Weed plant)
Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? (Where the lean at?)
Sleepin' on these G's, it's a beanbag (Beanbag)
Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack (Cool rack)
[Verse 1]
Check came from my fans, life is fantastic (Fantastic)
I was broke as hell, sleepin' on the mattress (On the mattress)
I felt like it's Hell, wasn't nobody happy
Hot shells jumpin' out the semi-automatic (Hot shells)
Ran it up, bought a condo, got a new addy (Ran it up)
Lotta VVs with a Vlone jean jacket (VVs)
They can’t see me, even if you had 3D glasses (3D glasses)
Bad bitch in a bikini, she from Calabasas (Calabasas)
Got a pocket full of blue cheese and some green relish
I’m a psycho for these hundreds, got a cash fetish (Cash fetish)
I've been studyin’ these hundreds, I'm a mathematic (Mathematic)
And this love make me wanna buy my dad a Caddy (Woo)
Tesla got me geeked up, I don't need an Addy (Don't need an Addy)
Dracos let these niggas know we war-ready (’Cos)
Expensive clothes on my bitches, we ain't ball-cappin'
Alien, feel like I'm livin' on my own planet
[Chorus]
Bought a spaceship, now I'm a space cadet (Space cadet)
Big white mansion is my habitat (Habitat)
Aim a lot of sticks like it's laser tag (Laser tag)
Fuck a rich bitch, havin' rich sex (Rich sex)
Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant (Weed plant)
Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? (Where the lean at?)
Sleepin' on these G's, it's a beanbag (Beanbag)
Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack (Cool rack)
[Verse 2]
Chanel shoes overseas, they was patent leather
Shop in Tokyo, Japan, they the best ever
Blueberry t-shirt, sleeve vanilla
Hard-top turn the vert, ride in any weather
You ain't gotta bend down, this ain't a propeller
Me and Wheezy spent a dime coppin' Gucci sweaters
Steady drippin', nigga drownin', I cannot help him
We some Boominati gods, we are not the devil (Boominati)
Got Colombiana ties out in Mexico (Mexico)
Wash the Benz a hundred times, still smell dope (Smell dope)
Got some pants from Philipp Plein feel like velcro
My bitch fine and love shoppin' at Rodeo (Yeah)
I be iffy, don't want cop if it's a day old
I ain't stingy, my bro gonna get a payroll
I just want the pretty women and the pesos
I can only hear the engine in this Lambo
[Chorus]
Bought a spaceship, now I'm a space cadet (Space cadet)
Big white mansion is my habitat (Habitat)
Aim a lot of sticks like it's laser tag (Laser tag)
Fuck a rich bitch, havin' rich sex (Rich sex)
Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant (Weed plant)
Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? (Where the lean at?)
Sleepin' on these G's, it's a beanbag (Beanbag)
Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack (Cool rack)
Bought a spaceship, now I'm a space cadet (Space cadet)
Big white mansion is my habitat (Habitat)
Aim a lot of sticks like it's laser tag (Laser tag)
Fuck a rich bitch, havin' rich sex (Rich sex)
Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant (Weed plant)
Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? (Where the lean at?)
Sleepin' on these G's, it's a beanbag (Beanbag)
Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack (Cool rack)
[Outro]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah
No, no
(New coupe, I'm a space cadet, yeah)
No, no
(Metro bought two Pateks, boom)
No, no
(Wheezy drippin', got these niggas wet, huh)
No, no
(He on the Boominati way)
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Space Cadet
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
We done did so much around the law (21)
I done seen so much I shouldn't've saw (Straight up)
Tatted teardrops, call Niagara Falls (Straight up)
It been up and down but never fall (On God)
I been at the lab behind the wall (21)
I been at the lab behind the—
[Chorus]
Ratchet bitches wanted Frenchy's, not Philippe
That's the type to put me in my mood (In my mood)
She know that I'm mobbin', she come cool for me
She know how to put me in my groove (On God)
I know it's a lot that you can learn from me
It's just one thing that you gotta prove (Straight up)
If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me?
I might need a extra foot or two (Straight up)
Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin' me
I might need a extra foot or two (Foot or two)
They might havе to go and build a house for me
I might need a extra foot or— (21)
[Verse 1]
Crib samе size as the Galleria (Galleria, phew)
Spanish model with me, call her "Señorita" (Señorita, phew)
I done fell in love with a hood girl
She be puttin' syrup in her margaritas (Margarita, phew)
Bought my college vibe a brand new Birkin (On God, phew)
On the weekend, she be twerkin' (Straight up, phew)
Take a shower in the Maybach, it got curtains (21)
Leave your phone in your purse, you makin' me nervous (Lil' bitch, phew)
Saint Laurent Don fresher than detergent (I be clean, phew)
Got a crush on this waitress, hope she serve me (Nah mean? Phew)
Porsche headlights on, Kermit the Frog (21, 21, phew)
Michael Vick, number seven, I'm a dawg (Big dawg, phew)
[Chorus]
Ratchet bitches wanted Frenchy's, not Philippe (Ah)
That's the type to put me in my mood (Yeah)
She know that I'm mobbin', she come cool for me (Ah, ah)
She know how to put me in my groove (Yeah)
I know it's a lot that you can learn from me (Ooh)
It's just one thing that you gotta prove (Ah, ah)
If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me? (Ah, ah)
I might need a extra foot or two (Ah, ah, oh)
Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin' me (Ooh)
I might need a extra foot or two (Ooh)
They might have to go and build a house for me (Ooh)
I might need a extra foot or— (Ooh)
[Verse 2]
We done did so much around the law
Stay up to forget 'bout what I saw
Powers keep increasin' by the bar
Shit don't make you sleepy after all
Shoppin' in my closet, not the mall
Openin' my mouth, a disco ball
I extend the marble on the wall
I been into designin' it all, all, all
Water down her eyes, Niagara Falls
Got too many numbers; who to call?
Made too many ways for you to cross
Now we lookin' down and then we ball, ball, ball
[Outro]
Villains don't perceive themselves as wrong
And all heroes do not wear capes
Villains are made, not born
Most times, the villain and the hero's beginnings, unlike their endings, take nearly identical shape and form
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Niagara Falls (Foot or 2)
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Metro
[Chorus]
Keep the bitch ju-u-ump, keep it on ju-u-ump (Jump)
Keep the bitch ju-u-ump
I caught it cool, for a ten
The bitch get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, I beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
[Verse 1]
When the car's lit, better call in
She done popped all out, she done called twin
I done went too spazzed out, I put the raw in
I done hit the strip club and spent a tall ten
Lil' shawty off the Clicquot
She been comin' hot just like a hеat stroke (Heat stroke)
I could see you lurkin' through thе peephole
I'm stackin' different money, type of C notes (C notes)
I'm talkin' C notes, nigga, hit C notes
[Pre-Chorus]
You spend what you want and you get what you want
I guess you got what you wanted
You're hittin' the pole and you give it your all
Now, you keepin' it honest (Yeah)
It's too many nights I went nameless
It's too many nights I went famous
It's too many nights I went brainless
Sayin', "Uh-uh-uh-uh" (Yeah)
Let's get dru-u-unk
[Chorus]
Keep the bitch ju-u-ump (Keep jump)
Keep the bitch ju-u-ump (Keep jump)
Keep the bitch—
I caught it cool, for a ten
The bitch get loose, she tryna win
I beat her out the house, I beat her in
There's money in the couch, I let her spend
[Verse 2]
You made a hundred and you fall back
Need you on a call back
Knowin' that you're all that, bae
Oh, it's two-hundred on your dashboard
Stampin' out your passport
Ask me if I'm really okay
[Bridge]
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
[Chorus]
Keep it on ju-u-ump (Jump)
Keep it on ju-u-ump
[Interlude]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on ju-u-ump)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on ju-u-ump)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on ju-u-ump)
Ooh-ooh (Hahaha)
[Outro]
Bottega Veneta whenever you ride with me
It ain't like I'm askin' you to ride for free
From trappin' to rappin', need to be proud of me (Proud of me)
Pack out the studio and throw parties (Throw parties)
Money comin' too fast, I can't slow it (I can't slow it)
Feel like I'm runnin' from my past, I can't slow down
Too many nights, 'bout to crash (Skrrt)
Now I'm buyin' the foreigns, all cash
I can't slow down
|
Too Many Nights
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Did you forget? Do it for life
Chicago that time, all bullshit aside
Wonderful vibe, wonderful night (Yeah)
Did it with tribe
All I can hear is you and I
Up in this club, bumpin' and grind
Who made it flood? You see the signs (Sign)
Signs, signs, signs (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
We pulled out the feathers for this type of weather
She pulled to the club to bust up a dub
She came with her man, I called in a sub
She givin' out hugs, we know 'bout them hugs
She put in my hand, don't know what it was
She know some the fam, but don't know enough (Enough)
My trust is in "In God We Trust"
(Caught in a trance, it's givin' us)
Sippin' on Wock, don't do 'Tuss
She got her own fans, she need her a bus
Might give her a chance, it's givin' her— (Uh)
Out in a trance, it's givin' her— (Uh)
Not on no Xans, it's givin' her— (Uh)
Nigga with bands, it's givin' her— (Trance)
A nigga with plans, it's givin' her— (Uh)
Still in the gym, ain't did the implants
I like that for real, ain't givin' up
Like they know that you real, they give it up (Real)
Like if you got the steel, they give it up (Steel)
Takin' these Ms they givin' us
And run in the field like it's ten of us (Ten, ten, ten)
I'm cleanin' shit out like a enema
I make this shit look like a cinema (Ten, ten, ten)
(Caught in a trance, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Woah, take off the top, baby, let's ride
I'm with my dogs, I pick the side
She want the boss, the one own the tribe
I own the tribe, yeah
Arm out the window, just throw it when we ride
I bent the corner, scraped the wheel and the tires (Woo)
Put twenty hoes on a boat 'til they tired
Everybody on (On)
You know you need me, my nigga
Just keep this shit real, don't you cry, what you saw? (Need)
Who else fuck up the city like us? When it rain, it's a thunderstorm (Thunderstorm)
I party at Shabba in New York and LA where they keep on goin' to the dawn (Shabba)
200K what I'm on (Two hundred)
She lickin' all down my chest (Down my, lick down my chest, yeah, yeah)
I told her, "I ain't Slime, baby, call me SEX," yeah (I'm not Slime, just call me SEX)
It ain't no dope where I put these racks at, yeah (Ain't no dope where I put these racks)
If you my ho, I call you sexy, yeah (If you my ho, I call you sexy)
Got LA shit so bad, it's dangerous (Dangerous)
I backed out of the knot, she tried to tangle up (Uh)
She got Paris manners and it's so dangerous (Dangerous)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Outro]
Caught in a trance, it's givin' us (Yeah, ah)
Caught in a trance, it's givin' us (Ah, yeah, uh-huh)
Caught in a trance, it's givin' us (Ah)
Caught in a trance, it's givin' us (Ah)
Caught in a trance, it's givin' us (Ah)
Caught in a trance, it's givin' us (Ah)
Late night, late night, late night
To the side, to the side
Yeah, yeah, this side
You got riptide in mind
I move so far in time
I move so far in time (Ooh)
I been whipped up at night (Woah, ooh)
I been whipped up, in whip, whip
My fists up, in drive (Drive, ooh)
Drivin', **** up, in time (Ooh, yeah)
I been pimped up in night (Uh, ooh)
I been workin' in time (Ooh)
I been moved right inside (Ah, ah)
I've been just like— (Ooh)
It's this life, it's this life, it's this life
|
Trance
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever?
Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever?
Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever
Wonder why or where I am now?
Do you ever feel ashamed?
Do you ever feel ashamed?
Do you ever feel ashamed?
Do you even feel a thing?
[Verse 1]
Woo
Overtime and overdue (Due)
Ain't no sleep, that is old news (Old news)
Been outside, that's with the crew (Yeah)
Made my night up on the move (On the move)
In the morning, get the news (Check the news)
She come home, I heard the zoom (Skrrt, skrrt)
I step outside, I need my peace, yeah (Peace)
Take one down and hit my peak (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever?
Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever?
Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever
Wonder why or where I am now?
Do you ever feel a—
[Chorus]
I feel I overuse myself, I overuse myself
I feel, I mean I overdid myself, I overdid myself
I feel, I mean I overused my nights, I overdid my nights
I overdid my nights
[Verse 2]
Yeah, hit the lights, yeah, hit a right (Lights)
Took everything, ain't nothing left (Everything)
Count your blessings, count your steps (Straight up)
At your throat like we that strep
It's way too cold under this flesh (Yeah)
All week, we ball, but we don't mesh (Ball)
All week, we drink, leave us a mess (Drinking)
Down all my drugs, it is old news (Yeah)
[Bridge]
Oh, oh
Mhm mhm, hmm, hmm
[Outro]
I'm with Lil Harold (21), been with Nudy (On the low)
Them the ones, you see me when they all leave
The Glock on tip though (God), lit when we Chevy (21)
They already know it's not too many
About the clique though (Yeah), this shit been busy
Chasin' after paper, come and get me (Me)
Like I'm sick though, sippin' plenty (Sip)
We've been outside, goin' in (21)
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Overdue
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
You know the comedown, we really feeling soothing
The come-up got 'em all oozing
Took a one way to take it out of Houston
Took the Metro and we was still boomin'
[Chorus]
I just pour 'til I can't pour no more
I slow down but it ain't slow no more
I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more
I pour up 'til I can't pour no more
I slow down but it ain't slow no more
I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more
[Verse 1]
Nowadays, I be on ecstasy when I'm bored
I don't even know who keep it real anymore
All that living fast, pour the lean, make me slower
You know I ain't that nigga to be played, do your homework
If I could do it all over, I'd make the same mistakes
All that fucking over made me who I am today
Slidin' Maybach with the drapes, you can't see me pass
I was in the school on a C class
I tried the Perky but it ain't work, and I'ma still pop 'em
Drinking purple, smokin' purp, I need to see about it
All that pain, I'm poppin' molly like an antibiotic
I can't help it, I'm a zombie, I can't heal my heartache
[Chorus]
I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more
Tryna be sane but I can't hold no more
I wanted fame but I don't know no more
I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more
Tryna be sane but I can't hold no more
I wanted fame but I don't know no more
[Verse 2]
Tried love but I can't no more (Nah)
Tryna find loyalty, it ain't no more (Nah)
Told myself I wasn't gonna drink no more (On God)
It's like the styrofoam glued to me though (Straight up)
I feel weak for using drugs to ease the pain (21)
From the street, concrete in my vein (Straight up)
Lil bit of change make a nigga change (On God)
Different tax bracket but my number still the same (Facts)
I done seen dope turn a nigga who had hope
To a nigga with no hope, hung himself by a rope (Straight up)
No joke 'cause he didn't know the ropes
And he served an undercover, judge gave his ass a boat (Facts)
I done seen fame turn a nigga on his bro
Turn a bitch into a nigga, nigga turned into a ho (21)
Identity crisis, people don't know who they is
'Cause these bitches act like niggas
And these niggas act like hoes (Straight up)
Shooting for the moon but the stars just fine (21)
Tryna make a dollar and I'm short nine dimes (21)
You know I'm a hustler, I'ma grind 'bout mine (21)
Long as I got Metro, nigga I'm gon' shine
[Chorus]
I sip drank until I can't no more
Pour up the lean until I can't no more
One more cup, I think I just might snore
I sip drank until I can't no more
Pour up the lean until I can't no more
One more cup, I think I just might snore
I just pour 'til I can't pour no more
I slow down but it ain't slow no more
I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more
I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more
Tryna be sane but I can't hold no more
I wanted fame but I don't know no more
[Outro]
(Lord, save the world
Lord, save the world
Lord, save the world)
Lord, save the world (Lord, save the world)
Lord, save the world (Lord, save the world)
From this hunger for power (Lord, save the world)
From certain destruction's hour
Motherfuckers cannot listen to that fuckin' save the world shit
No, I don't like it
We are totally against that shit
You stream it, iPhone or your phone, whatever
I'm taking the shit and I'm here to tell you
I'm here to keep rap the fucking same
He's trying to save it, I'm not
You'll all be heroes
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No More
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more
Metro Boomin wa-a-a-a-ant more
Metro Boomin want some m-o-o-o-o-ore, more
(Yeah, yeah) Metro Boomin want some more
(Yeah, yeah) Metro Boomin wa-a-a-a-ant more, nigga
(Yeah, yeah) Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Look, look
[Verse]
(Yeah, yeah) I fucked her, then washed off my dick (Yeah, yeah) with the curtains inside of the Phantom
(Yeah, yeah) If he standing next to Young Thugger (Yeah, yeah), I train them to kill for the camera
(Yeah, yeah) You do not act grown when I'm 'round (Yeah, yeah), you lil' baby, you need you a Pamper
(Yeah, yeah) I'm one slimy motherfucker (Yeah, yeah), the devil ride my back like camels
(Yeah, yeah) I'm feelin' like Malcolm in the Middle (Yeah, yeah), these bitches, they surround me, they can't miss him
(Yeah, yeah) I'm slimy, man, I'll wipe a nigga nose (Yeah, yeah), the next time won't be a roll of tissue
(Yeah, yeah) A young nigga came a long way (Yeah, yeah) from standin' on the corner with them pistols
(Yeah, yeah) Hey, I bought her lot of MissMe jeans (Yeah, yeah), but I will never ever miss her (Damn)
I'm chillin' at the studio, these bitches wanna fuck on the banana boat (Ow)
I'm on the outskirt, chasin' after green, smokin' orange kush, feelin' like a cantaloupe (Ow)
I fell in love with Hannah Montana, all of her niggas dance at the cameras
I fucked her 'cause I slimed out her brother, then I pulled off and left the bitch with the 'nana (Chee)
Oh, then the devil done caught my soul, huh
Nigga, the devil done caught my soul, huh (What you know 'bout that?)
Hey, nigga, devil done caught my soul (What you know 'bout that?)
Nigga, the devil done caught my soul (What)
Soul, soul, soul, done caught my soul (Ow)
Ranned up my money, my diamonds come wet like a fisherman (Ow)
I catch your lil' bitch, and I take her to shop up at Wish and shit (Oh-ow)
I'm ballin', I never foul out, start with the figure eight (Oh-oh, oh-ow)
You pussy, you know you a cat, I see your whiskers, you might Tigger it (Chee, chee)
Room at the Intercontinental (What? What? Yeah)
Room at the Intercontinental (Swag)
Metro Rollie icy, it ain't December (Brrr, on God)
I wanna see all of the baddest bitches sprint (Woo, woo)
(Yeah, yeah) With her friends dancing with the pole inside the middle (Yeah, yeah, woo, woo)
(Yeah, yeah) Is it a parade? (Chee, chee, chee, yeah, yeah) Get 'em, nigga
(Yeah, yeah) Babysitter, drink vanilla (Yeah, yeah), what? We are realer, hey (Hey)
(Yeah, yeah) Fuck your mama, fuck your sister (Yeah, yeah), fuckin' kill her, hey (Hey)
(Yeah, yeah) RO'5 (Woo), caterpillar (Yeah, yeah, woo), rollin' with em, hey (Hey)
(Yeah, yeah) Found my rhythm, now that's his ass (Yeah, yeah), run and kick him, hey (Hey)
(Yeah, yeah) Hey, I say the truth because she's the truth (Yeah, yeah, hey)
(Yeah, yeah) Nigga creepin' in that coupe (Yeah, yeah), doesn't fit the roof (Woo, woo, skrt, skrt)
Talkin' shit, might drop, people listen to it, hey
I'm bangin' blood, I could never flu it
(I'm bangin' blood, I could never flu it)
(I'm bangin' blood, I could never flu it)
[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah) I fucked her, then washed off my dick (Yeah, yeah) with the curtains inside of the Phantom
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) If he standing next to Young Thugger (Yeah, yeah), I train them to kill for the camera
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) I'm feelin' like Malcolm in the Middle (Yeah, yeah), these bitches, they surround me, they can't miss him
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) A young nigga came a long way (Yeah, yeah) from standin' on the corner with them pistols
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) I'm chillin' at the studio (Yeah, yeah), these bitches wanna fuck on the banana boat
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) I'm on the outskirt, chasin' after green, smokin' orange kush (Yeah, yeah), feelin' like a cantaloupe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then I pulled off and left the bitch with the 'nana
(Yeah, yeah) Metro Boomin want some more
(Yeah, yeah) Metro Boomin wa-a-a-a-ant more
(Yeah, yeah) Metro Boomin want some m-o-o-o-o-ore (Yeah, yeah), more
(Yeah, yeah) Metro Boomin want some more
(Yeah, yeah) Metro Boomin wa-a-a-a-ant more, nigga
(Yeah, yeah) Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Metro Rollie icy, it ain't December
I wanna see all of the baddest bitches sprint
With her friends dancing with the pole inside the middle
Is it a parade? Get 'em, nigga
Get 'em, nigga
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) Get 'em, nigga
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The Blanguage
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
When you come back in here, we gon' be like, ayy!
Trust me, bitch, trust me
[Verse 1]
Hypnotize me with that motion
Girl, you might even provoke me
To spend, spend all I've got
I can get it back real quick
Give you an experience
Like you've never had before
Dreamcatcher on your thigh, yeah
How'd you get so fine, babe?
I can make you go night, night
I can make you go night, night
You be down for whatever
When I pour it up, I don't measure (Hey)
Say you love me five-ever
All of a sudden
Make this bitch jump like a step team
See my diamonds, can you say, "Wet dream"?
First, let me close the bamboo blinds
She don't say my name but she gonna scream it
[Refrain]
Dancin' in the strobe lights
With your eyes on me
I don't need to know your sign
Do you see somethin' you like?
[Chorus]
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
[Verse 2]
Hey, yeah!
I can't take your call, I need FaceTime
Rode the metro, took the bassline
Took all the good stuff, now it ain't mine (Hey)
You've been gone for forever
How much I miss your love, I can't measure (No)
Know you got it, nothin' special
But just for this night, go up a level (Hey)
When we pop outside, let you take lead (Lead)
She just treat the dick like a jetski (Skeet, skeet)
Models posted up like a set piece (Piece)
Where you get these from? I can't take these (Down, yeah)
I'm the one, number one
I've done finally found my home between the moon and the sun
Every time we come around, just know it move and it run
Man it's crazy, all my youngins gotta move with a gun
Drop it down, drop it down, way you do it
Know you come from out of town
I've been stuck off in my ways, I've been workin' on it
On some on my own time, don't be waitin' on me
I've been zoned out in the days, it's a head burst
I've been livin' through a maze on my Fred Durst
Get that shit from out my way, make the mess worse
To the A.M., I make my rounds
Not a peep, don't hear a sound
Now you know if you ain't know it, now you know
[Chorus]
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
Into, I know what you're into
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
Into, I know what you're into
I know what you're into
I know what you're into (Hey)
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Dreamcatcher
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
Listen (Listen)
Every story need a superhero and a villain
Now, introducin'
Metro motherfuckin' Boomin, nigga (Metro motherfuckin' Boomin, nigga)
[Verse]
Ah, yeah
They pray for the day that I lose it
But God gave me the power to use it
May've waited a while, but I'm on time, yeah
I glide through the rain and the fire
Take no days off, can't retire
Know you waited a while, but I'm on time
Oh, I'm on time, hey
Know you waited a while, but I'm on time
Oh, I'm on time, on time
Know you waited a while, but I'm on timе
(Time, time)
(May've waitеd a while, but I'm on time)
(May've waited a while, but I'm on time)
[Spoken Word]
You know what they say
If Young Metro don't trust you
Motherfucker, you better run
[Outro]
All the villains is grinnin', all my niggas is winnin'
Must I remind you one more time? Must I remind you niggas?
I gotta tell you niggas again
We gotta show them niggas again
We gotta—, we gotta—, hold on (P)
I'm done
I am done apologizing, I am done being persecuted for my strength
You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me
You need me to save you, you do
I am the only one who possibly can
You're not the real heroes; I'm the real hero
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On Time
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
After laughter comes tears
After laughter comes tears
It's just hope, you gon' end up feelin' sorrow
[Chorus]
Melatonin, baby, take it this time
We don't wanna end up hurtin' tomorrow
Long term or temporary, I can't decide
How much of my love can you borrow?
Tighten up, baby, yes I fell for you almost
Tried my best to build you up from the bottom
[Verse 1]
She wetter than a river
Body say so much, she got me off the bottle
I'm finally freed up
She freaky as fuck, I leave, she gon' follow
She gave me a sign
My fingers on her panty line
Rollin' up a dandelion
Took a sec' just to catch the vibe
Second guessin', that's something I never wanna do
Crack under pressure, that's something I'm never gonna do
[Verse 2]
Baby girl, just turn off the light, turn off the light
Baby, show me love, baby, turn off the light
Baby, ease my stress, baby, turn off the light
Baby, back it up, don't turn up the fight
Turn off the light, my girl, say you're fine
I need that energy, I need that energy tonight
Gyal, keep it cold and bun up the vibe
Say, me no gon' live tonight, girl turn up the vibe
Say, me no gwaan fight every day
Love it when we play, love it when we, yeah, yeah
Say, me wan' vibe on replay
Leave me dumb crazy, love me, baby, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
I'm callin' it quits
Leave that for my ex
We flipped the whole script
I couldn't even risk it
I don't give hints
Goodbye, she was gone by six
I couldn't read lips
It's hard when I'm twisted
|
Borrowed Love
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
Oh, oh-oh-oh (Feel the fire)
Ooh-ooh, feel the fire
Don't try to play with my emotions, yeah
My-my, woah
[Chorus]
Why we greedy like wolves?
