Kodak Black – Brand New Glizzy

[Verse]
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
Do your homework, or I beat with it
I get reckless nigga
I don’t leave my team waiting
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
I got a son now, my little baby two
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
Shawty said she love me
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
You will never catch me tryna dab
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Almost threw away my life
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
I just got me a brand new glizzy
And I put a green bean in it

CYHI THE PRYNCE – Dat Side lyrics

[Intro: CyHi The Prynce]
Where all my real ones at?
Hey!

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
Got two bitches bumping clits, that’s a cat fight
I’m riding ’round with the stick, that’s that act right
In here with all my jewels like I’m a Rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I’m from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I’m Deebo
I charged the high for the zero
But we gon’ keep that on the D-low
Assault rifle with the peephole
It go A-B-A-B-B-B, Mortal Kombat cheat code
And I’m in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standing three closes
So

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on that side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
I don’t need no allies, I don’t feel the need to fraternize
Yeezys in the field, Yeezys, Yeezys in the field now
Made it to the NBA, we in the NFL now
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
People claim they praying for you, really they be preying on you
All this sh*t is weighing on you, don’t look back, they gaining on you
“‘Ye, look down, they aiming for you, all this sh*t is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put ’em on, get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can’t ignore you”
Don’t respect who came before ’em and made they lane so I
Pulled a Lambo out and then I went and got it baptized
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
Neighbors said they think I gave the neighborhood a black eye
They too worried ’bout what I’m doing so I gotta keep my grass high

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
(Dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]
I’m so anti, I’m so, I’m so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I’m careful who I stand by
All you do is tell stories, you a campfire
You can barely hold your water, you a damn liar
Look at all the haters who came out to see him
I’m fresh to death, my closet is a mausoleum
They don’t like I’m always hopping out of BM’s
They don’t know how many times I coulda loss my freedom
Went from open mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your bitch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that hoe to my museum
I’m gone by 12 o’clock PM, that just how I treat ’em
So tell them groupie bitches stand on that side
I call these niggas groupies too cause that what niggas act like
Stand on that side, I don’t need your advice
Spit my trap like moving weight, I’m a fat guy
Wait, I just wanna see my paper stack like that high
Wait, my girl waist a 28, I like ’em that size
Wait, and them cakes a 38, I like ’em that wide
They ask why I was late, I pointed down and told ’em, “That’s why”

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

KENDRICK LAMAR – HUMBLE lyrics

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this…
Waaaaay (yeah! yeah!)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

[Intro]
Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Humble – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – Humble

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaaaay (yeah, yeahhh!)(humble.)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, b*tch, be humble.

(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
Be humble (b*tch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) b*tch, sit down
Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ b*tch)
(Sit down, lil’ b*tch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) b*tch, sit down
(Hol’ up, b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up).

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the f*ck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the f*ck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play f*ckin’ up your whole life
I’m so f*ckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, b*tch, be humble.

(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
Be humble (b*tch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) b*tch, sit down
Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down versuri-lyrics.info
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ b*tch)
(Sit down, lil’ b*tch, be humbleee)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) b*tch, sit down
(Hol’ up, b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ uppp).
Kendrick Lamar lyrics
Video Kendrick Lamar

Future – Keep Quiet (Hndrxx Album)

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Fell in love, she done got attached
Love to tell it, we a perfect match
Go to Paris, do the dashboard
See the wheel on the right side
Got her driving on the wrong side
Thought we was driving on the wrong side
Out the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals out of line
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ on raw wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We can chop it up, but ain’t wine and dine
Rude girl, you the right sign
You the right kind, this the right time
We can kick it off and go to iceline
You see they bitin’ like Tyson
VVS’ wasn’t given to me
And them skirts, I’m a give ’em to you
No confessions, you can book the suite
I might even let you book the villa
Call me up and let me get right
Chains swinging, this a pair of ice
Maintain, go to paradise
I’m a send for you, book the last flight

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Braless swag is complementary
Audemars is confidential
Credit card, expensive dinners
Fancy cruise and double M
Like you signed a Maybach deal
If you run across my BM, better not throw no bloodshed
Better not cut no fuss at them
Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trust in you
Presidential suite, baby
You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
Your girlfriends always hatin’
You richer than them, that’s real facts
I keep you fly, that’s real facts
I get you high and a little upset
These niggas, they small talkin’
I bet they never cut a real check
Stay in the mall, flossin’
You ain’t never been laid on a bill yet
When I ain’t come with all these benefits
If you fuck a nigga who famous, you better

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot

Crecia – Justin Quiles feat. Bad Bunny letra

Letra Justin Quiles – Crecia

Y antes era sencilla (era normal)
Ahora está crecía,
Fui yo el que la mal acostumbre
Cada vez que tenía sed.(crecia)

Baja pa acá una de moet (moet)
Solo le bajaba rose (rose)
Y ahora me dice que le baje abajo
Y que me la coma como es

It’s the game changer
Mami tú estás crecía (Almighty!)
Quiere que le de una lambía,
Que me la coma como novia mía.

