Rich Brian – Kids Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Ayy, uh
I’m puttin’ numbers on the board and blowin’ more digits
I haven’t started, man, these are just the before pictures
Shout out my parents, my mother gave birth to four winners
All of the players in the game, it’s always cold benches
Been in the studio, I forgot how to sleep
Not tryna make an album they forget ’bout in a week
They said the fruit never gon’ fall far from the tree
I used to be the kid, now the kids wanna be me
Trippin’ ’bout my future like way before there was cameras
Hella plans on my calendar ‘fore I went all professional
Less souls to trust, man, these people makin’ me cynical
More copycats and less people soundin’ original
Same destination, we just took different routes
Fuck bein’ one the greatest, I’m tryna be the greatest one
I ain’t sayin’ I ain’t grateful for everything I’ve become
But the throne is more comfortable than this chair I’m sittin’ on
My name is Brian, cold bars is what I’m known for
If my vision is scarin’ me, then I don’t go for it
‘Member my first days here when it was all foreign
Now I’m on TV with James Corden, that shit was crazy
Just got a place with a backyard, I feel amazing
Nothin’ can get between me and the dreams I’m chasin’
Ain’t got the time for partyin’, no more gettin’ wasted
Unless you got the 1942, man, then get the chaser
You hatin’ on me, but you know I gotta
You big in your city, I’m the king of a continent
These rappers tryna make the trendin’ topic
Why the state of music goin’ south?
But I don’t even want to talk about it
Let’s talk about it, nah, let’s talk about it
Before all these folks decide it’s cool to give a fuck about it
Everyone’s tryna make hits, I’m just tryna make music
You know, the kind that makes you feel when you listen to it?
I’m the youngest child, I don’t need more attention
You writin’ some bullshit, I write the lyrics meant for the captions
I’m makin’ songs that’ll probably outlive us for generations
Started off as the sailor, look at me, now I’m the captain
I won’t lie, this shit is fun
Tell these Asian kids they could do what they want
Might steal the mic at the GRAMMYs just to say we won
That everyone can make it, don’t matter where you from

[Bridge]
Can’t forget about the day that Sean called me
Talkin’ ’bout a vision called 88 that he’s dreamin’
Man, I love him like a brother, if we fall, we gon’ recover
Just a man with a vision who mastered in causin’ trouble (You can’t see)
Man, I can’t see the finish line
Fall back, fall back, I ain’t fuckin’ ’round this time (Anymore)
Did God know he created a legend in ’99? (Anymore)
Fuck pretendin’ on a track, man, I mean every single line

[Verse 2]
Touched down, never holdin’ back
Shinin’ like some bustdown, sailin’ ’round without a map
Been a underdog, now it’s time to let me quarterback
Killin’ shit in uncharted territories, man this shit get hella gory
Whole country of people proud, so I’m never worried
Glad you’re sittin’ through the credits, man, this is my story
The type of shit that make me cry when I record it
This the type of shit that still gon’ make me cry even when I’m 40
R.I.P. Nipsey, R.I.P. Mac
These inspirations always gon’ motivate me to rap
Let’s celebrate their lives and the people that they impact
The marathon continues, ain’t no way we lookin’ back
Amazon Prime flow, you know I’ll always deliver
We crossed oceans for a chance just to feel somethin’ better
Generations to sacrifice, that we’ll always remember
It’s that circle of life shit, they hold me up like I’m Simba
They told me I ain’t welcome, I’m here to stay, and my visa says so
Just wait and see who’s songs they gon’ blast up in they headphones
Come back like every couple years to destroy like tornadoes
Victorious tropical flow comin’ straight from Indo’
These plants only grow to just get cut and disposed
Their spotlight is dimmin’, my future’s so bright that it glows
You want the blueprint for impossible, I’ll let it show
Remember when Pac said, “The concrete grows a rose”

CupcakKe – Blackjack Lyrics

[Verse]
Scooby dooby doo (bark)
He a dog in the bed
Mayo on bread
How I spread my legs (open me up)
Bring flowers instead
Cause when I’m done, the twat should be dead, casket
Stomach like a beauty salon
Cause I swallow every pubic hair shed
Pause on that dick when I’m on it
I might scream “Cut”, Nia Long it
The dick like Ariana ponytail cause I swear that shit was the longest (It was)
He said how far can I [?], I said “Everything, I condone it”
His dick ain’t got nowhere to stay so I let him sleep in this pussy to help out the homeless
Tryna get stupid, stupid, wait
I like to move it, move it, wait
Dick in the hole then it start to roll, look like it’s hula hooping, wait
I ain’t talking [?] when I tell him shoot his shot
Sweating like a thug when they running from the cops
I’m good eye candy even to Fetty Wap
I’m known for the head like a fuckin’ face swap
Tinted windows every time we outside
Cause I suck that dick while he drive (While he drive)
Let him masturbate with french fries (fries)
Don’t tell nobody like a mime (mime)
Toss my legs in the air like a dime (dime)
He cum(come) quick like Amazon Prime
So when I start running on the dick, made him hold an umbrella over my head this time