Adam, Eve with the fruit
Why we need new-new? (Ah, ah)
Only got two seats (Ah, ah), why we need new coupe?
Only got two feet (Yeah, yeah), why we need new shoes?
Papa need new shoe, baby need new shoes
I'ma need new shoes, Birkenstock, fifty G's new shoes
Metro got this shit boomin' (Boomin')
On the E like Q
Pearly Jesus pieces, what would Jesus do?
[Verse 1]
Rocky, why they wanna be like you?
Metro, why they wanna be like you?
Hello, why they wanna be like you? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Magazine like you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
GQ, yeah, I'm G like Q (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Shittin' on 'em, smell like P like U (You ain't know, there he go)
Switch it on 'em, we about to make a movie (You ain't know? There he go)
Got a green light too (You ain't know? There he go)
On a G like five (You ain't know? There he go)
Watch it, green like slime (You ain't know? There he go)
I might G like slide (You ain't know? There he go)
She want me right now (You ain't know? There he go)
Hands up, show your diamonds (You ain't know? There he go)
Have a dance-off (You ain't know? There he go, bling)
Show your weapon, have a standoff (You ain't know? There he go, frrp, frrp)
Pussy poppin' on her handstand with her pants off
[Verse 2]
Mama told me, "Go and get it" (Mama)
I was tryna get a ticket (Get it)
Commas, commas, it's some digits (Digits)
Been thinkin' 'bout it for a minute (Yessir)
You lookin' at a lieutenant (Lieutenant)
Icey igloo on a pendant (Ice)
She couldn't even finish her sentence
Everyday, money get printed (Frrp)
We the one they wanna be (Be)
Like the letter after A (Ayy)
I bought my bitch a new C (Chanel)
Then I took her to the D (Let's go)
Said she wanna take a E (Okay)
Don't go nowhere without my F&N (Brrt)
No Givenchy, I'm a G (G)
They don't want smoke or the heat (Ha)
I just kept stackin' like Money Mitch (Mitch)
Name a nigga not me (I'll wait)
Out the country pushin' P (Push)
It's quiet right now in the streets (Shh)
Trick or treat? (Why?)
'Cause I had bought her a V (Skrrt)
Why wouldn't I when you got money to spend?
No sleep (Nah), X out the Z's
[Verse 3]
Corner store, marketplace (What?)
The corner store how it start (Uh)
High roller, high stakes (Yeah)
Cluckin' chicken (Yeah), gotta watch out for the pork (Yeah, yeah, uh)
That's the most important part (Yeah, uh)
Started out, we was only makin' art (Yeah, uh)
Gotta say it from your heart (Yeah)
Most of you niggas lack that, get backstabbed
Bodybag, toe tag, worst body parts in the cast
Smash that, Glock and gloves, mask that
Shorty asked my Apple Pay and Cash App (Hol' up)
[Chorus]
Why we greedy like wolves?
Adam, Eve with the fruit
Why we need new new?
Only got two seats, why we need new coupe?
Only got two feet, why we need new shoes?
Papa need new shoe, baby need new shoes
I'ma need new shoes, Birkenstock, fifty G's, new shoes
Metro got this shit boomin' (Boomin')
On the E like Q
Pearly Jesus pieces, what would Jesus do?
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Feel The Fiyaaaah
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
What's this life really worth
When you're stuck in a hearse?
Yeah (Dead or alive)
Metro Boomin (Dead or alive)
HEROES & VILLAINS, brodie (Dead or alive)
Somebody gotta be bad, somebody gotta be good, you feel me? (Dead or alive)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Own a label, I gotta get smarter (Spider)
I don't trust women, so I thank God that I had some daughters (Woo)
I'm the youngest, but yet I'm richer than every one of my brothers (Let's go)
I took flawless baguettes and put it on my mama and father
L.A., I get my pills from a doctor
Pimpin' a couple of bitches at Copper
I didn't like that pic, now crop it
You talkin' 'bout a check, now stop it
Water slip off my wrist, it's droppin'
Now I got a couple baguettes in my pocket
Big B, I been rockin' Chanel, then throwin' up Cs and that's for Charlie, ha
Point it out, you know I'ma buy it
Yeah, I was livin' my life on a yacht (Uh)
I ain't takin' my chain off, thot (Nah)
Like the way that you suckin' my cock (Woo-woo)
Got some Act', then let's go get a pop (Let's go)
Took the latch off and went to the top (Let's go)
Niggas tried to say that I wasn't hot
Now they say I don't belong in this spot, ha, uh
[Chorus]
Metro, Metro, Metro bought me a painting from Basel (Woo)
I went two-tone on my bezel, Baccarat the candles
Maybach, gettin' me some top, meanwhile I flip the channel
Bigger than the president, now my whole life a scandal, yeah
Spider, spider, spider, please dismiss these writers, yeah
Caught up with your wifey and one night her, ayy
I put that shit on, I'm a fuckin' striker
Yeah, leather on, leather on leather like a fuckin' biker
[Verse 2]
Yeah, droppin' the top on the Lambo', know it's a 'mando, yeah
Yeah, whole life still a gamble, mob life just like Sopranos
Yeah, Gallery Department, no sandals, and it's camo
My wrist is a chandelier, no beer over here, rock crocodile sandals all year
Better have manners right here, my family right here, nigga, both of my parents right here
Droppin' my album this year, nobody gettin' spared, nigga, both of my banners right there
Know you see the fish-bowl tint and the motor geeked up, that's a motherfuckin' cam right there
Know you see the blam right there, they ain't playin' right there, they'll pull up in a Sedan right there
Hundred bands sittin' right there, you ain't gettin' no smoke, you a run for a band right there
All yo' opps in your face and you runnin' 'round this place, we ain't gettin' yo' man right there
I put the rose, rose, diamonds to poke in my motherfuckin' nose
She my sex slave, and she still don't let me pay though
[Chorus]
Metro, Metro, Metro bought me a painting from Basel (Metro)
I went two-tone on my bezel, Baccarat the candles
Maybach, gettin' me some top, meanwhile I flip the channel
Bigger than the president, now my whole life a scandal, yeah
Spider, spider, spider, please dismiss these writers, yeah
Caught up with your wifey, and one night her, ayy
I put that shit on, I'm a fuckin' striker, yeah
Leather on, leather on leather like a fuckin' biker
[Outro]
I been fresh as hell every time you see me on sight
Anything happen, my kids got Ms so everything alright
I done got used to takin' pills and bein' up all night
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
|
Metro Spider
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Chorus]
Not done fightin'
I don't feel I've lost
Am I dreamin'?
Is there more like us?
Got me feelin'
Like it's all too much
I feel beaten
But I can't give up
I'm still fightin' (Metro)
I don't feel I've lost
Am I dreamin'?
Is there more like us?
Got me feelin'
Like it's all too much
I feel beaten
But I can't give up
[Verse 1]
Uh, wakin' up, feelin' like the thankful one
Count up my ones, lacin' up my favorite 1s
One-of-a-kind, one of one, the only one
Got one shot and one chance to take it once
Kiss my mama on the forehead, 'forе I get the code rеd
'Cause I was born, bred to go in, toast ready
Swing by 410, beef patty, cornbread
In the concrete jungle, where my home is
All get focused, all raise your toastes
The nickname: Mr. Keen-To-Do-the-Mostest
I was livin' down bad in my folks' crib
Now I'm laughin' to the bank and the joke is
Did more things than folks did, or folks get
We been gettin' this fly since some poor kids
My rich friends and my broke friends coexist
They love to mix, and we know what it is
[Chorus]
Not done fightin'
I don't feel I've lost
Am I dreamin'?
Is there more like us?
Got me feelin'
Like it's all too much
I feel beaten
But I can't give up
I'm still fightin'
I don't feel I've lost
Am I dreamin'?
Is there more like us?
Got me feelin'
Like it's all too much
I feel beaten
But I can't give up
[Verse 2]
I can't find it in myself
To just walk away
I can't find it in myself
To lose everything
Feel everyone's against me, don't
Want me to be great
Things might look bad, not afraid
To look death in the face
I'm good now (Now, now)
Who's really bad?
I choose me now (Now, now)
What's wrong with that?
Wish you could see me now, now
Mmm, who had my back?
Ain't belong, no love lost
Good always will win
[Chorus]
Not done fightin' (Fightin')
I don't feel I've lost (Feel I've)
Am I dreamin'? (Dreamin')
Is there more like us? (More like)
Got me feelin' (Feelin')
Like it's all too much
I feel beaten (Beaten)
But I can't give up (Can't give)
I'm still fightin'
I don't feel I've lost
Am I dreamin'?
Is there more like us?
Got me feelin'
Like it's all too much
I feel beaten
But I can't give up (Can't give)
[Outro]
Up
Can't give, can't give
Up
Can't give, can't give
Up
Can't give, can't give
Up
Can't give up
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Am I Dreaming
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
(Metro)
Like I know you want
She sit in here for hours, even 'til I’m done
It was all cool when it was just for fun
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon’ shoot you)
[Verse 1]
Too much here on your mental
Gotta switch up the tempo
Daddy callin' in ten fo'
Show us here what that Benz for
I'm locked into your info
I'm 'bout to jump out the window
[Chorus]
I seen too many worlds, and I
Want you to be my girl, and I
Know I gotta keep them drugs around me
I gotta keep a couple plugs around me
I, I seen way too many worlds, and I, and I
Want you to be my girl, and I
Know I keep a couple drugs around me
I gotta keep a couple plugs around me
[Verse 2]
Now you wanna talk when the money come in
Niggas went bad, they goin' out sad, they never gon' win
I been goin’ like ten for tеn
Get it on movie, get it on film
Gеt it on movie, get it on film
Pour my cup way above the brim
I went and got the cut with the all-white trim
Finna go and dunk way above the rim
Gutter nights, it was hard to flip
Niggas was lit when the hard hit
I ain’t think twice whenever I'd get it
I was goin’ Shiest' with the all-black fitted
[Bridge]
I was goin' Shiesty in all-black
I was on ten when you called back
Had to think twice and you fall back
I hit a mean lick and it was all racks
I was goin' Shiesty in all-black
I was on ten when you called back
Had to think twice and you fall back
I hit a mean lick and it was all racks
[Outro]
Heroes are inspired
Emerging only when needed
Revealing themselves to the world in a moment marked by the realization of their ultimate destiny
With backs against the wall, they ascend the winding path of their own fate
Barely knowing the ledge, despite coping with living their whole life as two halves
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Around Me
|
Metro Boomin
|
[Intro]
Thugger
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
808 Mafia
Uh, uhh
Sonny Digital
This beat is so, so Metro
[Chorus]
Thugger
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga (Metro, Metro)
TM want some more, nigga (808)
Sonny Digital want some more, nigga (S Deezy)
Thugger Thugger want him some more, lil' nigga (Sheesh)
We make bitches do our chores, nigga
I done drunk like ten thousand 4s, nigga
I got racks comin' out my pores, nigga
[Verse 1]
Thugger
We the realest, bitch we the livest (Hahahaha)
Every time you be: 'Young thug, I got them thousands' (Rackades)
I'm loving my round and I'm loving my round, yes I'm loving my round (Slimer)
I get all them pounds and I stuff 'em right down then I head to your town (Skrt)
I used to sell Alka-Seltzer Plus Thugger don't tell 'em
I cannot hide it they see all these bezzles
I'm fresh out the kitchen y'all know that they smell 'em
Young migo', young migo', young migo
Young Thugger, young migo, Young Thugger, Young Thugger (Young nigga)
I'm a stoner, catch yo' baby girl and bone her
I'm a dog, I'ma catch your baby girl and bone her
Bite that puss', now she need a lil' tush (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Aye, Thugger
I bleed for my brothers (Bleed, bleed)
I'm not Casino, but Thugger be killin' it, killin' it, killin' it
I ran up all of my bands, now all my gators got Syphilis
Yes I bought your ho some earrings do not think they came from Tiffany
They made 'em in Italy
Your bitch out my Porsche
Weed stankin' sit it out the door
Buy you a ten thousand dollar Ford
Put that bitch right on the street and said it's yours
[Outro]
I mean... Who wouldn't want me man?
I bet one of them motherfuckers want me man
Come on man
Bome on man (Slatt, slatt)
Are you serious? (Slatt, slatt)
Hahaha (SLIIIIIIIME)
Sike
I'm Pippen, I'm Scottie, Hi Scottie
Take off on body
Oops, I'm 'bout it
Master P voice, Master P choice
More guns force
Hahaha, fucker (For real)
Ayy sucker (Hahaha)
Ayy sucker (You see this crazy beat?)
Fuckin sucker (I love it)
Hey
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Some More
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Metro Boomin
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[Intro]
(Metro)
[Chorus]
Drop top in rain, this night feel insane
I'm up dodgin' raindrops, on road in this Range (Rain, rain)
Double cup this pain, I'm fucked up, I can't aim
Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this in
I throw it, recoup it, I got a check, I just had to do it
I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it
It make you crash when you goin' through it
Pill pop the pain (Yeah), piss purple rain
Do this again, hilltop, Skylaning (It's lit)
[Verse 1]
You get chills, that's alright
You stayed down, down for life
Out the field, in the wild
Up my hill, it's a mile
You come still with a smile
I ain't feel in a while
New AP, no Timex (Ayy, ayy)
I'm right now and I'm next (Oh)
Put the whole game on my neck (Ooh)
I run it up hills and chiropractor bills
You should charge mills
Wherever I reside, it's quiet (Shh)
Private (Shh), silence (Shh)
But every time, 9 PM, it's high-pitched (It's lit)
12 o'clock (Lit), riot
[Chorus]
Drop top in rain (Yeah), this night feel insane
I'm up dodgin' raindrops, on road in this Range (It's lit)
Double cup this pain, I'm fucked up, I can't aim (Straight up)
Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this in (Ooh)
I throw it, recoup it, I got a check, I just had to do it
I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it
It make you crash when you goin' through it
Pill pop the pain (Yeah), piss purple rain
Do this again, hilltop, Skylaning (It's lit)
[Verse 2]
When it kick back, got some recoil
Had to run it back, made a sequel
Way she did that, it can't be legal
Now she feelin' heiress, feelin' regal
Snuck the whole bird in the seagull
Dirty got me good, feelin' evil
Darkskin chick in the daytime (Ooh)
She turn off the news and give me headlines
Put it in their name, they're dodgin' fed time
Stash it in they face, somewhere they can't find
I'm wrappin' up the crib with the Grape Vines
Don't care 'bout what you heard through the grapevine
I'ma be the man, but I'm the mankind
You might feel insane but I'm insaner
[Chorus]
Drop top in rain, this night feel insane
I'm up dodgin' raindrops, on road in this Range (Rain, rain)
Double cup this pain, I'm fucked up, I can't aim
Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this in (Skrrt)
I throw it, recoup it, I got a check, I just had to do it
I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it
It make you crash when you goin' through it
Pill pop the pain (Yeah), piss purple rain
Do this again, hilltop, Skylaning (It's lit)
[Outro]
(Metro)
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Raindrops (Insane)
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Metro Boomin
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[Intro]
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, okay, okay
Big 4L, the biggest 4L
Pussy, 21
21
[Verse 1]
G-Block savage with the criminals (21)
Niggas throwin' shots, they subliminal (21)
Say that this a problem then we spin on 'em (On God)
Get the whole drum 'cause I'm generous (Straight up)
Put your name on the bullets while I'm fillin' 'em (Pussy)
All the opps scared 'cause we killin' 'em (Pussy)
Eastside vet, I'm a general (Pussy)
All my niggas twins, we identical (Pussy)
I put all the beef on the meat rack (Straight up)
Holes in his face, pull the sheet back (Facts)
His mama threw a candlelight, skeet that (Phew, phew)
Steppеd on her son, call DFAC (Pussy)
Paradise the wrong placе to creep at (On God)
He tellin' on the news, he a street rat (21)
Shoot the whole hundred, nigga, keep that (Pussy)
Pass the opp pack so I can chief that (Pussy)
[Chorus]
Wet 'em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (Say what? Yeah)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)
[Verse 2]
Give me more shooters, I need it
Give me more plates, know we greedy
We catchin' bodies, we fiendin'
They catchin' bodies, they dreamin'
And I just caught a body with your bitch, she ate semen (Uh-huh)
Suck me up, baby girl, ooh, she's a demon (Wow)
Say she love the money, I say she fiendin'
Set up her nigga, I'm plottin' and schemin'
Slimeball (Slime), bitch (Bitch)
Rich as a bitch and they broke like her nigga (Huh)
Sit in L.A., sendin' shots to the nigga
Cross the country, nigga sendin' them hitters (Kill 'em)
Nigga actin' country, play with me, nigga (Kill 'em)
Stick right here make some noise (Boom)
Grip on that bitch, hundred round, can't avoid (Wow)
Bitch shake the ground ain't attached to that boy (Mm)
We shook the crowd when we stepped on that boy
Different breed, different hitters, different killers (Yeah)
Glock .23 and it come with extendo (Yeah)
Switch on the bitch, finna whoop me a nigga (Brr, brr, brr)
Think I was his mama when I get done (Brr)
Leavin' no prints on the block (Yeah)
Leavin' a snitch on they block (Yeah)
We left some opps on our block (Yeah)
These niggas turnin' to cops (Yeah)
They be makin' song when their partner drop (Damn)
[Chorus]
Wet 'em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (Say what?)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)
[Verse 3]
Nigga say it's up, they be hidin' though (21)
I can put it on but I still got a stylist though (On God)
Party in the Hills, all the bitches got a powder nose
Call 'em "Bent over on the counter" hoes (Straight up)
Came from the bottom, nigga, I done reached a lot of goals
Reach for my chain, you get a lotta holes
Big 4L get 'em gone like, "Adiós"
Knock your hood down, nigga, domino (21)
I ain't really friendly, nigga, fuck 'em all (Pussy)
Clip full of hollows, I'ma bust 'em all (Pussy)
Send 'em up to God with a fuckin' call (Pussy)
Only time I ran is from the fuckin' law (Pussy)
Big 4L, she wanna suck us all (Pussy)
I got too much cash for a fuckin' mall (Pussy)
If she ain't my bitch then I ain't fuckin' raw (Pussy)
If she for the streets then I ain't fuckin' raw (Pussy)
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Umbrella
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Metro Boomin
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[Intro]
Gunna, Thugger
Slatt
Metro, Young Metro
[Chorus]
I fell in love with a lesbian (Yeah)
Came to knock on your door, baby, let me in (Let me in)
I should've learned my lesson then (Lesson then)
I didn't wanna keep goin', I was hesitant (Didn't wanna keep goin')
I tried to ignore the evidence (Ignore it)
But I'm gon' trust myself, ain't no better than (No better than)
Bought the Rollie two tone like the President (The President)
And it ain't been no back and forth ever since
[Verse 1]
Yeah, took the bitch on a trip, now she feelin' me (She feelin' me)
Exotic frame, a Filipin' (Frame)
No crease and no stain, I'm fresh and clean (No stain, fresh)
Ice out the chain with hella V's (Hella V's)
Rock the water like rain on a G-Star V (Wet, water)
I might start coppin' gold like I'm Mr. T (What?)
I wan' ride the new Rolls or that Bentley B (That Bentley B)
Yeah we gon' cop some Chanel, the double C (That double C)
I done bought her a bag, got her lovin' me (Yeah)
I'ma pop, I'ma flex like I'm Double D (Flex, wet)
I'ma hop on the jet, hit another city ('Nother city)
I got fans and got fans who gon' pay for me (They gon' pay for me)
I need my shit now, I can't wait a week (Can't wait a week)
I fuck on that kitty, she take it deep (She take it deep)
[Verse 2]
I killed the boy with no evidence
I paid my dues with like every cent (Slatt slatt slatt)
And since I'm fresh as a peppermint
Rich as they come, ain't no better man (Slatt slatt slatt)
I'm rockin' gold like a treasure chest (Slatt slatt slatt)
I'm rockin' gold like I'm leprechaun (I'm rockin' gold)
I got a stick with a magazine
Young nigga fly as a pelican (Slatt slatt slatt)
I treat my boys like they one of one
I treat these hoes like they one of one (Hoes)
I smoked your dawg and you owe him one (I smoked your dog)
I smell like dope when I woke up (I smell like dope)
I made a play at Katana
Man I had nothin' but gold with some bubblegum (Bubblegum)
I got a chain, that's another sun
And I just bought another, another one (Woo)
Shorty eatin' crepes, take me way in London
Bangin' hats in Dior like I'm Farrakhan (Farrakhan)
None of my hoes don't wear Fear of God
I was just runnin' sprints and some marathons (Marathons)
Pinstripe pants make me bigger (Make me bigger)
Take an X pill, didn't kill me (Didn't kill me)
Bought the dope, turned into a dealer (To a dealer)
Throw away all the Margielas (Uh uh uh)
Sped up, didn't take up, never let up (Let up)
I done ran them M's up, the letter (Letter)
Everything sprung, got it ghetto, uh
Ridin' with a bitch and my cutter (Erk)
'Bout to dress a bitch up and then cut her (Erk)
'Bout to feed you my pistol with diamonds (Yeah)
'Bout to pull up on you hoes with my brothers
[Chorus]
I fell in love with a lesbian (Yeah)
Came to knock on your door, baby, let me in (Let me in)
I should've learned my lesson then (Lesson then)
I didn't wanna keep goin', I was hesitant (Didn't wanna keep goin')
I tried to ignore the evidence (Ignore it)
But I'm gon' trust myself, ain't no better than (No better than)
Bought the Rollie two tone like the President (The President)
And it ain't been no back and forth ever since
I fell in love with a lesbian (Yeah)
Came to knock on your door, baby, let me in (Let me in)
I should've learned my lesson then (Lesson then)
I didn't wanna keep goin', I was hesitant (Didn't wanna keep goin')
I tried to ignore the evidence (Ignore it)
But I'm gon' trust myself, ain't no better than (No better than)
Bought the Rollie two tone like the President (The President)
And it ain't been no back and forth ever since
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Lesbian
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Metro Boomin
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[Intro]
(Metro)
[Chorus]
I just came to my senses (Yeah)
I stay in another dimension
Fear is non-existent (Existent)
Suit up and swing through the city (Ooh, hey)
Annihilate, I'm wide awake, be very afraid (Afraid)
I'm in my own world, give me space
I'm in my own universe, give me space (Space, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Weezy Carter, I'm 'bout to go Peter Parker
I'm Spider-Man, if he ain't me, he just a creepy crawler
Tunechi spark the lighter, pull up in a new Ferrari Spider
Spider web necklace with the diamonds
She'll turn to Spider-Woman if I bite her
I will not go back and forth with you
I see you got the black widow with you
You should've had a black hero with you
I give an opp arachnophobia
I've been litty since I flicked the lighter
Since I was an itsy bitsy spider
They've been tryna wash the spider out
I got spiders crawlin' out your mouth, Spider-Verse
[Verse 2]
I'm focused, I'm focused (Focused)
I'm chosen, I'm golden (Golden)
I'm stronger, on missions, ain't no foldin', a soldier (Soldier)
My vision persistent, I took the game, it's over (It's over)
I made a name, it's global (It's global), my enemy pass over (Hey)
I took the way to the top (Top), I had to learn to be smart (Smart)
I had to move with my heart, keepin' my eyes on the part
'Cause it get evil and dark (Evil and dark)
When it come to my opponents
I know how to beat 'em, I know to defeat 'em (Hey)
Livin' my life by the moment
Somebody callin', somebody gon' need 'em
[Verse 3]
Okay, we bounce and shake, we roll and rock
I got to set it straight, the block is hot
Something's come over me, I hit unlock
And tell my enemies, "I'll never stop"
No, no, nothing can shake me now
Tell the block I made it now
Yeah, the whole town is talking out
I swear, nothing can stop me now
All this, boosting all my senses
I won't start, but I finished
I shoot my shot, bet I won't miss it
Only way to go is go the distance
Nothing can shake me now
Nothing can break me down
Tell the whole town, we popping now
Nothing can shake me now
[Outro]
M.W.A. Music
This is unbelievable
This is the lobby
Oh
Welcome to Spider Society
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Annihilate (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse)
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Metro Boomin
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[Produced by DJ Premier]
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Black—it's time, word (Word, it's time, man)
Yeah, it's time, man (Aight, man, begin)
Yeah—straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap
Where fake niggas don't make it back
I don't know how to start this shit, yo—now;
[Verse 1]
Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm, I be kickin'
Musician, inflictin' composition of pain
I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine
Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme
Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a .9 and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit
Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped
Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin'
Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and
I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin
Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" — the MAC spit
Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip
Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!"
Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby
And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be
(So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us
.45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact
Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks
In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked
So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind
[Chorus]
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
[Verse 2]
Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's
Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
Investments in stock, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops
But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin'
Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta
In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back
Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
[Outro]
"Nasty Nas—"
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N.Y. State of Mind
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Nas
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[Produced by Ron Browz]
[Intro]
Fuck Jay-Z
What's up, niggas?
Ayo, I know you ain't talkin' about me, dawg (You? What?)
Fuck Jay-Z
You been on my dick, nigga
You love my style, nigga (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fuck Jay-Z
[Chorus]
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you, the king, you know you
(Not) God's Son across the belly
(Lose) I'll prove you lost already (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Brace yourself for the main event, y'all impatiently waitin'
It's like a AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best, Pac, Nas and B.I.G.?
Ain't no best, east, west, north, south, flossed out
Greetings, I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts left, chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage (Uh)
Burner at the side of your dome, come out of my throne
I got this locked since '91 (Uh), I am the truest
Name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters, but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it
[Chorus]
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you, the king, you know you
(Not) God's Son across the belly (Haha)
(Lose) I'll prove you lost already (Uh)
[Interlude]
Ayo, pass me the weed (Tsk, there you go)
Put my ashes out on these niggas, man (Ain't no doubt)
Ayo, you faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the motherfuckin' ring
[Chorus]
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you, the king, you know you
(Not) God's Son across the belly
(Lose) I'll prove you lost already
[Verse 2]
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (Uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back, but in my face
Y'all some well-wishin' (Bitch niggas), friendly-actin', envy-hidin' snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cock-a-Fella Records wanted beef (What?)
Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
To explode it on a camel (Haha) and his soldiers I can handle
This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid
When KRS already made a album called Blueprint (Dick)
First Biggie's your man, then you got the nerve to say
That you better than B.I.G., dick-suckin' lips (Ha)
Why don't you let the late, great veteran live?
[Interlude]
I will
Not lose (God's son across the belly, I'll prove you lost already), uh
The king is back
Where my crown at? (Ill Will)
Ill Will, rest in peace, let's do it, niggas
[Verse 3]
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother, you traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women
Were you abused as a child? Scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your building
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was give you a style for you to run with
Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz' chains, no TECs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars, Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I'll still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class?
You Tae-Bo ho, tryna work it out, you tryna get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna kick knowledge?
Nah, I'm tryna kick the shit you need to learn, though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow (Burn slow)
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy (Ill)
Rocafella died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all tryna take my spot, fellas?
Feel these hot rocks, fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks? (Girls, girls, girls, haha)
Negro, please, ha, you no-mustache-havin'
With whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans, you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Kane, to Irv, to B.I.G
And Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons, ha
R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label, gunned up and clapped quick
Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn, you on Jaz dick
So little Shawny's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips? (Nigga)
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
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Ether
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Nas
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[Produced by L.E.S. & Nas]
[Intro]
Ayo, what's up, what's up?
Let's keep it real, son, count this money
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, yeah)
Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause we spendin' these Jacksons (Yeah, yeah)
The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go
I'm sayin' that's what this is all about, right?
Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, then what, man, what?!
[Verse 1]
Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality
Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is money-orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters
But somethin' must've got in us, 'cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin
Others, such as myself, are tryin' to carry on tradition
Keepin' this Schweppervescence street ghetto essence inside us
'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though we know, somehow we all gotta go
But as long as we leavin' thievin', we'll be leavin' with some kind of dough
So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors
Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
[Chorus]
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
[Verse 2]
I woke up early on my born day; I'm twenty, it's a blessin'
The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and
My physical frame is celebrated 'cause I made it
One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from
My skull, 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects, flashin' my quick cash
And got my first piece of ass, smokin' blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance
Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds
I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "Fuck tomorrow!"
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is illmatic, keep static like wool fabric
Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage
[Chorus]
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
[Trumpet Outro]
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Life’s a Bitch
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Nas
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[Produced by Pete Rock]
[Chorus]
(It's yours)
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
(It's yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
[Verse 1]
I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged, then
Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I’m throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin'
Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin'
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timbs on my feets makes my cipher complete
Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep
I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
[Chorus]
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
(It's yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
[Verse 2]
To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (It's yours)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches, aimin' guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-gettin' style, rollin' foul
The versatile, honey-stickin', wild, golden child
Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days for broke days when sellin' smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesús, soakin' they sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas is slaughter
Thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection
Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead in right direction
How you livin'? Large or broke on charge cards and mediocre?
You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker?
[Chorus]
(It's yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
(It's yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
(It's yours)
[Bridge]
Break it down
It's yours, it's yours
It's yours, it's yours
[Verse 3]
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
‘Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbin' women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin' Big Willie style
Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge
Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames, plus the games people play
Bust the problems of the world today
[Chorus]
(It's yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
(It's yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (Yeah)
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
(It's yours)
[Outro]
(Break it down) Yeah, aight
To everybody in Queens, the foundation (It's yours)
The world is yours
To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (It's yours)
The world is yours
To everybody in Brooklyn
Y'all know the world is yours (It's yours)
The world is yours
Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (It's yours)
Long Island, yo, the world is yours (It's yours)
Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (It's yours)
South Bronx, the world is yours (It's yours)
Aight
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The World Is Yours
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Nas
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[Produced by Trackmasters]
[Verse 1]
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug
CB4 Gusto, your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out
Montana way, the Good F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Zé make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, 32 shotguns
Regulate with my thuns, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Then let me let y'all niggas know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin', Vegas-style, roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin' on Millenniums
20G bets I'm winnin' 'em, threats I'm sendin' 'em
Lex with TV sets—the minimum, ill sex adrenaline
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique with the semi TEC, who want it?
Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock, I lace 'em
Fried, broiled with basil, taste 'em
Crack they legs way out of formation
It's horizontal how I have 'em fuckin' me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon? Grab your gun, it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke MAC, it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs bug ‘cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
[Refrain]
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[Verse 2]
I peeped you frontin'
I was in the Jeep, sunk in the seat, tinted, with heat, beats bumpin'
Across the street, you was wildin', talkin' about how you ran the Island in '89
Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
I cocked the baby 9, that nigga gravy mine, clanked him
What was he thinkin' on my corner when it's pay-me time?
Dug 'em, you owe me, cousin, somethin' told me "Plug him!"
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped, son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came, askin' me my name, what the fuck?
I got stitched up, it went through, left the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had the drop, so how the fuck I get clapped?
Black was in the Jeep watchin', all he seen speed by was a brown Datsun
And yo, nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely, hear me?
So when I rhyme, it's sincerely yours
Be lightin' L's, sippin' Coors on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin' war, niggas I was cool with before
We used to score together Uptown, coppin' the raw
But, uh—a thug changes, and love changes
And best friends become strangers (Word up)
[Refrain 2]
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
[Outro]
Thug niggas
Yo, to them thug niggas gettin' it on in the world, you know?
To them niggas that's locked down
Doin' they thing, survivin', ya know'm sayin'?
To my thorough niggas, New York and worldwide
Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia
'96 shit, The Firm clique
Illmatic, nigga, It Was Written though
It's been a long time comin'
Y'all fake niggas, tryin' to copy
Better come with the real though, fake-ass niggas, yo
(They throw us slugs, we throwin' them back, what)
Bring the shit, man! Live, man!
(Fuck that, son, word up) '96 shit
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The Message
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Nas
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[Produced by Large Professor]
[Verse 1]
It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin'
Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion!
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin'
‘Cause in my physical I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell
[Verse 2]
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
School a fool well, you feel it like Braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic
I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik
Jam like a TEC with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me
I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose
Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell
[Verse 3]
This rhythmatic explosion
Is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
End like Leviathan, it's deep? Well, let me try again
Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop
I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot
Vocals will squeeze Glocks
MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tell
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It Ain’t Hard to Tell
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Nas
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[Produced by Q-Tip]
[Intro]
Word is bond, you got six years on that jack, kid and shit is real
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
You gon' check shit out, man
Ayo god man, give me a cigarette
Yo here you go, here you go, here you go
Check it out, man, check out what I got here, man
What is that, what? What's that?
Yo it's a letter I got from my man Nas, man
Word is bond, yo yo
What it say, kid?
[Verse 1]
What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid
When the cops came, you shoulda slid to my crib
Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done
Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son
I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough
He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff
I was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
It's bugged—plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime
Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry nines
And night time is more trife than ever
What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together?
If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to shove (One what?) One love!
[Refrain]
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
[Verse 2]
Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York, the same shit is goin' on
The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin'
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin'
That nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' somethin'
Word to mother, I heard him frontin'
And he be pumpin' on your block, your man gave him your Glock
And now they run together — what up, son? Whatever
Since I'm on the streets, I'ma put it to a cease
But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece
Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira
Better chill, 'cause them niggas will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote, you said they tried you in the showers
But maintain, when you come home, the corner's ours
On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the next V.I
I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home, I'll play it lowkey
So stay civilized, time flies, though incarcerated, your mind dive
I hate it when your moms cries
It kinda makes me want to murder, for real-a
I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love
[Verse 3]
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world, thinkin', "How can we exist through the facts?"
Written in school textbooks, bibles, et cetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the weekend, hittin' L's while I'm sleepin'
A two-day stay, you may say I needed time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home
You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible
Fuckin' with them corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to ten
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
Rollin' two phillies together, in the 'Bridge, we call 'em "oo-wops"
He said, "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was 'sleep
Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him
'Cause when the pistol blows, the one that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
Could have caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up
At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul
Only 12, tryna tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes
Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze
Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas: Try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for Jake, shorty wop, one love
[Outro]
To all my niggas locked up
From Queensbridge and all over
And to my man Goon, one love
To my man Herb, one love
To my man Lake Luciano, one love
Can't forget my motherfuckin' heart, Big Bo, one love
(One love, one love, one love, one love)
To Oogie, yeah, one love
(One Love)
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One Love
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Nas
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[Produced by Rashad Smith & Trackmasters]
[Intro]
Life
I wonder
Will it take me under?
I don't know
[Verse 1]
Imagine smokin' weed in the street without cops harassin'
Imagine goin' to court with no trial
Lifestyle, cruisin' blue Bahama waters
No welfare supporters, more conscious of the way we raise our daughters
Days are shorter, nights are colder
Feelin' like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
The world's hot, my son got knocked, evidently
It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually
Troopin' outta state for a plate of knowledge
If coke was cooked without the garbage, we'd all have the top dollars
Imagine everybody flashin' fashion
Designer clothes, lacin' your clique up with diamond Roles
Your people holdin' dough, no parole, no rubbers
Go in raw, imagine law with no undercovers
Just some thoughts for the mind
I take a glimpse into time, watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine"
[Chorus]
If I ruled the world (Imagine that)
I'd free all my sons (I love 'em, love 'em, baby)
Black diamonds and pearls (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?)
If I ruled the world (Still livin' for today, in these last days and times)
[Verse 2]
The way to be: Paradise life, relaxin'
Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon, Armani Exchange, the Range
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash, then we laugh in a iller path
The Villa house is for the crew — how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better livin', type of place to raise kids in
Open they eyes to the lies, history's told foul
But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seein' things like I was controllin', clique rollin'
Trickin' six-digits on kicks and still holdin'
Trips to Paris, I'd civilize every savage
Give me one shot, I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisoners set free, stress free
No work release, purple M3's and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I'd let Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities, and reverse fiends to Willies
It sound foul, but every girl I meet'd go down-town
I'd open every cell in Attica, send 'em to Africa, Africa
[Bridge]
And then we'll walk right up to the sun, hand in hand (hand)
We'll walk right up to the sun, we won't land (land)
We'll walk right up to the sun, hand in hand (hand)
We'll walk right up to the sun, we won't land (land)
[Verse 3]
You love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry
Ducked down in car seats, heat's mandatory
Runnin' from Jake, getting chased, hunger for papes
These are the breaks, many mistakes go down outta state
Wait, I had to let it marinate, we carry weight
Tryin' to get laced, flip the ace, stack the safe
Millionaire plan to keep the Gat with the cocked hammer
Makin' moves in Atlanta, back-and-forth scrambler
'Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich
Still, nobody want a nigga havin' shit
If I ruled the world and everything in it
Sky's the limit, I'd push a Q45 Infinit'
It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies, or B Felony
Strictly livin' longevity to the destiny
I thought I'd never see, but reality struck
Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck?!
[Chorus]
If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled (Imagine that)
I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled (I love 'em, love 'em, baby)
Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds, black diamonds (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?)
If I ruled the world (Still livin' for today, in these last days and times)
[Outro]
If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled
I'd free all my sons (Diamonds) (I love 'em, love 'em, baby)
Black diamonds and pearls
If I ruled, if I ruled the world
If I ruled the world
(I love 'em, love 'em, baby)
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If I Ruled the World (Imagine That)
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Nas
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[Produced by DJ Premier]
[Chorus]
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
[Verse 1]
Straight up, shit is real
And any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzling beers
We all stare at the out-of-towners
(Ayo, yo, who that?) They better break North
Before we get the four pounders and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us
And killer coppers even come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em
And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pulling a TEC out the dresser; police got me under pressure
[Verse 2]
Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moët drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up bless
When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
‘Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, buddha-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heines and Beck's
[Chorus]
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
[Verse 3]
No doubt, see my stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxanne
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun, son, but fuck being the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom, then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get live too, with Swoop
Barkim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it; Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love
[Chorus]
Represent y'all, represent
Represent y'all, represent
Represent y'all, represent
Represent y'all, represent
[Outro]
One time for your mothafuckin' mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
That's living the real fucking life in every projects, all over
To my man Big Will, he's still here
The 40 side of Vernon, my man Big L.E.S
Big Cee-Lo from the Dime, Shawn Penn, the 40 busters
My crew the shorty busters, the 41st side of Vernon posse
The Goodfellas, my man Cormega, Lakey the Kid
Can't forget Drawz, the Hillbillies
My man Slate, Wallethead, Black Jay, Big Oogie
Crazy barrio spot, (Big Dove), we rock shit a lot, PHD
And my man Preemo from Gang Starr
'94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)
Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though!
[Nas' posse]
Bitch ass niggas! Bitch ass niggas!
You bitch ass motherfuckers!
Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker!
Yeah, yeah, let's bring it back
That's just a warm up
‘Cause I can– on anybody, anybody
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Represent
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Nas
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[Produced by DJ Premier]
[Intro]
(Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is;
Nas is like; Nas is like; Nas is like)
Umm, Premo, Nas
Yeah, yeah, yo
(Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is;
Nas is like)
[Verse 1]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted
A baby's bein' born same time a man is murdered — the beginnin' and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain
My plateau and also what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my sign's for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline, am I sane?
That depends, carry MAC-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture, then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin' for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin' large, takin' it light
Pushin' big toys, gettin' nice, enjoyin' your life
It's what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and Hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course, N-A-S are the letters that spell... (Nas, Nas, Nas)
[Chorus]
Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin' (Uh)
No doubt!
Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel (Uh, uh)
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin' (Uh)
No doubt! (Uh)
[Verse 2]
(Nas is like...) Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
(Nas is like...) Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, After the Death, the last one left
Let my cash invest in stock
Came a long way from blastin' TEC's on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes givin' fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my 9 spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth? Can't take it with you under this earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise — thug or die
Makin' choices that determine my future under the sky
To rob, steal or kill, I'm wonderin' why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later, we'll all see who the prophet is
[Chorus]
Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin' (C'mon)
No doubt!
Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin'
No doubt! (Uh)
[Verse 3]
(Nas is like...) Sex to a nympho, but nothin' sweet
I'm like beef, bustin' heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin' somethin' deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your 9, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac, dude you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies
I'm like all races combined in one man, like the '99 Summer Jam
Bulletproof Hummer man
I'm like bein' locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feelin' of a millionaire spendin' a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Live it and I write down, and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it in ya system every night, now
[Chorus]
Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin'
No doubt!
Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin'
No doubt! (Uh)
Nas is like
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Nas Is Like
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Nas
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[Produced by DJ Premier]
[Intro]
(Check that shit)
Aight, fuck that shit, word, word
Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gon' do a lil' somethin' like this, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Stay up on that shit)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know what I'm sayin'? Big Nas
Grand Wizard, God, what is it? (It's like)
Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, go ahead, rip that shit, dunn
[Verse 1]
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite, money-wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes
Murderous night times and knife fights and blight crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strapped
With my peeps that's into drug money market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' match, from craps to cee-lo
With side bets, so roll a deuce, nothin' below
(Peace, God) Peace, God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that, y'all
[Chorus]
Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge
Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge
Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge
Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge
[Verse 2]
One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alizé, niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God
Check the prognosis — is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama
For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis; my razor embraces many faces
Your telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro, dramatic, automatic .44 I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so
My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin' — some'll prosper, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "Peace"
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat; that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin
Yo, fuck, rap is real, watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my vein
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
[Outro]
Comin' outta-a-a-outta-a-a-outta Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Comin' outta-a-a-outta-a-a-outta Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Comin' outta-a-a-a-a-outta Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Comin' outta-a-a-a-a-a-outta Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Me number one, and you know where me from
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Memory Lane (Sittin’ In Da Park)
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Nas
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[Produced by Dave Atkinson & Trackmasters]
[Intro]
This is what.. this what they want, huh?
This is what it's all about, word
Time to take affirmative action, son
They just don't understand, you know what I mean?
Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man
You know what I mean?
Niggas don't understand the four devils:
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked niggas, man
[Verse 1]
Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact, sip your Cognac
And let's all wash this money through this laundromat
Sneak attack, the new cats in rap worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler!
Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape
No escape, the Corleone, fettuccine Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get thrown
Aristocrats politickin' daily wit' diplomats
See, me, I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black
[Verse 2]
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's dead on a ki of heroin
They found his head on the couch wit' his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out!
Yo! The smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina, they will see ya when you re-up
Bring your heater, all your C.R.E.A.M. go between us
Real shit! My Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill wit' niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus
'Mega — the pretty boy with Mafia connections
It's The Firm, nigga, set it!
[Verse 3]
Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury
I shine jewelry, sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just' wake
It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate
And now the projects is talkin' that "Somebody gotta die" shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch, but God forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so Hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars, meetin' Foxy at Demars, movin' cars
Your top papi Señor Escobar
[Verse 4]
In the black Camaro, Firm deep
All my niggas hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabees be the apparel through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
E-Moneybags got Moët Chandon, bundle of 62
They ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shittin' hard like Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a phat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera; be The Firm, baby!
From BK to the 'Bridge, my nigga Wiz
Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is?
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin' Cristy
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uh!
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The gods — they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal
And Baba Shallah spoke, nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed with leak, that's pure though
Flippin' the bigger picture
The bigger nigga with the cheddar was mad dripper
He had a fuckin' villa in Manilla, we gotta flee to Panama
But wait — it's half-and-half, ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip?
32 grams raw, chop it in half, get 16, double it, times 3
We got 48, which mean a whole lot of C.R.E.A.M
Divide the profit by 4, subtract it by 8, we back to 16
Now add the other 2 that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other ki, then that's more for me
Mad coke and mad leak plus a 500, cut in half is 250
Now triple that — times 3, we got three quarters of another ki
[Outro]
The Firm, baby, Vol. 1, uh!
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Affirmative Action
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Nas
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[Produced by Chucky Thompson and Nas]
[Intro]
One time
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood
Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit
Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics
Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us
One knee, I ducked, could it be my time is up?
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken
Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in
Blackin' out as I shoot back, fuck gettin' hit
This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it
'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb
We need more warriors soon, sent from the stars, sun and the moon
In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience leavin' victims with doctors
If you really think you ready to die with nines out
This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now
[Chorus]
Yo, all I need is one mic
All I need is one mic (That's all I need)
All I need is one mic (All I need, niggas)
All I need is one mic (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen
One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter fact, maybe more than one
Look back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them
Jesus died at age thirty-three, there's thirty-three shots
From twin Glocks, there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means one of my guns was holdin' seventeen
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral
Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up shootin' from wheelchairs
My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air
I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, two mini nines
If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis
Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush
Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut
That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down
'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now
[Chorus]
All I need is one mic (That's all I need, niggas, that's all I need)
All I need is one mic (There's nothin' else in the world)
All I need is one mic (That's all a nigga need to do his thing, you know?)
All I need is one mic (This is all I need)
[Verse 3]
All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man
What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand
Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggas'll move on you
Only if they know what your weakness is, I have none
Too late to grab guns, I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas
What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin'
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'
Complete with thick scars
Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards
Drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a cop'll get killed, body found in a dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggas throwin' dirt on my name
Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complained
Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true, she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes
Movin' with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real
Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found
You need some soul-searchin', the time is now
[Chorus]
All I need is one mic (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All I need is one mic (All I ever needed in this world, fuck cash)
All I need is one mic (Fuck the cars, the jewelry)
All I need is one mic (To spread my voice to the whole world, baby)
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One Mic
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Nas
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[Intro]
I know I can
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
[Verse 1]
Be – b-boys and girls, listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy, it takes much practice
Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star
She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
Singing songs, Lena Horne, but the younger version
Hung with the wrong person, got her strung on that heroin
Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose
Could've died, so young, now looks ugly and old
No fun, 'cause now when she reaches for hugs, people hold they breath
'Cause she smells of corrosion and death
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
'Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how
Put your hands in the air, and take the vow
[Chorus]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
[Verse 2]
Be – b-boys and girls, listen again
This is for grown-looking girls who's only 10
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host the TV, like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide, be careful – some men be
Rapists – so act your age, don't pretend to be
Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
You thinking he can give you wealth, but so?
Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know?
You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice
You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men, and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this
[Chorus]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
[Verse 3]
Be – be–fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
There was empires in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from Black teachers, who taught Greeks and Romans
Asians, Arabs, and gave them gold, when
Gold was converted to money, it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander The Great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with Black faces
Shot up they nose, to impose, what basically
Still goes on today, you see?
If the truth is told, the youth can grow
They learn to survive, until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more, learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you're a king!
Young princess, when you get your wedding ring
Your man will sing, "She's my Queeeeeen!"
[Outro]
Save the music, y'all
Save the music, y'all
Save the music, y'all
Save the music, y'all
Save the music
[Produced by Salaam Remi]
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I Can
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Nas
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[Produced by No I.D.]
[Intro]
Check it out
I call it, yeah, yeah
[Hook]
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters
[Verse 1]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up, first I regretted it, then caught my rage
Like, how could I not protect her from this awful phase?
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised
Like a princess, but while I'm on stage I can't leave her defenseless
Plus she's seen me switchin' women, Pops was on some pimp shit
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin'
So if her husband is a gangster, can't be mad, I'll love him
Never, for her I want better, homie in jail – dead that
Wait 'til he come home, you can see where his head's at
Niggas got game, they be tryna live
He seen your Mama crib, plus I'm sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus a honest kid
Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
You seventeen, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like I'm not the cleanest father figure
But she rockin' with it
[Hook]
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
[Verse 2]
This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
This social network said: "Nas, go and get your kid!"
She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon' post no pic
Of herself underdressed – no inappropriate shit, right?
Her mother cried when she answered
Said she don't know what got inside this child's mind, she planted
A box of condoms on her dresser, then she Instagram'd it
At this point I realized I ain't the strictest parent
I'm too loose, I'm too cool with her
Should've drove more time to school with her
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
To public school, they're too nurture teen talents
They grow fast, one day she's your little princess
Next day she's talkin' boy business – what is this?
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls
[Verse 3]
And I ain't tryin' to mess your thing up
But I just wanna see you dream up
I finally understand
It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons
How fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
When she date, we wait behind the door with a sawed-off
‘Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Love
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Daughters
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Nas
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[Produced by Salaam Remi]
[Chorus]
Where is he, the man who was just like me?
I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
Where is he, the man who was just like me?
Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
[Verse 1]
I want someone who like the champagne I like, my a-alike
Someone to talk me off the bridge any day or night
She teach me how to live, she ain’t afraid of life
Not easily impressed with the rich and famous life
'Cause she done been there and heard all the rumors before
She loves art, she ride out with me on my music tour
She like the herb's natural medicine, she cookin' good
She tell me everything is cool when it ain't lookin' good
For real, the world so ill, yo, I want a girl so real
Who not after material wealth but get dough still
Or maybe an educator, a lady with etiquette
Who can be from out the hood or even work for the president
As long as there’s no selfishness
Yes, as long as her love for the people is deep-rooted and evident
You can be easily recruited, you’re heaven-sent
Your smile put me at ease
You’re the woman I need, but where is she?
[Verse 2]
I hate when people write me hostile texts
On account of my lifestyle's perception
Invade my personal life? Out of the question
What are they expectin'?
I be tryin' to reply and they never suppose I get my quiet time in?
They think forever I’m rollin' in dough, swimmin' in a pool of cash
God, wouldn’t they know or am I a fool to ask?