Tu dice que J Quiles
Yo tengo una crecía y le pago los biles,
La mando pal mall gasta miles.
Quería carro y la mude’ pa un dealer

Perdí su contacto,
Y después me contactó pa repetir el acto,
Antes teníamos un pacto,
Y ahora está más dura pa darle, exacto.

Que le de pensando que es mi jeva,
Me quiero hacer pecar como Eva.
Y si le creo que no es como antes,
Que ahora está hecha ósea que es nueva.

Explica tu guille, explica tus humos.
Que zaféje es que no te las consumo.
Con la gente te creces,
Yo te meto aveces y no lo presumo.

Siempre anda crecía ella y me pide más,
Que le caiga atrás.
Bebiendo champaña en el yat,
Siempre anda crecía ella y me exige más.(x2)

Pero todo fue mi culpa,
Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.

Ahora está vola,
Por qué se hizo las nalgas y los senos.
Se hace la que no,
Pero hace tiempo que nos conocemos,
So deja las miradas raras.
Que a ti te la eche adentro y en la cara.

Marc Anthony cuando quiera vuelve,
Y se lo mete a Dayanara,
O a Jennifer Lopez,
Yo he visto más allá del escote.

Ahora no chinga si no es en BM o en bote,
Pero todo fue mi culpa,
Por qué en ti me gasté el pote,
Yo fui el que mando hacerte las tetas y ese culote.

Los blones con ella yo fumo,
Llegamos a Neptuno,
Ella se crece a veces,
Pero sabe que soy el que la vacuno.

He dicho mil unos,
Y como yo no hay ninguno,
Te meto de día y de noche,
Y vienes a roncarle di que a uno.

Siempre anda crecía ella y me pide más,
Que le caiga atrás,
Bebiendo champaña en ell yat.
Siempre anda crecía ella y me exige más.

Pero todo fue mi culpa,
Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.

Tu dice J Quiles
Yo tengo una crecía y le pago Los biles
Pero todo fue mi culpa,
Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.
Quería un carro y la mude pa’ un dealer..
Mude pa’ un dealer… mude pa’ un dealer.
Quería un carro y la mude pa’ un dealer.
Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.
Mami tu estas crecía (whoa)
Ahora ni chinga si no es en BM o en boteee.(crecia)
Justin Quiles letras
Video Justin

Bad Bunny, Bryant Myers, Zion, De La Ghetto & Revol – Caile

[Bad Bunny]
Yo quiero hacerte venir otra vez
Yo quiero verte de nuevo bebé
Yo te bajo el mundo a tus pies
Por sólo verte chingando otra vez

(Coro)

[Zion]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu sólo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[Bryant Myers]
Mi movie está en play ya te has visto los trailers
Caile
Hoy yo quiero que tú me baile
Yo te busco en la BM, tu jevo te busca en el chrysler
Baja pal’ apartament
Tu quieres hacer el amor sin que te amen
Dévorame, dévorame hasta que las gotas de calor se derramen

Yo voy a ser tu esclavo
A ti te gusta a- a- amanecer en condados
Y te lo voy a meter en la suite del piso de número octavo
A ti te gustan los chavos
Mera baby yo tengo es chavos
Y yo nunca ando solo,yo siempre salgo con 100 bandidos como el cabo

[Zion]
Tu ya me conoces
Sabes bien mi nombre
Tu sabes que cuando yo le caigo pa’ darte grites mi nombre
Tu sabes que soy el hombre
Que bellaca te pones
Que bellaca te pones
(Z Diddy)

(Coro)

[De La Ghetto]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu sólo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[Zion]
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[De La Ghetto]
Pues dime baby que quieres?
Tu caile si puedes
Para que me baile en el tubo todas noches que te entretienen
Media libreta de sour weed
Y par de pacas de cienes
Lo hacemos toda la noche cuando me quitó los poderes

En ella invierto lo que me gano en los partys de to’ los weekends
Enamorado de ese culo
Porque como en 4 bien rico lo mueve
La mandó a buscar, la pongo a chingar en to’ los diferentes hoteles
Parece que tiene un demonio
No para de temblar cuando toda se viene

Baby tu sabes que como yo no hay 2
Un caile cuando sea te doy cómodo
Me gustan así, si
Que no paren de pedir, di
Pa’ yo seguir dando
Hasta que se canse de venir