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

[Verse 2]
It ain’t shit under this coat (I’m naked)
No facebook, I get poked (Poke me)
This day giving me hope
[?]
Yeah, I’m gon hold that dick in my hand like the mic in the hands of a host
Wait, french kiss a pussy one time then in the morning go and make me french toast (Yum)
One stroke in, he gon lay down
Kids all on me like a playground (on my face)
Imma ride that dick like a Greyhound
[?] for that nigga like H Town
Still want more, Tic Tac Toe
Nigga just got 3 holes in a row
Chocolate hoe, the Kit Kat pro
He call cause the pussy smell like Dial Soap
Let’s take a bath together
It don’t need to last forever (No)
Pussy looking real plus size
Now we doing math together
It’s like 1 2 3 then he give me that foreplay
3 2 1 then I give him that “Okay”
I’m locked to the bed handcuffed like OJ
5 6 7 he ate it slowly
Grocery list can go up in the casket
It taste like water so he wanna [?]
I can’t be Sullivan, not talking Jazmine
Tapping this ass like a picture when tagging
Swaggin’ not to be braggin
But the pussy feel like cushion if your name [?]
It’s the best feeling like touching some satin
Pay to eat pussy, ain’t no dine and dashin’

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain like Blackjack
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

AJ Tracey – Alakazam (feat. JME & Denzel Curry)

[Intro: Jme & Lancey Foux]
Serious
Alakazam, use your psychic attack
It sounds like Nyge

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
I’m a rockstar like Sting and Slash
Now peng tings wanna call man back
I’m a rockstar like Jeff or Matt
Call my young thug, watch man get slatt
Boy Better Know CEO on the track
Curry in the ends, that’s right, he’s back
Can’t push me ’cause you’ll get pushed back
Easter egg, the black MAC go crack
Catch man in traff, don’t lack
Dee in white and Raf in black
Pantomine, man act, get clapped
I’m from West so that’s tracksuits black
MTP or zone ten, that’s gang
Hopped the fence and dem boy there ran
Can’t stand the heat? Then don’t touch that pan
Free up S ’cause he lives in can
Still cotch with them
Ult like Denzel, been to Washington
Box on Renzel, think you’re boxing ’em?
Used to have Glocks and socks with rocks in ’em
Now the world is different
Same old Tracey but my girl is different
Didn’t rate me till I made her listen
She was boring till I made her glisten

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing

[Verse 2: Jme]
I’m blessed, ask about me, research
Hear good things but know
They won’t be around no more if they cuss bad words
It’s all Rowntree till you get burst
And if you doubt me, jump feet-first
People around me will tell you
Jme’s mentality is one with the Earth
One life, you don’t wanna lose it, no
Once I hit ’em with the stupid flow
"Man Don’t Care" already, you should know
Fam, don’t let me dig a two-foot hole
It’s not that deep, it’s not rocket science
I’m here just tryna have a good time
Hurt one of mine? Fuck that
Man’s at the door next day like Amazon Prime; free delivery
I’ll murder the beat till you’re sick of me
Straight bars, no need for the trickery
Man will smoke that beef like Hickory
Yo, AJ, pass the auxillary
And the iPhone adapter
Give man chills like the fear factor
AJ, DC
Worldwide music, it’s a new chapter

[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
Have the game in a headlock
If I see the cop that killed my brother
Believe he’ll die from the headshots
Beam on the Glock in my Hancock
Hedgehog when I get away
When I’m looking for a prey, better pray like a nun
With a cup full of rum, when the rum is red
Tote a gun instead, dollar bill in ten
When you meet death, reapers are grim
Fucking with me? Send the Reaper to him
Pull out the stick on a pussy ass nigga
They tell me I look like a people to him
Under my brim, abandon the so black
Probably black as my gat, facts
Switch up the style and relax, tax
Act like a hoe, get the MAC wax
Like tack tack
Hit ’em in the back, now that’s that
Gat to the face, that’s Snapchat
Now you a bitch like cat stacks, damn
I don’t talk no shit
‘Cause I got too much honour
Nine-millimetre go bang
And this piercing armour