I’m well known, got people comin' at me mad
I had to tell homes, I don’t keep a cell phone, my bad
I drag off the L and try to silence it
The noise in my head, the curse of the talented
Strong communicator, vagabond
I'd gallivant around the Equator, if that would get me off the radar
It's so intense, I'm on my Lilo & Stitch
Pour my Pinot Grigio and Cris' with some lime, what is this?
An immaculate version of "Me & My Bitch" by Biggie
With all respect, 'cause you the only one that gets me
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, let’s pour some cherry wine
Everything’s good, everything’s fine
Yeah, yeah, we bring it every time
Yeah, pour a little cherry wine
Yeah, hey yo, Salaam
Yeah, I think they know the time
Everything’s good, everything’s fine
Yeah, pour a little cherry wine, yeah
Life is good, life is good, yeah
Life is good, no matter what, life is good
Life is good, life is good, yeah
No matter what, life is good
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Cherry Wine
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Nas
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[Intro]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted
A baby's bein' born same time a man is murdered
The beginning and end, as far as rap goes
It's only natural, I explain my plateau
And also what defines my name
[Hook]
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin
[Verse]
I ain't mad at you, young king, this unsung song is hauntin'
Along comes a one son called a offspring
The Earth spins, my Old Earth grin, sung a church hymn
She birthed in September, took my first wind, again, the Earth spins
I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, lead out
Screams got in the game and took bread out
The nerve of these niggas, weak flow, yo, Cole, let's murder this sequel
Freedom or jail from Fayetteville to QB though
'Cause back when I was young there was massive niggas
But I passed them niggas, just bein' nasty, nigga
Military hat, fatigue pants saggin', Henny'd up
Execs askin' will he live to see his own release date happen
Straight off the corner with the armor, Arm and Hammer
But I had appeal, I was a charmer
Yet still bein' my mama's son was my biggest honor
This shit was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby
We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosby's
But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps
And who could I ask for help? Older niggas was gettin' mad
But that's the gift and the curse, that's the good and the bad
At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats
And it's hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great
Nigga I tried and niggas threw that shit right back in my face
They took my cosign, but they ain't let me EP their tapes
And when they joint tanked, that's when they point blame
So point blank, young Cole, you won't be the same
The first album freedoms and them fourth album pressures
A big difference between 'em but I get why you said it
Radio records are needed, I just wanted it to bring the warnin'
Global warmin' to that cold world you was breathin'
That's some advice I never got
If I don't sell another record, I'll just steady rock
While you was writin' down my rhymes I was just tryna show you
That if you say what's on ya mind, you can stand the test of time
Now I'm playin' Born Sinner loud, saw you live, rock the crowd
Like wow, you made your nigga Nas proud
[Bridge]
So you ain't let Nas down
It's just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga
You ain't let Nas down
How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin', nigga
You ain't let Nas down
[Outro]
Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
Large Professor's my mentor, that's how the story end, ah
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Made Nas Proud (Let Nas Down Remix)
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Nas
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[Produced by D Moet, Pretty Boy & Trackmasters]
[Intro]
Escobar Season has returned
It's been a long time, been a long time comin'
It's life or death for me now
But you know, there's no turnin' back now
This is what makes me, this is what I am...
Feel me? Let's go
[Chorus 1]
You can hate me now (Q.B.)
But I won't stop now (Real niggas)
'Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts)
You can hate me now (C'mon)
But I won't stop now (Uh)
'Cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now
You can hate me now
[Ad-libs over Chorus]
Well, you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too
It's as simple as that
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die!
You don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
Go down any way you want it to go down
[Interlude]
Do it now
Weak, jealous motherfuckers!
Do it now, do it now!
[Verse 1]
Don't hate me, hate the money I see (Yeah), clothes that I buy (Uh-huh)
Ice that I wear, flows that I try (C'mon)
Close your eyes (That's right), picture me rollin' sixes, money foldin'
Bitches, honeys that's swollen, the riches, Nas get in ya
Most critically acclaimed, Pulitzer Prize winner
Best storyteller, thug narrator, my style's greater (You the best, that's right)
Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters (Haha)
Commentators ringside try watchin' my paper (Watch this)
Almost a decade, quite impressive
Most of the best is in the essence, for this rap shit that I stand for
Expandin' more to the big screen, Bill Gate dreams
But it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state greens (Hah, picture that)
Want me off the scene fast, but good things last
Like your favorite MC still makin' some mean cash
First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects
But you still wanna hate? Be my guest, I suggest –
[Interlude]
Money is power, motherfucker
I got millions of thugs on salary!
Do it now!
[Chorus 2]
You can hate me now (I won't stop)
But I won't stop now (I can't stop)
'Cause I can't stop now (Now) (You can hate me)
You can hate me now (Do it now) (I hate you too)
But I won't stop now (C'mon) (You can hate me now)
'Cause I can't stop now (C'mon)
You can hate me now (Do it now) (You can hate me now)
You can hate me now
[Interlude]
Do it now! (I told you, do it now!)
Let's go
[Verse 2]
You wanna hate me, then hate me; what can I do
But keep gettin' money? Funny, I was just like you
I had to hustle hard, never give up, until I made it
Now y'all sayin': "Nas a clever nigga, nothin' to play with"
Hate on me, I blew, but I'm the same OG
People warned me: "When you on top, there's envy"
Took my niggas out the hood, but you doubt on us
Sayin' we left the hood, but can't get it out of us
My bad, should I step out my shoes, give 'em to you?
Here's my cars and my house, you can live in that too
Criticize when I flow for the street, hate my dress code
Gucci this, Fendi that – what you expect, hoe?
Nickname Esco, took this game to its threshold
Best flow, I bet the whole U.S. know
Try to make it like you the realest, but who the illest?
Think we all know the answer to that, 'cause niggas feel this, right?
[Interlude]
You think I'ma come this far
And let you niggas stop me now?
I hate you too! (Do it now!)
[Chorus 2]
You can hate me now (I won't stop)
But I won't stop now (Now) (I can't stop)
'Cause I can't stop now (Do it now) (You can hate me)
You can hate me now (C'mon) (I hate you too)
But I won't stop now (Uh) (You can hate me now)
'Cause I can't stop now (Uh, uh)
You can hate me now (Do it now) (You can hate me now)
You can hate me now (Do it now)
[Interlude]
I like this, I like the way this feels (Let's go)
[Verse 3]
It's a thin line between paper and hate
Friends and snakes, nine milli's and thirty-eights
Hell or the Pearly Gates; I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows (Yeah)
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one (Right)
Took a little time to claim my spot
Chairman of the board, until this game stop, and I side with the Lord
Ride for the cause, my driver, niggas shot up my doors (That's right)
Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws
Tried stickin' me up, but I flipped on these ducks (You tried?)
Instead of me, ambulances were pickin' 'em up (That's what you get)
Niggas fear what they don't understand
Hate what they can't conquer, guess it's just the Theory Of Man
Became a monster, atop of the world, never fallin'
I'm as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin' – c'mon!
[Interlude]
(Yeah) (It won't stop)
You will never seen a nigga like me (It won't stop) ever in your life (You can hate me) (Never!)
And that's what you can't understand!
[Chorus 2]
You can hate me now (C'mon) (I won't stop)
But I won't stop now (I can't stop)
'Cause I can't stop now (Do it now, do it now) (You can hate me)
You can hate me now (Do it now, do it now, niggas) (I hate you too)
But I won't stop now (C'mon) (You can hate me now)
'Cause I can't stop now (Hate me now)
You can hate me now (You can hate me now) (Hate me now)
You can hate me now (C'mon, niggas!) (You can hate me now)
[Outro]
You can hate me now (C'mon, niggas!) (You can hate me now)
But I won't stop now (Do it now! Get this shit over with!)
(But I won't stop now)
It ain't gon' never stop, niggas! (I can't stop... I can't stop...)
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Hate Me Now
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Nas
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[Intro]
Respectfully
[Verse 1]
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (Garden)
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah, trauma)
So what you sayin', nigga? You gots to chill (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones, remix)
[Verse 2]
EPMD, we back in business
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, come to your senses (Uh)
P is the second comin' of God, somеthin' to witness
Piece of shit, fly on your hеad like Mike Pence's, we in the trenches
I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage
My people can't even get minimum wage
Fuck a stimulus (Uh), give me some interest (Uh)
Give me a loan (Oh), give me a home
Give me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome
Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy
Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me
[Chorus]
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million
[Verse 3]
Dun! I let it go for the family, meetin's at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant
Tied in from AZ to Dave East
You know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin'
Just to post it on Tumblr, this that "fuck up the summer" shit
I don't care what you comin' with, me and Hit-Boy runnin' shit (Runnin' shit)
Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now (Yeah, flooded now)
Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house (Haunted house)
She gettin' scary, blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery to see where hip-hop is buried
I said it was dead, but it faked its death like Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter, look like sauce and spaghetti
(Yeah, ready?)
[Verse 4]
EPMD, we're back in business (What?)
Livin' in cramped conditions, will give you ammunition
I stock those shelves, I got those shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's (Noels) like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws (Claus) come out (Nah)
Y'all should call yourselves Santa (Why?) 'cause none of y'all are real (Nah)
Not a 'single one' (Like what?), like a dollar bill (Yeah)
Just like your bitch in appellate court, she's on a pill (Appeal)
We got her a 'bond' and she'll
Never 'bail' on me (Bail on me), not even outta jail (Haha, jail)
EPMD, but me, I gots no chill (Ch-chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mil' out the window of my mobile
On the fuckin' freeway on the way here (Yeah)
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E (Summary), which reminds me of "Rap Summary," mami
My theme song, me and "P" always used to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
Plus I got the Kane (Cane) and "Lean On Me" (Yeah)
MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H's like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet (Woo)
This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index
Poverty at its peak, OCD and PTSD, I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo E and Nipsey
Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him 'cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next (Nah)
Tomorrow could be your death (Bring that beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint
'Cause the brain's illa trained killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil (Yeah) I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page fill up (What?)
Hate spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq'
I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed with the greats
And my name's with the Kane's and the Wayne's, and the Jay's and the Dre's
And the Ye's, and the Drake's and the J Dilla's, Jada's, Cool J's
And the Ra's and amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of Hip-Hop and the name of this song is
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EPMD 2
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Nas
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[Produced by Salaam Remi]
[Intro]
Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts…
Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts…
Bravehearts, Bravehearts
(Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
Now, let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment – a song y'all can step with
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
Grey Goose and a whole lot of hydro
Only describe us as soldiers, survivors
Stay laced in the best, well-dressed
With finesse in a white tee, lookin' for wifey
Thug girl who fly, and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe, so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city, no doubt
But don't say my car's topless – say the titties is out
Newness, here's the anthem – put your hand up that you shoot with
Count your loot with, push the pool stick in your new crib
Same hand that you hoop with, swing around like you stupid
King of the town? Yeah, I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your mens at
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop, like we bringin' '88 back
[Chorus]
They shootin'! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin'! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
[Verse 2]
This ain't rappin', this is Street Hop
Now get up off yo' ass like your seat's hot
My live niggas – lit up the reefer
Trunk of the car, we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music defuse all the tension
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers, and killers can move swift
Girls, get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just-comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phony
Pull out my waist, the Eagle four-forty
[Interlude]
Bravehearts, Bravehearts…
Bravehearts, Bravehearts
[Verse 3]
I see niggas runnin', yo, my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight ya punk asses
Like Pun said, "You ain’t even en mi clase"
Maybach Benz, back seat, TV, plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is
Show me love, let me feel how the head is
Females who's the sexiest is always the nastiest
[Outro]
And I like a little sassiness, a lot of class
Mami, reach in your bag – pass the fifth
I'm a leader at last – this a don you with
My 9's will spit, niggas lose consciousness
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Made You Look
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Nas
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[Produced by Heavy D, Da Internz & Salaam Remi]
[Intro]
He's the heartbeat of the people
The ghetto people, and when I say ghetto people
The people who cannot afford to go to big concert
Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable
Some of them can afford a radio
So the only thing they can listen to is the music
People the ghetto, people from the projects, street people
Hortical ghetto youth who know what it is to sing about suffering and reality
[Sample from "Dance Inna New York" by Super Cat]
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we
[Chorus]
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
Inna New York City-city, New York City-city (YEAH!)
(YEAH!) New York City-city, New York City-city
[Verse 1]
Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle
Hope I don't catch a hommo, grossing our net
Simultaneously making me climb higher
Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me
Fuck sadness, had this been you having this lavish
Habitual happiness, at me you wouldn't look backwards
You would have sex on condominium roof decks
So anyone move next, I'll hit you with two TECs
Rocking Roberto Cavalli, no shirt on, convertible Mazi
My Colombiana mommy riding beside me
Every tat mean something, that's my word on my body
I'll have to lean something with that Mossberg shotty
My niggas is ignant, put lead in your pigment
Just 'cause y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it
In '97 the six, '98 the Bentley
Now it's the Ghost Phantom, and y'all can't stand him but
[Chorus]
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
Inna New York City-city, New York City-city
New York City-city, New York City-city (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Army jacket swag, army jacket green and black
With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at?
Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in your ass crack
I never did that, my sock's where my stash was at
Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack
I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that
Cutting school where Preme team and Fat Cat was at
Future not crystal clear yet, Baccarat
Now I'm the one who repping Queens
Way beyond your wildest dreams
Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team
That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans
Twenty years in this game, looking seventeen
I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine
I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king
Although he's on to another chapter
Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, raaaahhh
[Chorus]
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
Inna New York City-city, New York City-city
New York City-city, New York City-city
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah
New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island
The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens
It's all about surviving, same old two-step
Try to stay alive when they be out robbing
I been out rhyming since born knowledge
Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar
Worth more than the blood of a martyr, so I'ma
Keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
Love model chocha, mami pop it like she 'pose to
Eyes red shot like I'm never sober
Big time smoker, Indonesian doja
Mini me's you can hold up
Before you end up wet up from my soldier
Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit
This for every ghetto in the hood
Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood
[Chorus]
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
Inna New York City-city, New York City-city
New York City-city, New York City-city, New York...
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The Don
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Nas
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[Produced by Large Professor]
[Intro]
Yeah, it's Illmatic (Yeah)
Uh, it's Illmatic (Yeah)
It's Illmatic (Haha, haha, check it, uh)
[Chorus]
One time for your mind, one time (Yeah, whatever)
One time for your mind, one time (Yo, whatever)
One time for your mind, one time
Ayo, Nas (What up, pah?) kick that fuckin' rhyme (Check it out!)
[Verse 1]
When I'm chillin', I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and rootin' for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
After bein' blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds
That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexin'
Keep lubrication, lifestyle protection
Pickin' up my stereo's remote control quickly
Ron G's in the cassette deck — rockin' the shit, G
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acappella rhymes'll
Make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella
Go get your crew, hops, I'm prepared to bomb troops
Y'all niggas was born, I shot my way out my mom dukes
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin' shorty wop
Known for rockin' microphones and twistin' off a 40 top, yeah
[Chorus]
One time for your mind, one time (Yeah, whatever)
One time 4 your mind, one time (It sound clever)
Ayo, Nas, fuck that, man, that shit was phat
But kick that for them gangstas, man, fuck all that! (Right, right)
[Verse 2]
What up, niggas? How y'all? It's Nasty, the villain
I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides that, I'm chillin'
I'm tryin' to get this money, God — you know the hard times, kid
Shit, cold, be starvin' make you wanna do crimes, kid
But I'ma lamp 'cause a crime couldn't beat a rhyme
Niggas catchin' 3-to-9's, Muslims yellin' "Free the mind!"
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places
As a kid, when I would say that outta town, niggas chased us
But now I know the time, got a older mind, plus control a .9
Fine, see, now I represent mine
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me
Yet I'm a menace, yo, police wanna murder me
Heini Dark drinker, represent the thinker
My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers
Think I'll dim the lights, then inhale, it stimulates
Floatin' like I'm on the North 95 Interstate
Never plan to stop, when I write, my hand is hot
And expand the lot from the Wiz to Camelot
The parlayer, I'll make your heads bop, pah
I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car
From day to night, I play the mic, and you'll thank God
I wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint job
My brain is incarcerated
Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I've raided
I hold a MAC-11 and attack a reverend
I contact eleven L's and max in Heaven
[Chorus]
One time for your mind, one time (It sounds clever)
One time for your mind, one time (Yeah, whatever)
One time for your mind, one time
Yo, from '92 to '99
[Outro]
Yeah, that shit was crazy phat, pah, know what I’m sayin'?
But check it, you got another verse for me
I want you to kick it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Kick that shit for the projects, know what I'm sayin'?
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One Time 4 Your Mind
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Nas
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[Produced by Faith N & Nas]
[Skit 1]
[Nas]
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was 12, I went to…
[Hector]
And you're sitting at home doing this shit
I should be earning a medal for this
Stop fuckin' around and be a man
There ain't nothin' out here for you
[Zoro]
Oh yes, there is… This
[Skit 2]
[Jungle]
Yo, Nas, yo, what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son?
[Nas]
Chill, chill! That's the shit, God, chill
[AZ]
Ayo, yo, pull down the shade, man
Let's count this money, nigga
Ayo, Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there!
You know what I'm sayin'?
‘Cause we spendin' the Jacksons
You know how we get down, baby
[Nas]
True, true
[Jungle]
Nas, yo, Nas, man
Shit is mad real right now in the projects
For a nigga, yo, word to mother
All them crab-ass rappers be comin' up to me
Man, word to mother, man
I think we need to let them niggas know it's real, man
[Nas]
True indeed, knamsayin'?
But when it's real you doin' this
Even without a record contract, knamsayin'?
[AZ]
No question
[Nas]
Been doing this since back then
[AZ]
I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gon' keep it real
We tryin' to see many mansions and Coupes, kid
[Nas]
No doubt, we gon' keep it real, true, true
[Jungle]
Ayo, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at, man?
Takin' niggas a long time, man
[Nas]
Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessy
[AZ]
Ayo, dunn
C'mon, c'mon, man, stop wavin' that, man!
Stop pointin' that at me, dunn, take the clip out!
[Nas]
Nigga, alright, but take this Hennessy, man!
[AZ]
I'm sayin' take the clip, man, c'mon, take it out!
[Nas]
Light them Phillies up, man!
Niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies, man
Light some Phillies up then!
[Jungle]
Pass that henrock, pass that henrock!
Nigga, act like you know!
[AZ]
Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fuckin' with you, nigga
[Nas]
I'm saying though, man
[AZ]
What is it, what is it, baby?
[Jungle]
What is it, son, what is it?
[AZ]
You know what time it is
[Nas]
I'm saying, man, you know what I'm saying?
Niggas don't listen, man
Representin', it's Illmatic
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The Genesis
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Nas
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[Pre-Chorus]
You'll live, and you'll learn
See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
You'll live, and you'll learn
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
[Chorus]
If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
[Post-Chorus]
Dark boy, don't you cry
There's too much life left in those eyes
Don't you let that face go waterfall
Don't you learn to love your scars and all?
Dark boy, don't you die
They're just human, let them lie
You just know your world and speak your truth
Let them come to you
For you'll love, in your heart
See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
This is your call, there are no wrongs
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
[Chorus]
If I had everything, everything
I could change anything, I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
[Verse 1]
When the media slings mud, we use it to build huts
Irrefutable facts, merciful, beautiful black beloved brother
You fail to embarrass him, harassin' him
To my life, your life pales in comparison
So go write whatever blog, messiness is not ever the God
Do what's necessary, I'm never worried
Listen vultures, I've been shackled by Western culture
You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
That's why we competin', death by the chrome barrel
Forgot the secrets, my Kilimanjaro bone marrow's the deepest
You can peep at the comments, but don't fall for that
We want freedom, I'm a scholar; an almanac
People do anything to be involved in everything
Inclusion is a hell of a drug
Some people have everything they probably ever wanted in life
And never have enough
[Verse 2]
From the birth of a child, the world is foul
Excursions of a searchin' child
Should learn to take nothin' personal
A parent hates to watch his baby's face
Takin' his first immunization shots, but this is great
The child's introduction to suffering and pain
Understands without words, nothin' is explained
Or rushed to the brain, lookin' up at his parents' face
Like, "I thought you would protect me from this scary place?"
"Why'd you let them inject me?"
"Who's gonna know how these side effects is gonna affect me?"
Who knew I would grow to meet presidents that respect me?
If Starbucks is bought by Nestlé, please don't arrest me
I need to use your restroom and I ain't buy no espresso
Soon enough, assume the cuffs, the position
Not new to us, since back on the bus sittin'
Said, "Screw that bus!" – boycotted that bus outta business
The future's us, yet every citizen's in prison
[Verse 3]
Watch me as I walk through the folly, golly, New York to Saudi
In Italy, I'm Eduardo Baccari
But Nasty the hustler, nasty like mustard gas, sulfur
And I could sell Alaska to Russia, no pressure
My first house, 11,000-square-feet mansion
It was a haunted by dead rich whites
Mad a nigga bought his crib to hang up pictures of black Christ
Circular driveways, black cars and black ice
My second house, still in my twenties, illin' with money
Chilled through my spine, spillin' wine, it's funny
Did good for a staircase loiterer, euphoria
What you saw when you seen a teen turn to a warrior
Did every Fourth of July, bustin' in the sky
It was important to a guy who was mob-minded
Future Murciélago driver 'til Lambos got average on me
I started likin' the look like I ain't had no money
Yellow taxi seats over Maybach seats
Just to remind me, just to inspire me
To stay focused, it's a real sick society
Just 'cause I got your support don't mean you're buyin' me
I'm buyin' back the land owned by the slave masters
Where my ancestors lived, just to say a rapper
Made a change, the pants-sagger put plans in action
To lay claim the Pan-African made it happen
[Pre-Chorus]
You'll live, and you'll learn
See 'cause you've never been the same anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
You'll live, and you'll learn
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
[Post-Chorus]
Dark boy, don't you cry
There's too much life left in those eyes
Don't you let that face go waterfall
Don't you learn to love your scars and all
Dark boy, don't you die
They're just human, let them lie
You just know your world and speak your truth
And let them come to you
For you'll love, in your heart
See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
This is your call, there are no wrongs
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
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everything
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Nas
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[Verse 1]
The ghetto Othello, the Moor
Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy
Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear and I'm sure
Oh my God, they want the end of me 'cause I'm pure
Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I just go for it
It's a trend for these men to die on their own sword
Journey far, learn who you can be
But you can learn who you are when you around family
Chip off the shoulders of soldiers, on their grizzle
My granddaddy Mack Little married Nannie Little
They passed down wisdom, blessings were given
Pray my sins don't get passed to my children, I made a killin'
I'm alive like the morning star
Court Jordan's for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are?
I need evaluations, I'm savvy, y'all
Eatin' foie gras and caviar, listen
[Chorus]
Adam and Eve don't fall too far from the apple tree
Ayy
Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
[Verse 2]
The ghosts of gangsters dance
Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of this banger
Yeah, my language advanced, my cadence amazin'
The voice triggers somethin', what is this conundrum?
The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a boyish smile
Still puff the loud, it's nothing less than a quarter pound
Savage narrative, every verse that I write
Bursts light, brings awareness to my personal life
After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja spark
See my doctor more, sweat in the sauna or
The spa, spendin' fifty large at the Bellagio
Spent twenty on a bad bitch I hardly know
New girl every night, two girls was every other night
Sexual addiction, gangster tradition
They wanna fuck me, have me under their belt, slightly offended
Yeah, that's how I felt, that's how it ended
I'm just good at existing, existin' in my truth
As long as I enjoy the fruit, yeah
[Verse 3]
What come first, peace or the paper?
Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor
Before I sat to eat at the table, it had leeches and traitors
Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit, no bacon
Brothers is swine
It's so hard to trust 'em 'cause my hustle is mine
It's evident they all the same, with gray hair and still mean muggin'
Gray hairs of wisdom, that means you seen somethin', say something
You stay frontin' but these clowns got false crowns, fictitional kings
You broke my heart, Fredo
You bring this thing of ours down to a fable
Be advised my guys dyin', enterprisin' at a boss's table
There's always room at my table
Insecurities is keepin' you disabled
All this money to get, is there less time?
They ain't stopped printin' money, 'cause they made mine
I learned to stretch time, these are the best times
I'm in my neighborhood in stadiums, the Mets' kind
With restaurants and Carbone, spicy rigatoni go hard
A red Bordeaux, oh God
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Adam and Eve
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Nas
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[Verse 1]
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did, I'd ménage with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate
I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a setup
For a punchline on duct tape
Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake
Wo-worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, sit up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5
Is my idea of a update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
Big titties, big butt too
Fu-Fuck with them real niggas
Who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is
Ri-Ring finger where the rock is
The-These hoes couldn't test me
Even if their name was Pop Quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with
Ma-Ma-Mad bitches we don't fuck with
I don't fuck with them chickens
Unless they last name is Cutlet
Let it soak in
Like seasoning
And tell them bitches blow me
Lance Stephenson
[Chorus]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Nothin' but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side (Yeah), only
[Verse 2]
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man
But when that's over, then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time"
We had just come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
She was sittin' down on that big butt
But I was still starin' at the titties though
Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key
I been peeped that you like me, you know?