(Coro)

[Zion]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu sólo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[De La Ghetto]
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na eh ih ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na eh ih ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[Bad Bunny]
Pa’ ti y pa’ mi tengo 6 filis enrolado
Caile a la presidencial en condado
Lo que me hiciste yo no lo he olvidado
Tu eres mi stripper, yo quiero un privado

Baby házme tu coreografía
Ese booty es de pornografía (Yeah)
Porque tú me perfía
Si tu sabes que yo me se tu biografía
Yo se que en hombres no confía
Pero ese culo me lo fía
Caile la moet ya está fría
Baby Rasta te choca la fía

Pa’ ti y pa’ mi tengo 6 filis enrolado
Caile a la presidencial en condado
Lo que me hiciste yo no lo he olvidado
Tu eres mi stripper, yo quiero un privado

(Coro)

[Zion]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu solo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

(De- De- De La, De la gee
De La, De la gee
Dimelo BB
Bad Bunny baby
Bryant Myers, La oscuridad
Chris Jeday
Dimelo Revol
Sharo baby
Z Diddy
Dimelo revol
Chris Jeday
Dicelo luian
Hear this music
Gaby Music
Revol)

Omarion – It’s Whatever

Matters is crazy, it’s whatever, whatever
All day yeah, it’s whatever, whatever
Oh, oh-ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh-ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’ve been only single four months
I’m just tryna get my swag back
Probably try to catch a few kids
It’s like a never (?)
Torn apart, catch me, I’m on the run
Told my BM she can have that
Put that on my daughter and my son
Every night I’m having flashbacks
So it’s probably wise that

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I can do that all by myself
I had to put this shit on record
I’m probably better by myself
I had to put this shit on record
Just so you could get the message

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I’m probably better by myself
Whatever, whatever, whatever
You like to talk bout forever
Talk bout what’s right for (?)
(?)
So far can’t turn back now
I guess we found out no basic
(?)

So usually around this time I’d drop a mixtape way back
You know and the truth of the matter is that I’m putting my soul into my next album
Make it a true reflection of now and I can’t wait for you to hear it so

OMARION – It’s Whatever lyrics

Matters is crazy, it’s whatever, whatever
All day yeah, it’s whatever, whatever
Oh, oh-ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh-ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’ve been only single four months
I’m just tryna get my swag back
Probably try to catch a few kids
It’s like a never (?)
Torn apart, catch me, I’m on the run
Told my BM she can have that
Put that on my daughter and my son
Every night I’m having flashbacks
So it’s probably wise that

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I can do that all by myself
I had to put this shit on record
I’m probably better by myself
I had to put this shit on record
Just so you could get the message

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I’m probably better by myself
Whatever, whatever, whatever
You like to talk bout forever
Talk bout what’s right for (?)
(?)
So far can’t turn back now
I guess we found out no basic
(?)

So usually around this time I’d drop a mixtape way back
You know and the truth of the matter is that I’m putting my soul into my next album
Make it a true reflection of now and I can’t wait for you to hear it so

Omarion – It’s Whatever lyrics

Matters is crazy, it’s whatever, whatever
All day yeah, it’s whatever, whatever
Oh, oh-ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh-ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’ve been only single four months
I’m just tryna get my swag back
Probably try to catch a few kids
It’s like a never (?)
Torn apart, catch me, I’m on the run
Told my BM she can have that
Put that on my daughter and my son
Every night I’m having flashbacks
So it’s probably wise that

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I can do that all by myself
I had to put this shit on record
I’m probably better by myself
I had to put this shit on record
Just so you could get the message

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I’m probably better by myself
Whatever, whatever, whatever
You like to talk bout forever
Talk bout what’s right for (?)
(?)
So far can’t turn back now
I guess we found out no basic
(?)

So usually around this time I’d drop a mixtape way back
You know and the truth of the matter is that I’m putting my soul into my next album
Make it a true reflection of now and I can’t wait for you to hear it so

Rich The Kid – Bm (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook]
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
I get to four two peions
I get to four two peions
I get to four two peions
I get to four two peions
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
I get to four two peions
I get to four two peions
A.M to the P.M
Bitch I’mma make you my BM

[Verse 1]
Bitch bed imma bust in her pussy
Pocket stuff with the cookies

Vershon – Still At The Top

Wi still at the top
Wi still at the top
Wi nuh have no flap fi flap
Suh who waan chat wi chat

Wi still at the top
Wi still at the top
Wi nuh have no flap fi flap
Suh who waan chat wi