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly
I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW
Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston, Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh! Yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players fuck with you
The bad-ass bitches doin' makeup and hair fuck with you, oh
That's 'cause I believe in somethin', I stand for it
And Nicki, if you ever tryna fuck
Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it
[Chorus]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (Pinkprint, ayy)
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Nothin' but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
[Verse 3]
I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up
If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
'Cause she act like she need dick in her life
That's another story, I'm no story-teller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave
They bet' not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy, my nigga
I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
Blood gang, take the "B" off behavior, my nigga
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean "pop-pop-pop," then I take off
Nigga, now you see me, nigga, now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx actin' like Ray Charles
Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets
My story is how I went from "poor me"
To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with me"
[Chorus]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Young Mula, baby!
Nothin' but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
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Only
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Nicki Minaj
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[Intro]
Yo, B, they ready
Let's go
[Chorus]
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
[Verse 1]
I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks
My Maybach, black matted
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit
Feelin' myself, back off
'Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off
He be thinkin' 'bout me when he whacks off
Wax on? Wax off
Na-na-national anthem, hats off
Then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Let me get a number two with some Mac sauce
"On The Run Tour" with my mask off
[Chorus]
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
[Post-Chorus]
Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world
World, stop
Carry on
[Verse 2]
Kitty on fleek (Ooh), pretty on fleek (Uh)
Pre-pre-pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek (Ooh)
Ridin'-ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (Breakfast)
Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless
He said, "Damn, Nicki, it's tight," I-I say, "Yeah, nigga, you right"
He said, "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe"
I said, "Yes, daddy, I do, gimme brain like NYU"
I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin' here is by you" (Uh)
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work
I got it, thirty-six of that real
Panky full of that bounce, baby
Come get you some of that bounce, baby
[Chorus]
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm killin' my
[Bridge]
Cookin' up that base (Base), lookin' like a kilo (Kilo)
He just wanna taste (Taste), biggin' up my ego
(Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
(Ridin'-ridin' through Texas, ridin'-ridin' through Texas, ridin'-ridin' through Texas)
Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade (High-grade)
Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine
(Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine)
(Ridin'-ridin' through Texas, ridin'-ridin' through Texas, ridin'-ridin' through Texas)
[Verse 3]
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow (He in love)
I have both and an empire also (In love)
Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole (In love)
Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow
Let that ho, ho, let-let-let that ho know (He in love)
He in love with that coco
Why-why-why-why these bitches don't never be learnin'?
You bitches will never get what I be earnin'
I'm still gettin' plaques from my records that's urban
Ain't gotta rely on Top 40
I am a rap legend, just go ask the Kings of Rap
Who is the Queen and things of that nature?
Look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a laser (Rrr)
Drippin' on that work, trip-trippin' off that Perc'
Flip-flip-flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work
Takin' trips with all them ki's (Ki's), car keys got B's
Stingin' with the Queen B and we be whippin' all of that D
'Cause we dope girls, we flawless, we the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers, only real niggas in my call list
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
[Outro]
Rrr
You like it, don't ya? Snitches
Young Money
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Feeling Myself
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Nicki Minaj
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[Intro]
Uh, mmm, kyuh
R.I.P. to B.I.G.
Classic shit
[Verse 1]
I'm lookin' for a nigga to give some babies
A handful of Weezy, sprinkle of Dave East
Man, I ain't got no type like Jxmmi and Swae Lees
But if he can't fuck three times a night, peace!
I tried to fuck 50 for a powerful hour
But all that nigga wanna do is talk Power for hours
B-beat the pussy up, make sure it's a K-O
Step your banks up like you're movin' that yayo
Somebody go and make sure Karrueche okay, though
I heard she think I'm tryna give the coochie to Quavo
They always wanna beat it up, goon up the pussy
Man, maybe I should let him autotune up the pussy
All these Bow Wow Challenge niggas lyin' and shit
Man, these Fetty Wap niggas stay eyein' my shit
Drake worth a hundred mill, he always buyin' me shit
But I don't know if the pussy wet or if he cryin' and shit
Meek still be in my DMs, I be havin' to duck him
"I used to pray for times like this" face-ass when I fuck him
Man, Uzi is my baby, he ain't takin' a L
But he took it literally when I said "Go to hell"
Used to fuck with Young Thug, I ain't addressin' this shit
C-caught him in my dressing room, stealin' dresses and shit
I used to give this nigga with a lisp tests and shit
How you want the pu-thy? Can't say your S's and shit, uh
[Chorus]
Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (Barbie dreams)
Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie dreams)
Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams)
Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers (Barbie dreams)
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
[Verse 2]
I remember when I used to have a crush on Special Ed
Shoutout Desiigner 'cause he made it out of special ed
You wanna fuck me, you gotta give some special head
'Cause this pussy have these niggas on some special meds
Like Mike Tyson, he was bitin' my shit
Talkin' 'bout, "Yo, why you got these niggas fightin' and shit?"
On the, on the real, I should make these niggas scrap for the pussy
Young M.A and Lady Luck, get the strap for this pussy, uh
And I woulda had Odell Beckham bangin' the cake
'Til I saw him hoppin' out of cars dancin' to Drake
I been a five-star bitch, man, word to Gotti
I'ma do that nigga Future dirty, word to Scottie
Had to cancel DJ Khaled, boy, we ain't speakin'
Ain't no fat nigga tellin' me what he ain't eatin'
YG and The Game with the hammer yellin', "Gang! Gang!"
This ain’t what I meant when I said a gang bang
Tekashi want a ménage, I said "tre-way"
Curved him and went the Kim and Kanye way
Em, cop the Barbie Dreamhouse, then you can play the part
I-I ain't tryna bust it open in a trailer park
[Chorus]
Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (Barbie dreams)
Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie dreams)
Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams)
Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers (Barbie dreams)
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie dreams)
(Barbie Dreams)
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams)
[Verse 3]
You know I'm all 'bout them dollars
I be supportin' them scholars
I let him give me some brain, but he wanted me to ride it
So I said, "Fuck it, I'm in"
He wanna cut like a trim
And if he act like he know, I let him fuck it again
I got them bars, I'm indicted
I'm poppin', I'm uninvited
I said, "Just lick on the clitoris, nigga, don't fuckin' bite it"
I ride his **** in a circle
I turn Stefan into Urkel
I go arounds and arounds and I'ma go down in slow motion
The-then I pick it up, look at it
I said, "Daddy, come get at it," uh
Yellow brick road, he said that I am a wiz at it
Yeah, they want it, want it
You know I flaunt it, flaunt it
I'm a trendsetter, everything I do, they do
Yeah, I put 'em up on it, on it
¡Dimelo, papi, papi!
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I'll give it to you if you beat it up like Pacqui, Pacqui
I-I-I-I'ma kill 'em with the shoe
No ceiling is in the roof
And I'm big, give me the loot
12 cylinders in the coupe
I get dome with the chrome, no tellin' when I'ma shoot
I just bang, bang, bang, real killas is in my group
Gorillas is in my unit, vacationin' where it's humid
And I shine, shine, shine, got diamonds all in my cubans
I'm in LA Times more than when niggas lootin'
And my flow spit crack, I think that nigga usin'
He done bodied everybody, in closing, these bitches losin'
Usin', usin' up, a bitch movin'
No, I ain't stuttered and no, I ain't Ruben
Damn, a bitch snoozin'
Shoutout to my Jews, l'chaim, Rick Rubin
Big fat titties, yes, they be protrudin'
I be like, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, bring the lube in
I be like, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, bring the lube in
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Barbie Dreams
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Nicki Minaj
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
[Verse 1]
This one is for the boys with the boomin' system
Top down, AC with the cooler system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up
And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a mothafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip, kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kinda dude I was lookin' for
And yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin', ho
[Pre-Chorus]
I said, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy
I mean, my, my, my, my, you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh
Yes, I did, yes, I did
Somebody please tell em who the F I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up
Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up
[Chorus]
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way
Can't you hear that
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that's that super bass
Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass)
Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah)
Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass)
Boom, boom, boom (Bass)
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo)
[Verse 2]
This one is for the boys in the polos
Entrepreneur niggas and the moguls
He could ball with the crew, he could solo
But I think I like him better when he dolo
And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on
He ain't even gotta try to put the mack on
He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look
Then the panties comin' off, off, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy
You know, I really got a thing for American guys
I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes
I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side, uh
Yes, I did, yes, I did
Somebody please tell 'em who the F I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up
Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up
[Bridge]
See, I need you in my life for me to stay
Know, know, know, know, know, I know you'll stay
No, no, no, no, no, don't go away, hey
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way?
Oh, it be like
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Can't you hear that
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?
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Super Bass
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Nicki Minaj
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[Chorus]
You know, yeah
Touchin', yeah
Night of
You know, yeah
Touchin', yeah
Night of
[Verse 1]
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money
Two things I'm about it are talkin' blunt and stayin' blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car
And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things
Niggas see me rollin' and they mood change
Like a motherfucker
New flow, I got a dozen of 'em
I don't trust you, you a undercover
I could probably make some stepsisters fuck each other
Woo, talkin' filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man, she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What? Tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it
[Verse 2]
Yo, thinkin' out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record
I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper for the record
Man, this the sixty-five millionth single sold
I ain't gotta compete with a single soul
I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul
Pretty women, what's up? Is you here right now?
You a stand-up or is you in your chair right now? Uh
Do you hear me? I can't let a wack nigga get near me
I might kiss the baddest bitch if you dare me
I ain't never need a man to take care of me
Yo, I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this
I floss every day, but I ain't a dentist
Your whole style and approach I invented
And I ain't takin' that back 'cause I meant it (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
LOL to the bank, check in my account
Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account
Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain't gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the mornin'
'Cause she gon' say "I know"
Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet
I'll put one leg on the tub, girl
This my new dance move, I just don't know what to call it
But, bitch, you dancin' with the stars
I ain't nothin' like your last dude
What's his name? Not important
I brought some cocaine if you snortin'
She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet
Suck the white off, white chocolate
I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless, and flawless
Smallest, regardless, largest in charge
And born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans
Skateboard, I'm gnarly, Drake, Tunechi, and Barbie, you know
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Truffle Butter
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Nicki Minaj
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[Intro]
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
[Verse 1]
Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keepin' me stylish
Now that's real, real, real
Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushin' daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
[Pre-Chorus]
By the way, what he say? (Hey, hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (Hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (Hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill
He keep tellin' me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (Hey)
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (Hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag and I hit him with the jab like (Hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (Hey, hey)
[Chorus]
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
[Post-Chorus]
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Oh-oh-oh)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt
[Verse 2]
This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talkin' 'bout Eiffel's
Real country-ass nigga let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he callin' me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it 'cause he slang cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb shit
[Pre-Chorus]
By the way, what he say? (Hey, hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (Hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (Hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill
He keep tellin' me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (Hey)
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (Hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like (Hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (Hey, hey)
[Post-Chorus]
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh-oh-oh, oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt
[Breakdown]
Little in the middle, but she got much back
Little in the middle, but she got much back
Little in the middle, but she got much back
Oh my God, look at her butt
[Chorus]
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Don't, my anaconda don't
Don't want none unless you got buns, hun
[Post-Chorus]
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Little in the middle, but she got much back)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Little in the middle, but she got much back)
Oh-oh-oh, oh my gosh, look at her butt (Little in the middle, but she got much back)
Oh my God (Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at)
Look at her butt
[Outro]
Yeah, he love this fat ass
Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck those skinny bitches, fuck those skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat-ass bitches in the motherfuckin' club
Fuck you if you skinny, bitches, what? Kyuh
Rrr, yeah
I got a big fat ass
Kyuh, come on
Hey
Hey
Hey
|
Anaconda
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Verse 1]
Ayo, look like I'm goin' for a swim
Dunked on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim
Bitch ain't comin' off the bench
While I'm comin' off the court fully drenched
Here go some haterade, get ya thirst quenched
Styled on 'em in this Burberry trench
These birds copy every word, every inch
But gang gang got the hammer and the wrench (Brrr)
I pull up in that quarter milli off the lot
Oh, now she tryna be friends like I forgot
Show off my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc (By the rock)
Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock
[Chorus]
Ayo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
He keep on dialin' Nicki like the Prince song
I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
Ayo, I been north, Lara been Croft
Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off
[Interlude 1]
Oh, I get it, huh, they paintin' me out to be the bad guy
Well it's the last time you gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me
[Verse 2]
I went and copped the chopsticks, put it in my bun just to pop shit
I'm always in the top shit, box seats, bitch, fuck the gossip
How many of them coulda did it with finesse?
Now everybody like, "She really is the best"
You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess
Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest
Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, it's King Kong
Bitch, it's King Kong, this is King Kong
Chinese ink on, Siamese links on
Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding dong
Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, I'm King Kong
This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong
In my kingdom wit' my Timbs on
How many championships? What? Six rings on
[Interlude 2]
They need rappers like me
They need rappers like me
So they can get on their fucking keyboards
And make me the bad guy, Chun-Li
[Outro]
I come alive, I, I'm always sky high
Designer thigh highs, it's my lifestyle
I come alive, I, I'm always sky high
Designer thigh highs, it's my lifestyle
I need a Mai Tai, so fuckin' sci-fi
Give me the password to the fuckin' wifi
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Chun-Li
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Intro]
Yo
Man
Man
Uh
[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing
A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap
Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing
A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap
[Verse 1]
Uh, man, I been did that, man, I been popped off
And if she ain't tryin' to give it up, she get dropped off
Let me bust that U-ie, bitch, bust that open
Might spend a couple thou' just to bust that open
Rip it off, no joking, like your name Hulk Hogan
Niggas move weight in the South, but live in Hoboken
Bitch, I spit that crack, like I'm in that trap
So if you need a hit, then I'm with that bat (Bow!)
[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing
A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap
Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing
A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing (Tru!)
I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap (Yeah)
I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap (2 Chainz!)
[Verse 2]
Okay, now, Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, put it in your kidney
Got a new LS 450, ain't no keys in this doohickey
If I weren't rapping, I'd be trapping
If I weren't trapping, I'd be pimping
If I weren't pimping, I'd be getting it, period
I don't smoke no Bobby, but my denim be from Ricky (Ricky)
Got your girl on Molly, and we smokin' loud and drinkin' (Drinkin')
Got my top back so you can see what I been thinkin' (Thinkin')
I—If you know me then you know I've been thinking Franklin (Franklin)
Money (Money), thousands (Thousands)
True Religion trousers (Tell 'em!)
Got a private home, started from them public houses (Damn)
Hair weave killer (Killer), causing her arousal (Tru)
Audi A8, told them "outtie 5000," uh!
[Bridge]
Damn, damn, what they say about me?
I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit
If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch
I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life
Damn, damn, what they say about me?
I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit
If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch
I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life
[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing
A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap
[Verse 3]
Man, I'm out in Texas, man, I'm out in A-town
Then I'm up in Chi-town or Miami shuttin' it down
It's that New Orleans, it's LA or The Bay
It's New York, Philly, and the whole DMV
I'm a Detroit player, man, it's North-South Cack
Ohio, Pittsburgh, got St. Louis on deck
It's Delaware, Connecticut, it's New Jersey got hella bricks
It's Queens, Brooklyn, and yeah, they wildin'
Bronx, Harlem, and Staten Island
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Beez In The Trap
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Intro]
M-M-Murda
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't need no, frauds
I don't need no, drama when you call
I don't need no, fake
Soon as I wake up keep an eye out for the snakes, yeah
[Chorus]
'Cause I don't need no, fraud
I don't no, drama when you call
I don't need no, lies
Pick a side, pick a side
I took the price, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
I took the price, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
[Verse 1]
Aye yo, throw your wrist-es up, all my bitches up
These niggas is pussier than what? All them dicks is up
All my real niggas down to ride, throw your GSXRs up
I ain't in the projects, but all my bricks is up, rrrr
You can't be Pablo if your work ain't sellin'
What the fuck is this bitch inhalin'?
I woulda helped you out that pit you fell in
I am the generous queen! Ask Ms. Ellen
Tried to drop "Another One", you was itchin' to scrap
You exposed your ghostwriter, now you wish it was scrapped
Heard your pussy on yuck, I guess you needed a Pap
What type of bum bitch shoot a friend over a rack?
What type of mother leave her one son over a stack?
Lil Boogie down basic bitch thinkin' she back
Back to back, oh you mean, back to wack?
"Back to Back"? Me and Drizzy laughed at that
They say numbers don't matter but when they discussin' the kings
They turn around and say Lebron ain't got six rings
I never signed a 360, bitch you wild dumb
That's why Jay ain't clear his verse for your album
Sheneneh, you a fraud committin' perjury
I got before and after pictures of your surgery
Rah took you to her doc, but you don't look like Rah
Left the operating table, still look like "nah"
[Chorus]
'Cause I don't need no, frauds
I don't need no, drama when you call
I don't need no, lies
Pick a side, pick a side
I took the price, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
I took the price, yeah, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, never been no fraud
Why do niggas that are not involved love to get involved?
Why do niggas claim the streets and act just like the law?
Riddles that I cannot seem to solve, man
Cristal, come at me, Weezy F and Nick
All come and spoke about your shit in '15
Man, I know you niggas saw this one comin'
My net worth sound like grrrrrr
But they don't pay in cash
Niggas see me like, "What up, Killa?"
Man, please stop bringin' up my past
I'd really love to leave that behind
Sometimes I ask God, "Man, why him?"
Like the team that I would never leave behind
I really gotta ease off the wine
Which is funny because I just saw Nick the other day
And she keeps getting finer over time
I just know
[Chorus]
I don't need no, frauds
I don't need no, drama when you call
I don't need no, lies
Pick a side, pick a side
I took the price, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
I took the price, yeah, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
[Verse 3]
Uh, I am not a fraud, YM, I'm the god
They don't make 'em like me no more, man, I'm a dinosaur
Blunt be tight as biker shorts, twisted like some handlebars
Lil' Tune out a cartoon or Avatar
I just looked in the mirror like, "Alright, alright, alright"
I would let that little nigga right there fuck my wife, word
I don't need no fraud bitches in and out my life, word
In and out my pockets and then in and out of sight, word
I don't need no drama, I just need some nana
Just told my lil' mama, "Babe, I think I love you, kinda"
Feelin' like Tune-y Montana, Weezy, he get honored
Drake a headliner, and Nicki, she get finer, word
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No Frauds
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Intro]
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass—
[Verse 1]
Yo, I employ these niggas
They be grown men, but I Little Boy these niggas
Want the cookie, so I gotta Chips Ahoy these niggas
But I never iPhone, Android these niggas
Use rubbers with 'em, I'on ever raw these niggas
More money than 'em, I'ma son all these niggas
I ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these niggas
Put 'em on time-out and never call these niggas
P-p-p-pussy like girls, damn, is my pussy gay?
It's a holiday, Play-With-My-Pussy Day
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy taken
Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican
Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation
You loose bitches need a pussy renovation
Y-y-you could eat it with a pussy reservation
P-p-pussy 'bout to get a standin' ovation
Clap, clap, clap for this pussy, nigga
But I can't give this pussy to a pussy nigga
Aw, man, slow down
I'ma get you something that you could hold down
But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that
I'ma make a movie still, Kill Bill for that
'Cause what the fuck, this ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down?
What the fuck, I ain't smokin' hot, bust me down?
You the same clown nigga that was runnin' me down?
Now you all up in the sauce 'cause you wanna be down?
I said, rule number one to be a boss ass bitch
Never let a clown nigga try to play you
If he play you, then rule number two
Fuck his best friends then make 'em yes-men
And get a dick pic and then you press send
And send a red heart and send a kissy face
And tell him that his friends love how your pussy taste
And that's rule three, I'm the school tea'
My wrist look like I am a jewel thief
But that's just 'cause I am a boss bitch
Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish
[Chorus]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
[Verse 2]
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-if he catch my drift, he could catch my jizz
I be out in Cali runnin' all my businesses
I be out in Cali watchin' back my Christmas vids
Every time I fuck 'em, yes, I tell him this is his
Looked down at it, and I said, "This is big"
Man, my game so cold I said, "This is rigged"
Best flow in the game, this is not a lie
Tell 'em bitches, cross they "t"s and dot they "i"s
I-I-I-I-I-I-I came back, bitches' flows still boring
I said, "Damn, man, go back to whoring"
You know I still lead the league in scoring
You know I'm still bad and I'm still foreign
I-I-I'ma give bitches time to get hot
Chill out at the game, New York Knickerbock'
If they actually got bars, they could rock
But if not, I'ma destroy chicks a lot, oh
But on the real, I'm in album mode
Just dropped this freestyle 'fore these files get old
When I lay low, bitches be safe and sound
When I come back, they better not make a sound
Hahaha, I hear you
[Bridge]
When I'm back on the prowl
You bitches better have my money
'Cause I'm coming for you
Ooh, ooh
[Verse 3]
Uh, okay, I order rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold, got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I'll go rich bitch off
'Cause you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off
When I'm at the restaurant, rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold, I got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I'll go rich bitch off
And you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off
Off, off, off, off, off, off, off
I'm a b—, I'm a boss
[Outro]
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is
Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is
Ask Young Money who the five-star bitch is
Who the five-star bitch is, who the five-star bitch is
Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is
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Boss Ass Bitch (Remix)
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Nicki Minaj
|
[Chorus]
All I, all I know is there should be no reason (Look at y'all niggas)
All I know is there should be no reason (Niggas)
All I, all I know is there should be, all I know
All I, all I know is there should be no reason (Look at y'all niggas)
All I know, you know, and you know (Niggas)
Look at why, there's no reason
[Verse 1]
Look at y'all smokin' ass niggas
After every pull, niggas start chokin' ass niggas
(You know why) Nigga-nigga
(All, all I know is there's no reason)
Look at y'all bitch ass niggas
Stop lyin' on your dick ass niggas
(You know why) Nigga-nigga
(All, all I know is there's no)
Look at y'all lookin' ass niggas
Stop lookin' at my ass ass niggas (Reason)
Look at y'all lyin' ass niggas
Talkin' 'bout, "It's paid off," but it's financed, lyin' ass nigga
Bunch of non-mogul ass niggas
Frontin' like they got a plan, Boost Mobile ass nigga, nigga, nigga
Look at y'all, can't get a job
So you plottin' how to rob ass niggas
I ain't gotta check for y'all
But if I'ma check for y'all, I'ma need a check from y'all niggas
I don't want sex, give a fuck about your ex
I don't even want a text from y'all niggas
I'm rapin' you niggas
Look at this pic, look at what the fuck I gave to you niggas
Ain't feelin' these niggas
Niggas want my time, call me Clinton, I'm billin' these niggas
[Chorus]
All I, all I know is there should be no reason
All I know is there should be no reason
All I, all I know is there should be, all I know
All I, all I know is there should be no reason
All I know, you know, and you know
Look at why, there's no reason
[Verse 2]
Look at y'all sharin' one bottle in the club
One bottle full of bub' ass niggas
Look at y'all non havin' game ass niggas
Y'all niggas share a chain ass niggas
Same cup in the hand ass nigga
In the club with a credit card scam ass nigga
No dick in the pants ass nigga
I'll be damned if I fuck a non-man ass nigga
I will, I will, I will never fuck a non-man ass nigga
I would never lie
Even if that nigga flew me and my bitches all the way out to Dubai
Pussy, you dry, pussy ass nigga, you lie
Pussy ass nigga, you high
Bitch I'm me, hundred on the wrist, I ski
Art on the wall, Basqui', fuck who see
Look at you fake dope dealers
Know real niggas that be movin' weight in them villas
Talkin' 'bout ki's, say, "It's ki's in the van"
But he really move grams, and he split it with his mans
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Lookin Ass
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Verse 1]
He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas 'cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things, ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo and grams to Sing Sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
Five year bid up north when they ratted
Anyway, I felt him, helped him, put him on lock, seat belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm Momma Dee in that order, I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk, but I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa, I never fuck with beginners
I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers
I'm in the zone
[Chorus]
They holler at me, but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me and my crew, we can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby, it's your world, ain't it? (Alright)
Baby, it's your world, ain't it? (Uh)
[Verse 2]
She got a nigga at home, and one on the side
Best friend is a dyke, they fucked around a few times
Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her make me some money, she tell me, "Make me a wife"
I tell her, "Bitch, you crazy, fuck wrong with you?"
And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser
And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin'
And I say, "What about them niggas?" She say, "What about them niggas?"
You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight, don't judge me, I get life
She love me like a brother, but fuck me like a husband
Pussy like a oven, too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is rub it, the genie out the bottle
Pussy so wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me that's it's mine, I tell her stop lyin'
Mine and who else? She say worry 'bout yourself
Lil Tune
[Chorus]
They holler at me, but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me and my crew, we can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby, it's your world, ain't it?
Baby, it's your world, ain't it?
[Outro]
I know you want it, boy
I see you tryin'
Just keep on pushin'
I'ma let you slide in
Just close your eyes and
This horizon
It's ready, come get you some
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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High School
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Intro]
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga
SremmLife
Black Barbies in the city
Fat ass and pretty titties
Get dummies for they money
You sent flowers, but I wish I didn't receive 'em
All your lies, I wish I didn't believe 'em
[Chorus]
That boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty, but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo, but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always lookin' for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what mama told me
Furry moon boots, shades DITA
Too high to give a shit about PETA
[Verse 1]
Sativa so strong, I'm not blinkin'
What in the world was I thinking?
New day, new money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I-I'm a fuckin' Black Barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the 'Rari
Always fuck him like I'm sorry
Who the fuck is gon' protect her?
If I really gotta check her
Peter Piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple decker
[Interlude]
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No-flex zone, no-flex zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No-flex zone
[Verse 2]
I see these silly nigga's flexin', it's a no zone
You gon' be floatin' in dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist lookin' like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I said, "Ooh, shit"
Picked up my phone 'cause I had to call bullshit
These bitches havin' nightmares of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they don't ever do shit
Get it? Douche
Half a milli on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I'm prayin' all my foreigns don't get deported
Niggas love me so much they be sendin' me gifts
And these clown niggas actin', I'ma send 'em some skits
Bitches can't rap for shit, I'ma send 'em some tips
All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin' my tits
[Interlude]
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no)
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no)
[Verse 3]
Now usually I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus
Usually I'm a Christian, but this peace is Buddhist
All of my niggas draw, but none of them cartoonists
Usually I'm the baddest, usually I'm the cutest
Usually I'm the flyest, usually you're the stewardess
And we ain't playin' ball, but usually it's some shooters
Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain't lucid
Go against the queen, your career will be elusive
Where your plaques at? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)
[Outro]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
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Black Barbies
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Pre-Chorus]
Pills and potions, we're overdosin'
I'm angry, but I still love you
Pills and potions, we're overdosin'
Can't stand it, but I still love you
[Chorus]
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still love
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still love
[Verse 1]
Ayo, they could never make me hate you
Even though what you was doin' wasn't tasteful
Even though you out here lookin' so ungrateful
I'ma keep it movin', be classy and graceful
I told 'em it's no friends in the game, you ain't learn that yet
All the bridges you came over, don't burn that yet
Niggas want respect, but niggas ain't earn that yet
Self-righteous and entitled but they swearin' on the Bible
That they love you when, really, they no different from all your rivals
But I still don't wish death on 'em, I just reflect on 'em
[Verse 2]
Yo, people'll love you and support you when it's beneficial
I'ma forgive, I won't forget, but I'ma dead the issue
Soon as you outta niggas lives is when they start to miss you
They see you doin' good, now it's kinda hard to diss you
Niggas be sick when they remember all the bad they wished you
Niggas be mad when they can't come and live lavish wit' you
Bu-bu-but I sped off in the Benzy
I see the envy when I'm causin' a frenzy (Kyuh)
So I pop pills for 'em (Rrrah)
Cop cribs in the hills on 'em
[Bridge]
I get high off
Your memory
I get high off
Your memory
I get high off
Your memory
In due time
We'll be fine
In due time
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Pills N Potions
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Nicki Minaj
|
[Verse 1]
I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin
So far ahead, these bums is laggin'
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin'
I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin'
So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it, has-been
Hang it up, flatscreen
Plasma
"Hey Nicki, hey Nicki," asthma
I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine
I got bars, sentencin'
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt
And I'll kick that ho, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, I'm in the front
You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it
Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with
You lil' Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lock
I am a movie, camera block
You outta work, I know it's tough
But enough is enough
[Chorus]
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
[Verse 2]
I ain't into S&M, but my whip's off the chain
A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame
Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain
An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a frame
You don't like it, then peel off, bitch
Every last woman on Earth I'll kill off
And I still wouldn't fuck you, slut
So wipe the smile on your grill off
I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off
Get the wheels turning, spin, and wheel off
Snap the axle in half, bust the tie-rod
Quit hollering, "Why, God?"
He ain't got shit to do with it
Bygones'll never be bygones
The world ain't finished swallowing my wad
I ain't finished blowing it, nice bra
Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch, life's hard
I swear to God life is a dumb blonde white broad
With fake tits and a bad dye job
Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad
So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod
And caught her stealing my music
So I tied her arms and legs to the bed
Set up the camera and pissed twice on her
Look, two pees and a tripod
The moral to the story is life's treating you like dry sod?
Kick it back in its face, my God
It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd
But don't ask why, bitch, ask why not?
The world-world is my punching bag and
If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots
Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me
Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it
Like a, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
You fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagon
You must've went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end
Told you to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic
[Verse 3]
Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on?
Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
Should've sent a thank-you note, you little ho
Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow
"Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot"
Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot?
Well, bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot
Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top
I hear the mumblin', I hear the cacklin'
I got 'em scared, shook, panickin'
Overseas, church, Vatican
You at a standstill, mannequin
You wanna sleep on me? Overnight?
I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite
And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike
Now all my niggas gettin' buck, overbite
I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis
Raggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highs
I call the play, now do you see why?
These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli
Manning, Eli, these bitches callin' me Manning, Eli
[Verse 4]
All you lil' faggots can suck it
No homo, but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets
And I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bend
Yeah, look who's back again, bitch, keep acting as if
You have the same passion I have, yeah, right
Still hungry, my ass, you ass-dicks had gastric bypass
Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass
And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids, but eyelash
Go take a flying leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony
'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass
You know what time it is, so why ask?
When Shady and Nicki's worlds clash
It's high class meets white trash
[Outro]
Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it
You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad
You and this boy Slim Shady
What's going on? They'll lock you away
They'll put you in a jail cell, I promise
Take your mother's warning, Roman, please
Back to bed, run along, let's go, come on
Wash your mouth out with soap, boys
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Roman’s Revenge
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Nicki Minaj
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[Intro]
Dem-dem-dem-dem dem-dem
Dem-dem-dem-dem
Dem-dem-dem-dem dem-dem
Dem-dem-dem-dem
[Verse 1]
Uh, I'm in my prime, Optimus
Sagittarius, so you know I'm an optimist
Man, keep it all real, I'm a prophetess (Okay)
So at least you took an L off your bucket list (Bucket list)
It's time to make hits and it's time to diss
How you still dissin', still can't find some hits? (Okay)
Was it worth it, dummy? I ain't mind a bit
Still on that show gettin' no chips, time to dip
[Pre-Chorus]
I, I, I, I-I, I-I, I (Okay)
I'm still fly, just bagged a white guy (Okay)
Ritchie like Guy and I still eat Thai
Want the Nicki cheat code? Come on, bitch, nice try
[Chorus]
Let's be real, all you bitches wanna look like me
Wanna be in demand, get booked like me
Wanna run up in the lab and cook like me
But ain't nan you hoes pussy good like me
Pussy so good his ex wanna still fight me
Face so pretty bitches wish they could slice me
She just mad 'cause he never bought her ice like me
I cut all my niggas off, but they would still wife me (Still wife me)
[Verse 2]
Rap bitches tell they team, "Make 'em like Barbie"
Had to come off IG so they can't stalk me
All they do is copy looks, steal music too
Want to see what bitches do when they lose the blue-print
I mean the pinkprint, ho, let it sink in
I spoke to Jay the other day, he's still the kingpin
He's still the only nigga that I woulda signed to
If I ain't sign to Wayne's perfectly designed crew
'Cause we the big three, don't need a big speech
We made the biggest impact, check the spreadsheet
That's Lil Weezy, the Barbie and Drizzy Drake
Niggas gettin' more cheese, kissy face
I'm a bad bitch, fuck the bitch (Uh)
Bitch get slick, I'ma cut the bitch
I'm a bad bitch, suck some dick (Okay)
If that bitch get slick, I'll cut the bitch
I'll cut up the bitch, I'll gut the bitch (Okay)
Had to fuck up the bitch, man, fuck the bitch
Won't shoot her but I will gun-butt the bitch
When we say "Fuck the bitch," dick up the bitch
She was stuck-up so my niggas stuck up the bitch
Still draggin' her so don't pick up the bitch
Get the combination to the safe, drug the bitch
Know the whole operation been bugged the bitch
[Bridge]
They would still wife me
They would still wife me
Yup, him too, he would still wife me
Ahh, ha
[Verse 3]
When it come to stealin' flows, these birds is fluent
But they stutter when get asked 'bout the queen's influence
When it's clear they bite me, I'm flattered they like me
I don't wanna check bitches, tell 'em wear their Nikes
Barbie tingz, that's Barbie tingz
Big Barbie tingz, that's Barbie tingz
Big Barbie tingz, that's Barbie tingz
Uh, Barbie dreamhouse, Barbie rings
That's Barbie beach house, Barbie Benz
Uh, Barbie white picket Barbie fence
All tea, all shade, bitch, all offense
If you ever try to confiscate Barbie's Ken
I'ma put you in the box where my dollies been
Chop it up and the next stop garbage bin
'Cause you hoes too old to be gossipin'
I'm just tryna find out when the new Porsche come in
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Barbie Tingz
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Nicki Minaj
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[Intro]
(Been trill, been doin' it, been at it)
Your flow is such a bore
Drinkin' a bottle of Henny through a straw
Bitch, you better stop that dialogue (28 shit)
'Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalog
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Sigh
How you fuck your mother man when she die?
How you go on Gayle King and can't cry?
Chile, bye
Big Foot, but you still a small fry
Swearin' on your dead mother when you lie (Ayo)
[Verse]
This lil' beggin' whore talkin' 'bout Megan's Law
For a free beat, you could hit Megan raw (Ooh)
If you a ghostwriter, party in Megan jaw (Ooh)
Shots thrown, but I still ain't let Megan score (Tell 'em)
Bad bitch, she like six foot (Ooh), I call her Big Foot (Brr)
The bitch fell off, I said, "Get up on your good foot"
Uh, still ain't topped "Red Ruby" (No, no, mhm)
Tryna steal the sauce, I said, "Get up out my cookbook" (Brr)
But really, I'm a sweetie pie
P-R-T-T-Y, but I'm P-E-T-T-Y (Brr)
Um, why did you lie about your lipo?
Fuckin' your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though
You was lyin' to the queen, then you went lyin' to the King, Gayle
The thirty-year-old tea so stale
Kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car
Barbz, I need a good alcohol bar
Roman, wait, that was the bar
Like a body builder, I keep raisin' the bar
Fuck you get shot with no scar? (Brr)
This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it
Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Shit'll get dark like chocolate
I'm 'bout to get up in your ass, bitch, clench (Woo)
Mm, yeah, sorta like French
They got you all them Grammys, but your flow's still a no
What a fiasco, Lupe
Future made you pay (Haha)
She wanna party with DaBaby while rubbin' on Tory toupée
I guess she needed money bags for them Trey Songz
She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it
Yo, why the fuck they poke the monster?
Fuckin' with Nicki this year, ho, I'm comin' like a pornstar
She just mad that no nigga ever loved her
No nigga gon' stand ten toes behind her
Is it my fault I got good vagin-er?
Why the fuck is you humpin' on a minor?
'Cause she was lyin' on your dead mama (Ooh), on-on your dead mama (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Lyin' on your dead mama, on-on your dead mama
Lyin' on your dead mama, lyin' on your dead mama
Lyin' on your, lyin', lyin', lyin' on your dead mama (Brr, ooh)
[Outro]
Now listen up, Big Foot
You know I got a lotta tea
I went easy on you
Umm (Glass-fragment-foot-ass bitch)
You know, whenever I meet a woman that would fuck her friend's man
(And let your friend talk about your ex-friend baby on the internet)
I know that (No, no), they have a very evil spirit
Um (Where my prayer warriors at?)
I don't think you want the next installment of this song
I know it's the most attention you've ever gotten
One-flow ho, but, uh, trust
If you don't apologize to your mama in twenty-four hours
Shit gon' get uglier than KenBarbie, okay? Don't play
Um, and also, I'd like to say
To my supporters, I love you, may God bless you, you're amazing
Um, all the good-pussy gyal dem too, yes
But
I'm very serious
Ho, the things that you've lied about
Even pertaining to your mom
You don't want them out, okay?
Now
Since you think it's funny to speak about people's families
We'll all join in
We'll all play the reindeer games
Soon as your new nose heals
And soon as your—
Well, let's leave that for the second installment, rrr
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Big Foot
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Nicki Minaj
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[Intro]
(The Aphilliates, nigga, pay attention)
Yo, yo, yo
What's up, what's the deal?
(Trap-A-Holics)
It's your boy, Seven Up, man
You already know if it's up, then it's stuck, and all that
But you already know how it is, man
Shout out to Nicki Minaj, man
I just wanted to share, man, you already know
Free makeup, mixtapes, and all that, you know how we give it up
Got me yellin' on a plane, man, listen up, man
(Holiday Season)
[Verse 1 (False Start)]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, ayo
I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York, you was fuckin' a Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Franky
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my bla-
[DJ Drop]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah!
Okay, okay, woah, woah, Holiday
Wait, hold on, hold on, Holiday!
You can't give it to 'em dry like that
You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga
Like, come on now!
You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you!)
They can't just get that shit right off the top
Like, you gotta bring that shit back
Bring that shit the fuck back! (Let's go! Holiday Season, ayy!)
I think we got y'all's attention now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday, (Holiday Season, nigga) Mizay Entertainment
Shouts out Trap-A-Holics (Trap-A-Holics, biatch), we run this!
Let's go, Nicki!
[Verse 2]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, ayo
I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York, you was fuckin' a Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Franky
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie
Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel
Keep the Snow White, I could buy it by the bundle
Step your cookies up 'fore they crumble
Don't be actin' like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (Fumble)
'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer
All the dope boys gon' feel her
Flow so sick I need a healer
Fuck is my MAC concealer?
I be out in Queens on the back of four-
Whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal
That's why I get more head than a pigtail
Put some ranch out, I’m gettin' the munchies
I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entrée
'Cause they be thinking they can spit, spit-shine my shoes
You know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobs
I'm the only thing hoppin', like a kangaroo
I mean the only thing poppin', like a can of brew
Listen, you should buy a sixteen, 'cause I write it good
That 808 woof-woof, 'cause I ride it good
And bitches can't find they man, 'cause I ride it good
I'm the wolf, where is Little Red-a Riding Hood?
[Chorus]
Now, if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, "Park it"
I'on fuck with pigs, like "as-salamu alaykum"
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em
And if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, "Park it"
I'on fuck with pigs, like "as-salamu alaykum"
I put 'em in a field and I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em, bitches, kyuh
(Holiday Season!)
[Interlude]
Wow
It's like I just single-handedly annihilated, you know, every rap bitch in the building
It's like, it's like, I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinsky, Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki the Harajuku Barbie
Like, I mean, I don't even know why you girls bother at this point
Like, give it up! It's me!
I win! You lose! Hahahahahahaha
Oh, shit! Hahaha, yo
[Bridge]
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
Now, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
Hehe, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
[Outro]
Hahahahahaha
I told you, I told you before
I told you y'all was gonna have to pick my fruit out
Now listen, in addition to pickin' my fruit out
I want y'all to start going to the boutiques
Y'knahmsayin, get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me
I want, I want, you know, leopard-skin, and, you know?
I want, I want all that crazy lizard-skin shit, like, you know?
Make sure you...
You can be my personal shopper!
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha
Ayo!
Woo
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
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Itty Bitty Piggy
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Nicki Minaj
|
[Intro]
RedOne
Uh
[Verse 1]
Let's go to the beach-each, let's go get away
They say, what they gonna say
Have a drink, clink, found the Bud Light
Bad bitches like me is hard to come by
The Patrón own, let's go get it on
The zone on, yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow off my money and don't give two shits, oh-oh
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm on the floor, floor, I love to dance
So give me more, more 'til I can't stand
Get on the floor, floor like it's your last chance
If you want more, more, then here I am
[Chorus]
Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Can't stop 'cause we're so high
Let's do this one more time (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Starships, were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Let's do this one last time
Can't stop
[Drop]
We're higher than a motherfucka
We're higher than a motherfucka
We're higher than a motherfucka
[Verse 2]
Jump in my hoopty-hoopty-hoop, I own that
And I ain't payin' my rent this month, I owe that
But fuck who you want, and fuck who you like
Dancehall life, there's no end in sight
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Now everybody let me hear you say, "Ray, ray, ray"
Now spend all your money, 'cause today payday
And if you a G, you a G-G-G
My name is Onika, you can call me Nicki (Woo)
[Pre-Chorus]
Get on the floor, floor like it's your last chance
If you want more, more, then here I am
[Chorus]
Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Can't stop 'cause we're so high
Let's do this one more time (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Starships, were meant to fly
Hands up, and touch the sky (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Let's do this one last time
Can't stop
[Chorus]
Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Can't stop 'cause we're so high
Let's do this one more time (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Starships, were meant to fly
Hands up, and touch the sky (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Let's do this one last time
Can't stop
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Starships
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Nicki Minaj
|
[Intro]
(Bangladesh)
[Chorus]
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
[Verse 1]
All these bitches is my sons
And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em (Pss)
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off
And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam, radiator
[Chorus]
(That was a earthquake, bitch), shitted on 'em
(You felt the ground shake, right?), man, I just shitted on 'em
(You bitches ain't fucking with her), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You must've, ah)
(You must've lost your fuckin' mind), shitted on 'em
(You must've bumped your fuckin' head), man, I just shitted on 'em
(You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-looking bitches), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (Uh, yo, ah)
[Verse 2]
This stone is flawless, F1
I keep shooters up top in the F1
A lot of bad bitches beggin' me to F one
But I'ma eat them rap bitches when the chef come
Throw some fresh ones
More talent in my motherfuckin' left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan, then the bitch deaf, dumb
You ain't my son, you my motherfuckin' step-son
[Chorus]
(I don't know what layaway look like), shitted on 'em
(Bitch, I can't even spell "welfare"), man, I just shitted on 'em
(You got me mistaken with your mother, ho), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You bitches at the bottom of the totem pole)
(We at the top, bitch, she flopped), shitted on 'em
(Louis Vuitton everything, bitch), man, I just shitted on 'em
(Gucci, we don't fuck with it, it's too cheap, motherfucker), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You bitches, ah, man)
[Verse 3]
All these bitches is my sons
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Phoenix
Bitch, I get money, so I dos what I pleases
I live where the motherfuckin' pools and the trees is
Broke bitches so crusty (Disgust me)
Gave the bitch a ride, got the Continental dusty
Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the duff'-B
Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me, ew
I'm the terminator
Bitch talk slick, I'ma have to terminate her
These little nappy-headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed, I'll spray you with the germinator (Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh)
Move back, bugs
Matter fact, you know the queen could use a back rub (Ah)
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used to be here, now you're gone, Nair
[Chorus]
(You nappy-headed son of a bitches), shitted on 'em
(I'ma start throwing Just for Me perm at your heads), man, I just shitted on 'em
(I'ma get the kid version), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (The kid version, 'cause you're a bunch of kids)
(Bunch of lil' nappy-headed hoes runnin' around, yeah), shitted on 'em
(Just for Me), man, I just shitted on 'em
(You know it, yeah, ho, you know it), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (Just for Me perm in your head when we see you, ow)
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Did It On’em
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Nicki Minaj
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[Intro]
I'm always yours, ooh woah (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
[Chorus]
And I'm bad like the Barbie (Barbie)
I'm a doll, but I still wanna party (Party)
Pink 'Vette like I'm ready to bend (Bend)
I'm a ten, so I pull in a Ken
Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nikki (Grrah)
All of the Barbies is pretty (Damn)
All of the Barbies is bad
It girls (It girls) and we ain't playin' tag (Grrah)
[Verse 1]
Rad, but he spank me when I get bad
I'm in LA, Rodeo Drive
I'm in New York, Madison Ave
I'm a Barbie girl (Girl), Pink Barbie Dreamhouse
The way Ken be killin' shit got me yellin' out like the Scream house (Woo)
Yellin' out, we ain't sellin' out
We got money, but we ain't lendin' out
We got bars, but we ain't bailin' out
In that pink Ferrari, we peelin' out
I told Tae bring the Bob Dylan out
That pussy so cold, we just chillin' out
They be yellin', yellin', ye-yellin' out
It's Barbie, bitch, if you still in doubt (Oh)
[Verse 2]
Barbie ain't nothin' to play 'bout
He wanna play in the Playhouse (Playhouse)
The fuck they gon' say now? (Grrah)
I'm washin' these bitches, I'm rubbin' the stain out
Like I'm ready to bend (Grrah)
All the fake Barbies just wanna pretend (Hey)
Like hold on, let me go find me a pen (Grrah)
Look where it led, now I'ma put it to bed
She a Barbie bitch with her Barbie clique (Grrah)
I keep draggin' her, so she bald a bit (Damn)
And I see the bread, I want all of it (Damn)
And I want the green, so I olive it (Grrah)
And I throw it back, so he losin' it (Like)
And I give the box with no shoes in it (Damn)
Yeah, I know the trick, so I got him bricked (Damn)
Yeah, they know who lit, me and Barbie, bitch
[Outro]
I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
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Barbie World
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Nicki Minaj
|
[Verse 1]
I fly with the stars in the skies
I am no longer trying to survive
I believe that life is a prize
But to live doesn't mean you're alive
Don't worry 'bout me and who I fire
I get what I desire, it's my empire
And yes, I call the shots, I am the umpire
I sprinkle holy water upon a vampire
In this very moment, I'm king
In this very moment, I slay Goliath with a sling
This very moment, I bring
Put it on everything that I will retire with the ring
And I will retire with the crown, yes
No, I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes
Clap for the heavyweight champ, me
But I couldn't do it all alone, we
Young Money raised me, grew up out in Baisley
Southside Jamaica, Queens, and it's crazy
'Cause I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me
Shout out to my haters, sorry that you couldn't faze me
Ain't being cocky, we just vindicated
Best believe that when we done, this moment will be syndicated
I don't know, this night just remind me of
Everything they deprived me of (Yeah)
Put your drinks up
It's a celebration every time we link up
We done did everything they can think of
Greatness is what we on the brink of
[Chorus]
I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life
'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive
I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life
This is my moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive
[Verse 2]
What I tell them hoes? Bow, bow, bow to me, drop down to your knees
Young Money the mafia, that's word to Lil' Cease
I'm in the Dominican, Big Papi Ortiz
Doing target practice, all these bitches just aiming to please
Shout out to the CEO, 500 Degreez
Shout out to the OVO, red wings and fatigues, oh
Niggas wanna be friends, how coincidental
This supposed to be y'all year? We ain't get the memo
A young king, pay me in gold
40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll
These niggas be droppin' songs, they ain't even cold
Weezy on top, and that nigga ain't even home yet
Yeah, be very afraid
These other rappers gettin' bodied and carried away
Fuck it, me and Nicki Nick gettin' married today
And all you bitches that be hatin' can catch a bouquet, ooh
Yeah, you a star in my eyes
You and all them white girls, party of five
Are we drinking a lil' more? I can hardly decide
I can't believe we really made it, I'm partly surprised, I swear
Damn, this one for the books, man
I swear this shit is as fun as it looks, man
I'm really tryna make it more than what it is
'Cause everybody dies, but not everybody lives, ah
[Bridge]
This is my moment
I waited all my
Life, I can tell it's time
Drifting away, I'm
One with the sunsets
I have become alive
[Chorus]
I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life
'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive
I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life
'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive
|
Moment 4 Life
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Chorus]
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (Oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (Oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
’Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
[Verse 1]
Mmm, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now
The G5'll get me out there in an hour now
The MAC movin’ like crack, I'm sellin' powder now
G-Game over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the trophies and the catalogue
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue
I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs (Kyuh)
The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh
[Refrain]
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
[Verse 2]
Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now?
I smoke ’em like hippies now
They see me, say, "Yippie," now
Homes runnin’ like Griffey now
They switchin' like sissies now
You niggas is iffy now
Bitches tune switchin’ up
We take 'em to Jiffy now
I'm thicker than peanut butter
He nuttin' like Skippy now
He want me to be his wife
His missus like sippi now, uh
[Chorus]
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (Oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (Oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
[Post-Chorus]
She invites me to the condo
Uh-oh, wifey's in Chicago (Oh, oh)
My side piece, but she's also
Someone's wife, so time we spend is borrowed
But it's our moment right here, fuck tomorrow
'Cause moments like these are to die for
And she's clear, all nice and easy
As hair when I'm bleaching it blonde
So we got that lightning in a bottle (Oh)
[Verse 3]
She's tipsy, I'm sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to load a
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is over
Think that shit's got pneumonia"
I told her, "Bitch, now, just hold up!"