It funny how nough a dem a talk
Hungry no bloodclaat
And sit down and a pray fi si my downfall p

And nuh know weh mi a come from
Remember man grow up in a the ghetto
Could a turn a gunman
But happiness different from hype
Remember a whole heap a things life tek from mi
Suh a my time fi tek from life
Suh while you sit down and a watch out the Benz man drive

You sit down and a watch me going up
You nuh di seh your life falling down
Weh you a go do now? The thing turn up

Plane take off leave dem bwaling now
Dem sit down and a watch we going up
You nuh si seh your life falling down
Weh you a go do now the thing turn up
The thing turn up

My youth you nuh have no house
You nuh have no BM
You nuh got no Benz
But you waan mi fi buy you gun fi lock you endz
You nuh si seh you got no sense
Some a unuh life is like youtube
Full up a bad comments
You cyaa stop my current
Mi might not be the whole….
But mi know seh every ghetto youth got talent
Suh when dem a rise don’t tek that from dem

Apollo Brown & Skyzoo – A Couple Dollars (feat. Joell Ortiz) letras

[Intro: Skyzoo]
We just wanted to live
They told us that countin’ up somethin’
Seems the only way you can live
Swear to God we just wanted to live
They told us that countin’ up somethin’
Seems the only way you can live

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
In love with a mattress that was somewhat outta place
Where due to old habits it can double as a Chase
Talkin’ major key, let it cut you out a case
And tryna run the city ’til it run you outta state
Told us all of this is straight, and it’s worth what you wait on
Starin’ at the exit like “yo I ain’t tryna stay long”
Kitchen table decorator situate a plate on
Jeśus heavy is the head the crown lay on
But all of this straight
Runnin’ outta state is what you play for and stay for
To turn to what you leave for, get your 16 on
Like talkin’ mic check, throw the beat on
Or talkin’ ’bout a key but being 20 OZ short
16 ain’t enough, Andre features
As quick as you can be on, you’ll be gone
Waiting on a detour, couple U-turns to where you belong
At best you can get your sight see on

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Bet you I can plug ’em
Til the wallet dropping babies
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
Saved in a drop top BM
Right side, DM
All praise due up
Tell him when I see him
Started with a couple dollars baby
Was told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
It’s off a couple dollars

[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
And it sounds like beautiful like the truth
Like “she bad but even more beautiful in the coupe”
And seeing that was seeing all that I would need to pursue
The e-class that was used to corner me off the stoop
Was as clean as the book that your hand on
When you prayed that we stayed away from them anthems
Fuck is left for us except for us to go stand on
A box with a rope and a bottle of Spade
Carpe diem, carpe diem, make it pop it for the day
I threw money to jeweler, sneaker box full of change
Know me, I’m no better I’m about it the same
Cause on a box with a rope is how we got in this frame
Now flick it up, one time for ’em, one time for ’em
Know it’s lit if they in here with the 9 on ’em
One time for em, one time for em
And the parades lining up along the side for ’em

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Bet you I can plug ’em
Til the wallet dropping babies
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
Saved in a drop top BM
Right side, DM
All praise due up
Tell him when I see him
Started with a couple dollars baby
Was told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
It’s off a couple dollars

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
As a youngin’, had a lot on my plate
I ain’t finna complain, just had a lot on my plate
Razors, 12 12 skinnies and 58s
I cooked a 6 deuce and came back with 58
I ain’t stressin’, I ain’t stretch it, I just cheffed it in the butter
Orville Redenbacher, had it poppin’, word to mother
Swervin’ under covers, had it local, had it OT
Whippin’ up P-O-T tryna get to the T-O-P
Get in and get out, that’s always the plan
But all of them bands to a kid in the project who had nothin’ so damned
Hard to let go from starvin’ stomach, hollow with the echo
To the hardest Marc Ecko extra large retro
MJs before they dropped, but a lot started to drop
Stick up kids got the drop, my sneaker box dropped
Dropped crack, switched to diesel when some fiends dropped
Feds eavesdroppin” on my drop, got ’em street blocked
They dropped by my man’s spot so now he locked
I drop to both knees prayin’ dimes don’t get dropped
Dropped it all, be the bird locked in the coupe
Or take your talent more serious and lock in that booth
I chose the latter, and thank God for showin’ Joe the ladder
Helped me climb through these rhymes
Who said I would never matter?
Look at me, such a hard act to follow
Lookin’ forward to tomorrow, you’ll never hear me holler

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Bet you I can plug ’em
Til the wallet dropping babies
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
Saved in a drop top BM
Right side, DM
All praise due up
Tell him when I see him
Started with a couple dollars baby
Was told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
It’s off a couple dollars