That's why rap needs a doctor
Our genre's lymph nodes are swole up
It's time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis
'Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
That's why Tribe is so vital: we need Q-Tip for the culture
(Speed it up a little bit)
You ain't dealin' with a fuckin' featherweight
I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache
And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake
I want to accelerate to a level that I can elevate
Demented with the pen, I'll make the mothafucker detonate
I wanna make it acapella—wait, I gotta set a date
With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop, Hell awaits, and I'ma get a special place
Now, take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
Like I'm a meteorite, and mothafuck the fucking media
Right in the behind; I'm a human encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
And you're never gonna reach these heights
They're just too high to reach it
I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest
You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna decide to cheat
'Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you fire-breathe, ain't shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire Mead pad up in a dryer sheet
And I'm back to rule the kingdom of fuck it
Better not use me as your topic
Anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me keep it 100
Two things shouldn't be your themes of discussion
The queen and her husband
Last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah
[Chorus]
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (Oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (Oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
[Verse 4]
Yo, now let me hit you back
Told 'em I'd get you back
I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that
I am who did you that
You trippin', did you pack?
Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack
Check out this Nicki act
Nicki this, Nicki that
All these bitches piggyback
Ha, piggyback, ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah, ah back, ah, ah
[Outro]
Out ah road, they lovin' my style (Style)
The man dem want digits fi dial (Dial)
Inna the dance, we a go skin out I know (I know)
And when I come out, y'all suicidal ('Cidal)
Yeah, on the real, I'm these bitches' idol (Idol)
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival (Rival)
'Cause I'm too powerful ('Cause I'm too powerful)
And you not powerful (Yeah, you not powerful)
So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow (Die slow)
Die slow (Die slow), die slow (Die slow)
Jealousy is a disease, die slow (Die slow)
Die slow (Die slow), die slow
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow
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Majesty
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm smokin' tarantula (Yeah)
Bae gave it to me (Hmm)
You dig? Yeah, hold up, hm
[Verse 1]
I'ma pull up so lit, I just might crash, dawg
Let me take this Balenciaga mask off to ask y'all, "Who asked y'all?"
Cita told me to stunt my ass off, that's all
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, he was a good cat, my bad, dawg
Don't put no K after that B-Boy, "Bad kall," that's flag talk
Fuck around and knock your flag off, I had to
I wore a Gat' before a tattoo, I had to
As a matter of fact, I had two
No cap, I'm on them capsules, I done relapsed, boo
But I been on my feet since Cinderella lost her glass shoe
The cash blue, but I'm still seein' green
I'm in the bathroom, and I'm peein' lean
My bitch a vacuum
I told her, "Keep me clean," the scene serene
I'm a badonkadonk and bikini fiend
I just need a queen that ain't scared to fuck a Stephen King
I used to live next door to Drake and Momma Dee
And Lisa Dee on Eagle Street
How I go from bars on the screen door to the TV screen?
Don't ask me, but never change the channel
Gucci flannel, Gucci socks, Gucci sandals
Gucci teddy bears, and pandas, not fake
Propaganda 'bout to blow out the candle
My lil' ho out Atlanta, got a ho out Atlanta
With a ho out Atlanta, she a ho out Atlanta
We get it, it's the same in each city
My bitch dance better than P. Diddy's
And ever since the pandemic
They don't wanna let Drake out of Canada
I been screamin', "Free Drizzy"
I know bae trust my vision but don't want me to see prison
Said, "I can't make no promises, either leave or come visit
But leave the keys to your heart next to your soul and your spirit"
Some see graffiti as art, some could see hoes to be women
But I'm the greediest shark amongst an ocean of killers
I put you six feet deep, I'm bein' socially distant
Nina Ross on the hip, the .44 is my mistress
Extra shots, extra clips, ain't talkin' videos nor vixens
Just come and see about it, bitch
Tunechi
[Verse 2]
Ayo, I am the star in any room that I stand in
I am the standout, you just my stand-in
These bitches copy my homework, that's what they hand in
That's why I'm private like the airports I land in
Life is a beach house, don't let the sand in
I ball in any arena, go let the fans in
I should go cop a new jersey, that's word to Camden
These bitches' time tick-tockin', better stick to dancin'
I D&G the wallet, my money tall and brolic
Big-ass backyards, just so Papa Bear can frolic
One Margherita pizza with Parmesan and garlic
These bitches thirsty, I can see why they alcoholics
Ain't gotta ever talk about it when you are about it
Just bought a new car, not to drive it, but to walk around it
Just call me "Nicki, cock the blicky," the Minaj is silent
Brand new vanilla Maserati, I been Häagen-Dazsin'
He call me solid even though I'm drippin', water diet
Big booty stickin' out, my Daisy Dukes'll cause a riot
These bitches still my sons, who could ever deny it?
My packs hit different, who could ever supply it?
No one bitch could be my opp, that shit offends me
It's corporate giants and machines that went against me
I wash bitches, man, they couldn't even rinse me
She said she hot, I said, "Well, bitch, come and convince me"
Ain't no C in green, but I'm seein' green
Even with them floor seats, they couldn't see the team
The K-I-N-G, the GOAT, plus me, the Queen
I send shots, send 'em back or flee the scene
[Break]
You know, one of the perils of makin' money is
You can afford to be dramatic
Y'all some drama queens, for real
It's all good, though
You now tuned in to the biggest ever
YMCMB, Tunechi Lee, Young Angel, Young Lion, man
Y'all boys get on a track with Onika Maraj, and y'all still dyin'
Man, what's up? We in this bitch
[Verse 3]
This ain't gon' be the first time that I do numbers on two crutches
Seen more plaques than toothbrushes
Until I'm at the pearly white gates, I gotta move somethin', do somethin'
All meetings happen in person, so they can't prove nothin'
Known her eight years and still fuck her like a new husband
Tryna run a country like Putin one day, but who's rushin', who's bluffin'? For real
Who you huggin', who you wanna be lovin'?
I play forty-eight minutes on a torn meniscus, who's subbin'?
El Chico luxury, wanna see my niggas ball so bad, I started up a league
Fuck with me, you niggas can't trouble me from the Doubletree
Step your suites up, I get Oliver to set the beats up
2021, I had to wet the streets up
Your girl was better in the mornin' like a slice of pizza
That's when I had to hit her with the, "Nice to meet ya"
You niggas think you doin' damage, you just hypin' me up
Face who? I could see a wall of y'all, all of y'all and run straight through
Trust, it's all fun and games until I wanna play too
Ayy, dios mío, the ice is frío on the Jesus, it's bringin' me closer to God
I'm already close to the mob, I'm already known as the GOAT
Could try and get close, but you won't, I already packed the garage
None of these shits is a Dodge, none of this shit's a facade
None of this shit's a mirage
Thought I was seein' things when I was seein' green
6 G-O-D, CMB, yes sir
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Seeing Green
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Verse 1]
Yo, I had to reinvent, I put the V in vent
I put the heat in vents, man, I been competin' since
I look beyond what people sayin' and I see intent
Then I just sit back and decipher what they really meant
Cherish these nights, cherish these people
Life is a movie, but there'll never be a sequel
And I'm good with that, as long as I'm peaceful
As long as seven years from now, I'm takin' my daughter to preschool
Cherish these days, man, do they go quick
Just yesterday, I swear it was '06
Ten years ago, that's when you proposed
I looked down, "Yes, I suppose"
[Pre-Chorus]
All things go, all things go
All things go, all things go
[Chorus]
I feel one minute, yeah, we got it, then it's gone
While we keep waitin' for a moment to live for
So can't nobody ever tell me that I'm wrong
'Cause I'ma ride out wit' you, still, the night is young
And we keep goin', we go (We go, we go)
We wake back up and do it all again (And we know, we know)
Said, "Fuck the world, we ridin' 'til the end"
When all is said and done, look what we've become (Oh, we go)
I just want you to know that I did it for you
[Verse 2]
I lost my little cousin to a senseless act of violence
His sister said he wanted to stay with me, but I didn't invite him
Why didn't he ask? Or am I just buggin'?
'Cause since I got fame, they don't act the same
Even though they know that I love 'em
Family ties broken before me
Niggas tryna kill him, he ain't even call me
And that's the reflection of me
Yes, I get it, I get it was all me
I'll pop a pill and remember
The look in his eyes the last day he saw me
[Verse 3]
Lemme make this clear: I'm not difficult, I'm just 'bout my business
I'm not into fake industry parties and fake agendas
Rock with people for how they make me feel, not what they give me
Even the ones that hurt me the most, I still show forgiveness
I love my mother more than life itself and that's a fact
I'd give it all if somehow I could just rekindle that
She never understands why I'm so overprotective
The more I work, the more I feel like somehow they're neglected
I want 'Caiah to go to college just to say, "We did it"
My child with Aaron woulda been sixteen any minute
So in some ways, I feel like 'Caiah is the both of them
It's like he's 'Caiah's little angel lookin' over him
And I know Jelani will always love me and I'll always love him
And I'm just his little sister, not Nicki Minaj when I'm around him
Gee, we did it, let's leave this imprint
Just finished writin', this is The Pinkprint
[Outro]
All things go, all things go
All things go, all things go
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All Things Go
|
Nicki Minaj
|
[Intro]
(Bijan 4 The 1 Time)
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga! (Hey)
[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (Woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (Drrt) yeah (Drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (Woo)
57 90, split the coupe on my wrist (Ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Skrrt)
[Verse 1]
Poppin' but you really not gon' shoot (Pop)
90 pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (90)
Hop in my Bentayga and the seat is a masseuse (Hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (Ooh-ooh)
It's the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (Grrt)
Ain't worried 'bout the bag 'cause the cash accumulatin' (Bags)
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it (Hey)
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (Grind)
Put the iron on him if a nigga my opponent (Iron)
My car 500 and I don't put no miles on it (Ho)
I was runnin' 'round homie, with 500 thou' on me (Ho)
[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (Woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (Drrt) yeah (Drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (Woo)
57 90, split the coupe on my wrist (Ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Offset)
[Verse 2]
Told my fam, got the gang with me (Gang with me)
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin' on me? (How? How?)
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (Skrrt!)
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division (North, nawf)
Aim at your brain, yea we bought ya just like it's an auction, ain't it (Hey)
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it's car collision (Brrt-brrt)
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (Hey)
My shooter be begging "please", he ready to wack a nigga (Please, please)
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (Woo)
I'm giving your ho away like she a raffle, nigga (Here, here)
We get at it, then we 'gone pray with the pastor's scriptures (Hey)
[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (Woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (Drrt) yeah (Drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (Woo)
57 90, split the coupe on my wrist (Ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Skrrt)
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (Woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (Drrt) yeah (Drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (Woo)
57 90, split the coupe on my wrist (Ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Skrrt)
|
Ric Flair Drip
|
Offset
|
[Intro]
Diamonds on fleek
Bitch, I ain't talking about the heat, oh
Put it on, streets
We straight out the streets
We straight out the streets
Straight out the streets to a penthouse
[Pre-Chorus]
Straight out the streets to a penthouse, Miami beach (Yayo)
Niggas talk crazy on tweets (Who)
They don't want it 'cause I come to defeat (They don't wanna)
I peep, these niggas all sweet (Weak)
Bamboo sticks all in the Jeep (Brr, brr)
There's a new weirdo every week (Weirdo)
Get the whip, put it up for my seeds (Put it up)
No cure for the IG disease (No cure)
[Chorus]
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Clout)
Do anything for clout (Clout, do this, woo woo)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Hey)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, watch your mouth (Watch it)
Bitch, stay in your place (Place)
Bitch, get out the way (Move)
My bitch on your ass, Kim K (Yeah)
No disrespect (Nah)
The nigga be tripping, but we love Ye (He tripping)
Swapping out cars with my bitch
I bought her the Lambo, she bought me the Wraith (Swappin')
Practice, practice, practice make perfect
Nigga, it's never too late (Never, never, never)
I took the ssss outta the snake (I took the soul out the snake)
Then I take the bills up out of the bank (Racks)
The blog and the media fake (They fake)
Shorty DM me, I'm straight (I'm straight)
I'm not gon' bite on the bait (Nah)
Sippin' on toxic waste (Mud)
On the low with your bitch and it's great (On the low)
Mask on her face, Jason
Run to the set, we in shape (Shape)
If I go broke she gon' leave, escape (She gon')
I put two mill' in the safe just in case, don't go my way (No cap)
My kids gotta have money, not just me (Facts)
That's selfish (It's selfish)
Oh, I took the crown off the king like Mike did Elvis (Oh, I took it)
Ooh, the world is wild, he dying
Don't lie, that don't help him (World is wild)
Ooh, your bitch want to eat up the drip, and you cannot help it
[Verse 2]
Look, whole lotta people need to hear this (Facts)
It's a lotta names on my hit list (Bap, bap)
Mouth still say what it wants to (Woo)
Pussy still wet like a big bitch (Facts, facts)
I should run a whole blog at this rate (Phew)
They using my name for clickbait (Clickbait)
Bitches even wanna start fake beef (Fake beef)
To sell their little weave and a mixtape (Woo)
They know I'm the bomb, they ticking me off
Say anything to get a response
I know that mean they traffic is low
Somebody just gotta practice to launch
So fuck being tamed, I'd rather be wild
Bitches is Brandy, they wanna be down
Soon as these bitches got something to sell
They say my name, say my name, Destiny Child
Everybody wanna be lit, everybody wanna be rich
Everybody wanna be this, if I was you, I'd hate me bitch
Free my Primes, nigga, suck my dick
All of that talk and I'm calling it out
Public opinions from private accounts
You not a check, then you gotta bounce
I got the drip, come get an ounce
They do anything for clout (Clout)
Do anything for clout (Whoo)
Bitches is mad, bitches is trash (Errr)
Oscar the Grouch (Grouch)
Seeing me win, it gotta hurt
Ooh, ooh, ouch
Said when they see me, what they gon' do?
Bitch, not from the couch, bah
[Chorus]
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Clout)
Do anything for clout (Clout, do this, woo woo)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout
|
Clout
|
Offset
|
[Intro]
Woo
[Chorus]
I'm a maniac, go crazy for the cash (Hey, brazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper tags (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ridin’ through the city, 30 mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my momma was my dad (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (Hey, hey)
Lookin’ at the sky, think about my past (Sky)
When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (Floor)
Devil had a nigga soul livin' too fast (Soul)
Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep)
Controllin' me (Me), take a hold of me (Hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E! ('Sposed)
So naive (So), cold in the streets (Streets)
[Verse 1]
Sleep on my feet (Feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat (Zombies)
Miss my grandma, she was humble and sweet (Grandma)
I don't speak, let the check talk for me (Check, woo)
I can’t sleep ’less the TEC in my reach (TEC)
Hit the dope, make me choke, make me wheeze (Choke)
Sip the dope, help the pain at ease (Hey)
Tryna get the money 'fore it clean, it was dirty (Dirty)
Playin’ football, hide the fire in my girdle (Fire)
Gettin' locked up, runnin' round in a circle (Circle)
Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder
(Murder, murder, murder, murder)
Now my whole family hurtin'
(Hurtin’, hurtin', hurtin', hurtin')
Tryna see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain
(Curtain, curtain, curtain, curtain)
Night time lurkin' (Night, night)
Momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop workin' (Light, light, light)
Lookin' at my momma in her eyes (Momma)
Lookin' at me like a new person (New person)
She tellin' me I need to slow down (Slow down)
The pain don't go away with the Percy (Slow down)
That was when the rap wasn't working (Wasn't working)
Living in the trap, it's a circus (Trap circus)
See my grandma in a hearse (Grandma)
And Pistol P gone in the casket
Shot's fired, nigga blasting (Brrt)
Cops, they arrive, start smashing (Woop, woop)
Opps, we shoot shots like the Mavericks (Opps)
Vaults, put the cash up and we stash it (Stash)
You flop, we doing numbers can't imagine (Hey)
Money tunnel when the roof panoramic (Skrrt)
Count the bundles 'til my hand start crampin' (Cramp)
I come with the drip, I need a napkin (Hey)
[Chorus]
I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (Hey, brazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper tags (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ridin' through the city, 30 mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my momma was my dad (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (Hey, hey)
Lookin' at the sky, think about my past (Sky)
When I used to kick the door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (Floor)
Devil had a nigga soul livin' too fast
Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep)
Controllin' me (Me), take a hold of me (Hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by heat ('Sposed)
So naive (So), cold in the streets (Streets)
[Verse 2]
I been crossed out by my own brother (Woo, woo)
Ain't no rules in the street, don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go and bust it
Police 'bout to kick the door, now we gotta flush it
Ridin' on the backstreets thinkin' 'bout my brother
Prayin' that he come home to his loving mother
Can't believe it that I got it all out the gutter
FaceTime 'round three, Mike in a puddle
How am I 'posed to take it? (How?)
Niggas dyin' 'round the same time I had a baby (Hoo)
Here go the operator (Operator)
Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make it (He ain't 'gon make it)
Now my mind going brazy (Brazy)
Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred (I'm the cause of it)
Holdin' the revolver with the laser (Boop)
They done killed my nigga, start the war, bring the nation (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I got a boss situation (Boss)
Military basis when we travel 'cross the nation (Military)
Double up the cup with maple (Hoo)
Abomination on your paper, I got acres
Black man when you walking and you labeled
Beat the odds, they don't wanna see you greater
Eat you alive like a lion or a 'gator
Mommas crying cause the police shot they babies
They crooked, the motherland they done took it (Crooked)
They take us and lock us up and throw the booklet (Take us)
Started rapping then I shook it (Shook it)
I hate the fame, everybody keep on looking (Fame)
We done sold out Brooklyn (Sold out)
Man, I miss my Grandma cookin' (Grandma)
Treat me like a don 'cause I'm gifted (Don, don)
I'm a run the money up, gotta go and get it (Hey)
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Red Room
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Offset
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[Intro]
808 Mafia!
What they gon' do?
What they gon' do?
What they gon' do?
My wrist on ooh (Ooh)
My wrist on, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Hey)
Southside on the track, yeah
[Chorus]
Put blindsides on my eyes young nigga, I can feel the money (I can feel the racks)
I got some young niggas pull on the opps, and they kill for money (They slide, they slide)
You ever felt a zombie? (Who?)
Yo' body gon' smell like vomit (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1]
I done went bad (Bad)
Ever since I got checks I don't run and get mad, that's not how I react (React)
But she throwin' it back, I done threw it right back
I spent 40K flat (Flat)
Don't worry my nigga, get part of the clip so I got it right back (Right back)
[Bridge]
By the way, way it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing back, I won't hold you up
I can't fit all my pain in this styro' cup
Always talk to myself 'cause it's only us
Always deep in my mind, don't know who to trust
I been rolling 'round town feeling woozy
Tryna ride on my side, I get choosy
I don't know who is trying to use me
[Verse 2]
(Hey)
Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin'), hoppin' out the 'Ghini ('Ghini)
All my wishes came true like a genie (Wishes)
All my money comin' blue when they print it
That nigga Offset (Brr-brr) fuck you in a sentence (Rah, rah, rah, rah)
See you in a minute (I'll see you in a minute)
I see you in a Rolls and it's rented (Rolls)
Nigga tried to try me like I was a gimmick (Exposed)
Now I got a number one and they hear me
(Number one)
You heard that? I was trappin' and I had to take a bird bath (Yeah)
Guns on me, I was going down the wrong path
I'm humble with the money and I don't cry
Beat me at the game, I'ma grab it (Grab it)
I stock out my pints in the cabinet (Stocked out)
Drippin' too clean like a napkin (Drip-drip-drip)
She was on a bean with her rack out (The bean)
Money to the racks so I lap 'em (Woo)
Don't give 'em a formula, I cap 'em (Nah)
I'm from the jungle, I'm an animal (Rah)
You bitches ain't shit, they scandalous (Woo)
Knock his head off, I commanded him (Boo)
I'm from the bando, my daddy had abandoned me (Bando)
Momma tried to cover up and bandage me (Mama)
I'm the first one to lead the whole legacy (Legacy)
[Chorus]
Put blindsides on my eye, young nigga, I can feel the money (I can feel the racks)
I got some young niggas pull on the opps, and they kill for money (They slide, they slide)
You ever felt a zombie? (Who?) Yo' body gon' smell like vomit (Ooh)
[Post Chorus]
They thought I would fail, I conquer (Fail)
I swim with the sharks, piranhas (Piranha)
You tattletale, informant (Twelve)
I move like a boss, I'm important (Boss)
I fuel up the Rari, performance (Skrrt)
I been left out the streets like an orphan (Streets)
I was strong but I wanted to forfeit (Strong)
I got famous and rich, now I'm corporate (Uh)
[Bridge]
By the way, way it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing back, I won't hold you up
I can't fit all my pain in this styro cup
Always talk to myself 'cause it's only us
Always deep in my mind, I don't know who to trust
I been rolling 'round town feeling woozy
Tryna ride on my side, I get choosy
I don't know who is trying to use me
[Verse 3]
Them shooters gon' slide and it's quiet, ain't nobody here (On God)
I nut on her titties and booty, she cleanin' up the residue with her lip (Straight up)
Every nigga cross me, dawg, on God, I'ma catch him, I don't care if it's in ten years (21)
Lost my bruddas to the street, we gon' slide, kill some, go home and shed tears (True story)
When it's time to ride (Slide, Slide, Slide)
Catch me in the 6 with a blicky (Blicky)
Nigga took the stand, he a Mickey (Mickey)
Niggas get to tellin' when it's sticky (Sticky)
Can't believe you niggas tryna diss me (What?)
Show you how fast I'ma get him (On God)
Then I find his body by 3 Mississippi (On God)
Richard Mille on me cost half a ticket, dawg (Half a ticket)
Need to open up a bunny ranch 'cause I got all the bitches, dawg (On God)
Why you in the car if you ain't gon' shoot?
You another witness, dawg (Lil' bitch)
Them big ass, cheap ass veneers
Y’all need to see another dentist dog (Straight up)
Been fuckin' with 'Set like way back, dawg
This shit go way back (Way, way back)
Disrespect, we don't play that
You can get shot in your wave cap (Whole lotta shots)
You was in the house playin' 'Tendo
I was on the block where the J's at (On God)
I'ma stand on it if I say that
Say it with your chest when you say that (21, 21), nigga (Pussy, woo, woo, woo, bitch)
[Chorus]
Put blindsides on my eye, young nigga, I can feel the money (I can feel the racks)
I got some young niggas pull on the opps, and they kill for money (They slide, they slide)
You ever felt a zombie? (Who?)
Yo' body gon' smell like vomit (Ooh)
[Post Chorus]
They thought I would fail, I conquer (Fail)
I swim with the sharks, piranhas (Piranha, rah)
You tattletale, informants (Twelve)
I move like a boss, I'm important (Boss)
I fuel up the Rari, performance (Skrrt)
I been left out the streets like an orphan (Streets)
I was strong but I wanted to forfeit (Strong)
I got famous and rich, now I'm corporate (Uh, hey)
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Legacy
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Offset
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[Intro]
Uh, nobody, you know what I'm sayin', nobody, nobody thought a nigga would be right here, though, you know
That shit make like, that shit make, that shit make a difference in me and you
You was supposed to be here, nigga
Nigga, I wasn't 'posed to be in this motherfucker
Man, you know what I'm sayin'
Give all the glory to God and hard work
But you niggas gotta respect this shit, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm straight from the...
[Chorus]
Where I'm at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I'm from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill)
Remember doin' shows in Mobile (Mobile)
Go against me and it's roadkill (Roadkill)
Wakin' up to see the sunrise (Sunrise)
I turned five, I got baptized (Baptized)
We was livin' up in College Park (College Park)
Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight)
Playin' football at Forest Park (Forest Park)
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done time? (Time)
Lookin' at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin' when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be told (Told)
I'm supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul
[Verse 1]
Felt like I was born on Mars (Mars)
Everybody starin' too hard (Starin')
They didn't really think I was a star (They didn't really)
Then I fucked around, beat the odds (Fucked around)
How did I get right here? (How did I?)
Neck, wrist on chandelier (Chandelier)
Made me wanna drop some tears (Tears)
Thankin' God that I switched gears (Whooo)
I'm from another lightyear, I'm a Martian (Martian)
One-third of a human, just partial (One third)
I'm the Sergeant, the Captain, the Marshal (Serge)
I start to barf, it was too much potion
Too fast, everything in slow motion
I get the cash and my money keep grossin' (Get the cash)
Popped a bottle, champagne, we toastin'
Suicide doors on the coupe when they open (Skrrt)
They didn't believe in me (Nah)
Check the stats, number one, you see (You see)
I bet my haters can't breathe
Nigga, don't even compare to me (Nah)
Street niggas, we rare, unique (We rare)
We can fuck 'em by the pair, by the three (By the pair)
Chopper soundin' like a snare in a beat (Like a snare)
I'm from the A, I love your ass, it's a peach (Peach)
Where I'm from, niggas cash, don't lease (Cash)
Where I'm from, the stick's on the backseat (Stick sticks)
Where I'm from, police put you six feet
A lot of bums and they sleepin' on the street (Bums)
Yeah, yeah, that's at home (Yeah)
Nigga, go back to your fam' where you dead wrong (Go back)
Miss my dawg, dead and gone (Miss him)
I can hear his voice telling me "Don't go alone" (Pistol)
Yeah, the money can't fix that (Nah)
Dirty money, had to rinse that (Dirty money)
I try my hardest not to look back (I try)
Not too long ago a nigga would've took that (Gimme that)
This for my niggas had to cook packs (Cook cook)
Million dollar trap fall 'cause of one rat (Rats)
Yeah, ain't no comin' back (Yeah)
How I made it out the jungle, yeah, without a scratch (Hey)
[Verse 2]
Baptized at First Baptist Church
The pastor name was Reverend Johnson (Okay)
Chastised his shirt and matchin' shoes
But had to front, it never bothered him (Okay)
Hurt his pride but he swallowed it (Okay)
Dirt is all that he spotted
And in the dirty south where bodies pilin' up
So high, they block the birds and rerouted 'em (Damn)
Plenty murderers had observers but
You never heard a peep out of them
So many funerals it ain't enough numerals to keep count of them (Woah)
Look, I'm just settin' the scene
Back when I stared at the phone as I'm lettin' it ring
Another collector, they leave us a message
My mama in deficit, must intervene
I bust out the seams, I'm gettin' too big for these britches now
I invest in the dream, I'm destined for green
I got superstar dick for these bitches now
I got superstar dick for these bitches now
And I think about that when I dig 'em out
(When I dig 'em out, when I dig 'em out)
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How Did I Get Here
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Offset
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[Intro]
Yeah, you already know what it is (Swerve)
It's noisy off the set path
How can I make choices I've yet to discover we have?
Must need rehab
If you think you know me from the facets they show these folks to get money, I gotta laugh
How funny it is you don't realize the skill lies in knowing within the truth there's still lies
It's called being civilized
But not to trivialize your belief in the semi-fictionalized
I am who you see
What you hear is part of me
But there's so much more to me
So much more to be than just alive
A son, a brother, a husband, a father
But still can go even farther
Wish and will, can go harder
In that time, I went the hardest
More than this generic term "artist"
A reality smith, you love my craftsmanship
Because I craft some shit to make my people proud
And so I speak aloud, but not loud enough yet
Or as loud as I can get
They think I ain't a threat
But all preconceived notions, I've arrived
To Offset
[Chorus]
I was seventeen years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn't there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, and I wasn't rich, I had no workplace
My son, Kody, he three, rappin' already like me
Ridin' in the car, you don't play me, then he gon' scream
[Verse 1]
Kalea, you my first, first daughter
I missed the first years of your life, I'm sorry
Tell the truth, I ain't really know if I was your father
Tell the truth, I really don't even know your mama
But I had to step up, my daddy had left us
Even though we gotta catch up, pray to God that he bless us
I'ma keep grindin' for my kids, never gon' let up
I'ma put the money up for y'all, I can't be selfish
Had a baby as a kid, mama kicked me out
Had to go and hit a lick, tryna put food in your mouth
Then I got caught for the shit, in the pen when she pushed you out
Your mama tried to push me down, ain't let me stay at the house
[Chorus]
I was seventeen years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn't there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, and I wasn't rich, I had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin' already like me
Ridin' in the car, you don't play me, then he gon' scream
[Verse 2]
I'm a father of four, gotta get that cash, gold
Keep my past closed, 'member I ain't had no dough
Spend a big bag on clothes, Gucci from the head to toes
Not two, not three, all four, that's all they know
Kulture, remind me of my grandma, feel like she is closer
Gotta thank your mama, she hold me like holsters
Gotta protect her from the world, I can't even post her
Ups and downs in this fame, roller coaster
If I don't ball, then everything 'round me fall
I'm prayin' to God to watch my kids, that's my all...
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Father of 4
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Offset
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[Intro]
And I apologize, you know what I'm sayin’? Breaking your heart, breaking our promise, breaking God's promise, and being a, a, selfish and messed up husband, you know what I'm sayin’? I'm, I'm tryn- I'm tryna be a better person. I wanna get this off-
Give a little game
Buy a new chain
Put in that thang
Blow out the brains
[Verse 1]
Drip a little stain on 'em
Put a little game on 'em
Fuck around and put a ring on 'em
You beat it out the frame, don't you? (I’ma beat it)
I told her come and rain on me
You know everybody at the game don’t you?
On the microphone, you can sing on it
You done put it on me, I done put your name on me
Just don't switch up (Switch)
Need you in the picture (Who?)
There when you look up
Put her in the thrower, I done gave a girl hiccups
I don’t really know any bitches that can keep up
Coolin' on the boat, in the 'yo, I really miss her
I really miss her (Whoo)
Demons in my soul got issues (Demons)
Bought a Birkin and the price vicious (Bought a Birkin)
I'm a genie and I’m grantin' wishes (Genie)
Only for the Mrs. (Mrs.)
Target on my back, they on a mission (Pow)
Baby, when I talk, you gotta listen (Shh)
First time I seen the Patek glisten (Glisten)
They did not believe the vision (Believe)
Hoppin' out the V, expensive (The V)
Gotta learn to bob and weave the bitches (Bob and weave)
When I kick it with my seeds, I kiss 'em
[Chorus]
You told me, "Don't use me"
(Don't use you)
KK, all beauty (KK)
When I'm lookin' down at her, it's you and me
She told me, "Don't lose me"
Don't lose me
She told me, "Don't lose me"
Don't lose me
She told me, "Don't lose me"
[Verse 2]
I like your tone (Tone)
Why you ain't picking up the phone? (Phone)
I would like it if you came and tagged along (Tagged along)
I'm the king, let me put you on a throne (Throne)
She got the big diamonds, they grown (Grown)
I'm sorry, let me come on home (Come home)
She said "Put down the styrofoam" (Styrofoam)
I'm boarding on the jet, comin' home (Phew)
Truth be told, you gold (Gold)
She had a Patek Phillipe it was cold (Cold)
Put it in the mouth like you gettin' molds (Mold)
I ain't do it for the clout or the trolls (Trolls)
Number one, it's a loyalty code (Number one)
Temptation, had the devil in my soul (Temptation)
I wanna be with you when we old (When we old)
We didn't do this, we didn't know how shit goes (We didn't know)
You bad, you a cutie
I love your attitude, moody
I love when you call a nigga stupid
I love that you're ratchet not boujee
I love your ass-shots it's a movie
When you leave by my side, I get woozy
When you on stage twerkin' in your two piece
Starin' on the ground, you know you amuse me
[Chorus]
You told me, "Don't use me"
(Don't use you)
KK, all beauty (KK)
When I'm lookin' down at her, it's you and me
She told me, "Don't lose me"
Don't lose me
Said, "Don't lose me"
Don't lose me
She told me, "Don't lose me"
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Don’t Lose Me
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Offset
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[Chorus]
(Hey) I took a couple of my dawgs on a lick
Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent (Survive)
I was so broke that I could cry, I was sick (Broke)
Born in the wild, so many trials, I ain't quit
All the people I robbed, I brought 'em down, I repent (Down)
Dirtied the money, I let it drown, watch it cleanse (Cleanse)
Sellin' these pounds, a hundred times I jumped the fence (12)
Breakin' it down, I made a pound turn to ten (Ten)
Them hunnids ain't found, they in the ground, don't get spent
They in the ground
Way back in the time, black and brown, you get lynched
Black and brown
We was talkin' him down, he make a frown if he flinch
Gun him down
See the pain in my eyes, I hold it down 'cause I'm rich
Hold it down
[Verse 1]
Livin' in the street, concrete, get rough (Street)
Niggas tryna creep, we eat, gun bust (Creep)
Think about my history, back of the bus (Who)
Fought for the rights, but we still killed us (Who)
Tryin' not to be political, it was ridiculed (Real)
'Member I was in the middle school, with a fit or two ('Member)
Mama had the boy by herself, it was critical (Mama)
Started with the weed, then codeine, then a pill or two (Codeine)
Hit one lick, then I hit two (Lick)
Kickin' down the door, then I ran through (Woo)
Sticks in the van, this ain't bamboo (Sticks)
I got rich bought some land for my kids too (Whew)
Take the risks for my fam, for some damn food (Risks)
Take my bitch out to France, out to Cancún (France)
My wrist like a dam, you can splash, pool (Splash)
Money root of all evil, but the cash rule
[Chorus]
(Hey) I took a couple of my dawgs on a lick
Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent (Survive)
I was so broke that I could cry, I was sick (Broke)
Born in the wild, so many trials, I ain't quit
All the people I robbed, I brought 'em down, I repent (Down)
Dirtied the money, I let it drown, watch it cleanse (Cleanse)
Sellin' these pounds, a hundred times I jumped the fence (12)
Breakin' it down, I made a pound turn to ten (Ten)
Them hunnids ain't found, they in the ground, don't get spent
They in the ground
Way back in the time, black and brown, you get lynched
Black and brown
We was talkin' him down, he make a frown if he flinch
Gun him down
See the pain in my eyes, I hold it down 'cause I'm rich (Woo, woo, woo)
Hold it down
[Verse 2]
Know some savages, they tryna clean up and they won't let 'em (Clean up)
Streets done made my heart so cold, need a whole sweater (Cold)
I was kickin' in the back of doors but I know better (Hey)
You expose what you know, then you go get it (Hey)
Sow what you reap (Sow) , sleepin' on my feet
Trust fund for my daughter, son, daddy plant a seed
No bond when you do a crime, slavery repeat (Slave)
Slick minded, they think we runnin' a treasury (Who)
Lost my homie, it keep on hauntin' me in my sleep
Lost my grandmama, whole family incomplete
Stabbed in my back a million times, this shit deep
I was hittin' licks doin' crime for my seed
Broke now I got 25 cars, it's a fleet
Take notes, make a bando turn Ferrari, I can teach
Struggled with the pain, but I still turned out a beast
I got out the chains, now the world belong to me (Hey)
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Lick
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Offset
|
[Intro]
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
On demand, bags on demand (Whoo)
On demand, bags on demand (Racks, woo)
On demand, bags on demand (Woo, woo)
On demand, bags on demand (Hey)
[Verse 1]
I need the cash on pronto (Cash), nigga, a lottery ticket (Ayy)
I get the bands at the bando, full of the white like it's Iggy (White, white)
Five milli' in cash, a wide load and we 'bout to get it (We 'bout to get it)
We from the North, I'm just sayin' though, no name on my hitter
[Chorus]
Yeah, Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare
Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (Whoo, hey)
Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare
Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (You dig?)
Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare
Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (Hey)
Come in the middle of night like it's a nightmare (Ha)
You open your eyes, not dreaming, nigga, we right there (Offset, hey)
[Verse 2]
Open your eyes, real life (Hey), ain't no facade (Ain't no facade)
You tryna rob, get penalized (Woo), you taking your life
Run up a bag, a milli' in cash then cover your body in gems (Bag)
Fucking a thot but I don't go for the plot so I'm fucking this bitch on film (Smash)
Come in the night, you won't see 'em (Woo)
Black gloves, black hoodie and Timbs (Woo)
You don't wanna be him 'cause soon as they see him they shoot off his limbs (Pew, pew)
I know I might shine, animated (Whoo)
A hundreds racks have a nigga waiting (Racks)
You got a Rolex, it outdated (Whoo)
I got your ho outside, be patient (Yeah)
Back of the Maybach, this ain't a 'Rari, this is the latest Mercedes (Yeah)
Spent two-hundred thousand on my whole rider
500K just to play (500)
Open your eyes and your face (Open that)
I got the MAC today (MAC)
Pay or get whacked today (Whack)
Pull up in 'Cats and Wraiths (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus]
Yeah, Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare (Uh)
Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (Whoo, hey)
Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare (Uh)
Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (Ah, you dig?)
Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare (Hey)
Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (Hey)
Come in the middle of night like it's a nightmare (Ha)
You open your eyes, not dreaming, nigga, we right there
[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
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Nightmare
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Offset
|
[Intro]
I ain't playin' no more, you know what I'm saying?
Different mindset, you know what I mean? (OG Parker)
Different motivations, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tryna get more money, you know what I mean? (Deko)
You know what I'm saying?
I'm not satisfied, you know what I mean?
I want everything, I want it all
[Chorus]
Drop my top, let the roof loose (Skrrt)
Look at these diamonds, Froot Loops (Look at this)
Ride like the president, bulletproof (President)
Shoot it all you want, you ain't getting through (Ba-bow)
I came up from up a onion (Onion)
Now I got money cross the country (Money)
Fuckin' on a thot every Monday (Fuckin' on a—)
Fuckin' on a thot every Monday (Fuckin' on a—)
Drop my top, let the roof loose
Look at these diamonds, Froot Loops
Ride like the president, bulletproof
Shoot it all you want, you ain't getting through
I came up from up a onion (Trap)
Now I got money cross the country (I got money)
Fuckin' on a thot every Monday (Thot)
Fuckin' on a thot every Monday (Thot)
[Verse]
Welcome to the game, welcome to the game (game!)
Gold chain, diamond ring, pinky ring (shine!)
My son got a dub in his piggy bank (dub!)
I got it out the mud to get bigger rank (mud!)
I'm sippin' on mud, got hella drank (drank!)
You claim that's your hoe but I don't think (think!)
She was at the condo with the whole thang (whole thang!)
She was in the condo fucked the whole gang (whole gang!)
IG can hide a bitch (hide!), I'ma tell you 'bout the other side of it (other side!)
She don't got a job or a house or a whip (no!)
You ain't even know she a thot, she a trick (thot!)
Let me tell you 'bout you broke lil' niggas (broke lil' nigga!)
Better hide your bitch (better hide 'em!)
We started from a rock to a brick (from a rock!)
Now these fuck niggas wanna kick it (ha-ha!)
Customise my whip, Xzibit (Xzibit!)
You ain't making no noise, got crickets (shh-shh!)
We ain't going back and forth handle business (uh-uh!)
And I don't even gotta score like Pippen (no!)
We done broke records, ask Guinness (Guinness!)
Nigga we ain't done, we ain't finished (we ain't finished!)
We was on the run independent (go!)
100 rounds drums in the Sprinter (Draco!)
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[Intro]
Woah (Shh, phew, phew, phew, phew, hey)
[Chorus]
Made room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste, I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate, we talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (Who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet, I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
[Verse 1]
I know some lil' niggas got baptized, trap guys (Trap guys)
They can't put the drillin' away (Way)
Had to part ways with the sad vibes, bad guy
You might be a villain today (Villain today, hey)
Ask God, "Why I didn't get an answer? (Why?)
Why I lose my brother to bullets? (Why?)
Why I lose my grandma to cancer? (Why?)
Why mе, God? I need answers (Why?)
Why a young nigga straight out Atlanta? (Why?)
Why the judge and thе cops tryna jam us? (Why?)
Why I keep gettin' all of these chances? (Why?)
Why me, God? I need answers" (Hey)
Speak your mind and you might get canceled (Canceled)
Pinky ring and it cost me a Phantom (Phantom)
Whack the witness, the evidence tampered (Whack 'em)
Dirty money, the safe is the hamper (Dirty money)
Yeah, my bitch, she a star and I stamped her (Stamped her)
PE Jordan 3, this a sampler (PE)
I don't wanna do it, but I gotta do it
Gotta kill you, nigga, if it's me or you (Hey)
He got fire, I got fire, nigga, lighter fluid (Fire)
Got away from the haters, say, "Hallelujah" (Bye)
Shit be crazy, this shit be the closest to you (Crazy)
It's okay 'cause they know that I come to do it (Hey)
Hold your V up for Virgil, exclusive Louis (V)
Bitches geekin' and tweakin', I hit a U (Geek)
Wrist is hittin' and glistenin', this shit a movie (Glistenin')
If it's smoke at the door, then I'm tendin' to it (Smoke)
Watch when I step, Murakami my belt (Hey)
Angel on my shoulder, but the devil on the left (Devils)
I got a mil', not a mil' for my shelf (Million)
I do it alone, I own myself ('Lone)
Niggas, stay home 'fore your dome get left (Baow)
Niggas playin' dirty, hit below my belt (Dirty)
I'ma get the bag, do the show myself (Show)
Do that shit again, I had to show myself
[Chorus]
Made room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste, I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate, we talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (Who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet, I buried 'em deep and they still in the way (Way)
[Verse 2]
I filled up the crib with cars, the halls, with all and all, I'm still havin' space (Yeah, space)
Got a particular taste, picky eater, I guess, but I'm still stuffin' my face (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got a natural wrap like a natural do, like the blunt, she don't like that shit laced (It's lit, woo)
I was outside of the buildin', I'm ownin' the spot (Woo), want a B? Then you gotta have faith
I'm in a meditate state, ever since we lost bro, it ain't really much more I can take
I pop a ten when it's late, Mama told me to pray, I do that 'cause you know I can't play (Let's go)
We flood the field up for real, we got rides in the back, but you know we ain't come here to play
You be up playin' the stakes, I be up playin' abroad with broads and mates (Yeah)
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[Intro]
Hey
[Chorus]
Wild, wild West (Wild, wild)
And I put the coolant on the TEC (Coolant)
And I bought some land, I invest (Who?)
Oh, stepping on a peasant (Oh)
Woah, shawty gon' molest me (Woah)
Bought a Richard Millie, you get the message (Richard Millie)
And I’m Migo Gang like a Mexican (Gang)
Introduce you to the gang with your bestie (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Hoppin' out the V with a freak (Out the V with a)
Blue hundreds stacking up neat (Blue hunduns)
You can get whacked in a week (Whacked)
She got a big old booty, good physique (Ooh, hoo)
In the jacuzzi, rubbin' on my feet (Hey)
She so bad, she don’t wanna talk or speak (Bad)
A lot of cash, say she love it when I speak (Cash)
New baguettes, they look like water out the sea (Baguettes)
[Verse 1]
Blow your brains, turn you to a sunroof (Blow your brains)
Make the stick kit hit, kung-fu (Wah)
Spend a hundred, let the zombie hunt you (Spend a hundred)
Get you whacked when I sneeze, hachoo (Hachoo, whacked)
Millionaires comin' through in white suits (Millionaires)
Send the gang to come and snipe you (Send the gang)
Yoga Flame, hit 'em with the Ryu (yoga flame)
She givin' brain, this an In-N-Out move (Woo)
I'ma put her in a Rover, fuck her in her Fashion Nova (Who?)
Baguettes in the AP and it's cold like Minnesota ('Guettes)
Double up the dose, she put a four up in the soda (Four)
Tryna get this 'yola while the devil on my shoulder (’Yola)
Like a snake, bet the stick bite your ass just like a cobra
You can hate, fuck your bitch, I’ma fuck her on the cover
When you up, yeah, they love you, don't forget about your brother
55 Bel Air, I got it bloody when I gut it (Gut it)
Thought I was a sucker, make the chopper uppercut him (Uh)
Gotta meet up with the gang, I’m like the coach, I call the huddle (Gang)
Drippin' when I'm steppin', got me leavin’ back a puddle (Woo)
Get a nigga stretched, real quiet, real subtle (Stretched)
Big dawg status, don't play with this shit (Beast)
Fuck around and spend a half a mil' on a hit (Who?)
I'ma make a million off the rip (Who?)
And I can snap my fingers, get you flipped (Hey)
[Chorus]
Wild, wild West (Wild, wild)
And I put the coolant on the TEC (Coolant)
And I bought some land, I invest (Who?)
Oh, stepping on a peasant (Oh)
Woah, shawty gon' molest me (Woah)
Bought a Richard Millie, you get the message (Richard Millie)
And I'm Migo Gang like a Mexican (Gang)
Introduce you to the gang with your bestie (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Hoppin' out the V with a freak (Out the V with a)
Blue hundreds stacking up neat (Blue hunduns)
You can get whacked in a week (Whacked)
She got a big old booty, good physique (Ooh, hoo)
In the jacuzzi, rubbin' on my feet (Hey)
She so bad, she don't wanna talk or speak (Bad)
A lot of cash, say she love it when I speak (Cash)
New baguettes, they look like water out the sea (Baguettes)
[Verse 2]
I'm the man with the plan (Uh-huh)
I could put a shark on land (Shark on land)
They like, "Damn, that nigga cool as a fan" (Cool as a fan)
Drippin', leakin' like a faucet again (Faucet again)
I got real pretty vibes in the pad (In the pad)
Just a spot, got Chanel pot and pans (Chanel pot and pans)
Lamborghini, come catch it if you can (Come and catch it if you can)
Young GunWunna and I'm dressing like the ranch (I'm dressing like the ranch)
Fifty thousand for the car, fuck the cost
Z06 Vette slidin', paint it slime like the Hulk (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hard top but any given time it come off (Any given time it come off)
Baguettes in the face got my time hella off (Time hella off)
Headed from the South to the North (North)
Gunna worldwide, I be drippin' hot sauce (Hot sauce)
I done put my balls in the hole like golf (Golf)
I'm the one they call when the bros take a loss (Call when the bros take a loss)
Had to keep it real with you, dawg (Uh-huh)
Pour a pint in a liter and it still ain't dissolve (Nah)
When I land, got my greeter overseas in the mall
Type of Porsche is two-seater, I'ma speed it and park (I'm speedin')
Cops pulled me over, I had weed in my drawers
Yeezys, Balmains, diamonds, you can see 'em in the dark (On God)
All blue but I'm slime, fuck your mind and your thoughts (Thoughts)
Kill him while we ridin' in the real triple cross (Triple cross)
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[Intro]
There's a lot of drama between you and your beautiful wife, Cardi B
Let's talk about some music
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Ealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Jealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch
[Verse 1]
Hatin' ass nigga 'cause I got it out the mud
Hatin' in the family, nigga, be your own blood
Screamin', "Fuck 12" to the D.A. and judge
Never been a dub, never been a scrub
.45 Glock, now, oh, you want the judge?
Better than who? Must be high on them drugs
Coolin' in the mansion with the bubbles in the tub
Heard you undercover, you a bitch, you was a stud
'Set, yes, nigga, don't try mе
In a Lamb', I be damned if a nigga try me
Gеttin' ham with the fam, man, a nigga gotta eat
Shawty, nuttin', I'ma bust, I'ma trick for a treat
'Fore I bought the Lamb', I was ridin' in the Jeep
Five-hundred horses with a stick on a seat
Fuck that nigga, he'll fold when there's heat
Go against the code for the dough, boy, you weak
Go against the grain, man, you know a nigga lame
Cartier frames, I can see a nigga brain
Cartier bracelet, they matchin' with the chain
Dirt up on my name, man, you nigga should be shamed
Knock off her boot when I'm throwin' up gang
Diamond fruit loops in this watch, and it's plain
My dawg got the juice and I'm smokin' propane
I'm gunnin', I run to the money, Usain
Who talkin'? Who tellin'? Who sang?
I'm sellin' prescription cocaine
She fuck with my pimpin', my cane
I'm Michael, I'm not no Jermaine
Jealousy, that shit gon' eat your heart out
This a AR, sawed off, we'll slay your squad out
This the beast you brought out, this a feast, we ball out
I'll eat your heart out, I'll pull your card out
It's simple, put holes in his face like it's dimples
New Kimber, new bop-bop, bop-bop, make it limp him
He play with me, blowin' me, rise in my temper
I got millions of racks in my mansion, my temple
I'm gangsta but with your bitch, I get gentle
Wanksta, take out your teeth like it's dentures
I'm blankin', you eat this Glock, I'm Miss Winners
[Chorus]
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Jealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous ass bitch
What the fuck these bitches talking 'bout, man?
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
I mean, who's tellin' us what?
Jealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous ass bitch
Bardi
[Verse 2]
Look, ain't no bitch finna front on me (No)
Bad body bitch with the jumbo teeth
Yellow Lamborghini like a bumblebee
Girl, nobody listen to you 'less you talking 'bout me (Woo)
It's always a bird tryna tweet shit (Yeah)
You offended when I be on defense (Fuck you)
They're too worried 'bout me and my nigga (Huh)
You should worry 'bout the nigga yours sleep with, hmm (Ah)
Face is given and never not gave
Been to Atlanta, but bitches ain't brave
How bitches mad? I'm the number one pick
It's funny, your nigga the one that's a trade
Bitches is mad stupid (Stupid)
They get to the bag and lose it (Lose it)
I'm still in the bed, I live in her head
Water and gas included, brrt (Grrah)
Bitches don't wanna go Birkin for Birkin
Bitches ain't got enough hits for a Verzuz
Bitches be actin' so different in person
Cartier frames, I can see why she nervous (Woo)
This shit a circus, I'm dripped in detergent
I'm sick, get the nurses, my whip got the curtains
I'm dripped out in Hermes
A bitch say my name, then she number one trendin'
I did you a service, bitch
[Chorus]
Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch
Like, huh?
Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch
Man, what the fuck these hoes talking 'bout?
Hold on, hold on, hold on
[Outro]
Look, let's keep it a bean, let's keep it a buck
If I had a dick, it need to be sucked
All of my opps is runnin' they jibs
Stomach too big, it need to be tucked (Ah-ah-ah)
All of that cryin' be keepin' me up
When Bardi's around, they see me and duck
When I make a post, I'm leavin' it up
They came from the hood but they leave in the trunk
Bitch
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