ASAP Rocky – A$AP Forever (feat. Moby)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind"
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

Slide – Calvin Harris feat. Migos & Frank Ocean lyrics

Lyrics Calvin Harris – Slide

She swallowed the bottle while I sit back and smoke gelato
Walk in my mansion 20 thousand, paintin’ Picasso
B*tches be dippin’, dabbin’ with niggas like a nacho
Took off her panties, diamonds dancin’ like Rick Ricardo
She…(slide)

Do you slideee on all your lies like this?
Do you try all of your nights like this?
(I might…)

Calvin Harris just anounced a new song called Slide.
This new song is a featuring with Frank Ocean and Migos.
Calvin Harris has been teasing the new song on his Snapchat.
And today shared some details on twitter about the new songgg.
Calvin Harris lyrics
Video Calvin Harris

Rapsody – 2AM (feat. Ab-Soul)

[Hook: Rapsody]
Backrubs on backbones and black booty
Ain’t nothing else popping out here at 2AM
If it ain’t good intentions niggas out looking for food
Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos

[Verse 1: Rapsody]
I couldn’t count on you yesterday nigga, where you was?
Everybody ain’t family just because they call you cuz
I know a few used to beens and some that never was
And I ain’t have to grow up in streets, I know it well enough
Grew up with homies that grew up in it, fell for some
Sometime after whoop, there it is for some
Just learning to hoop some, look son ain’t no unsinging
I mean I’ll never be an unsung
My uncle had bad lungs and I hope my brother learned something
And he just tell me we gon’ die from something anyway
But my motto ain’t no need to speed it up none
But my niggas like anyway

[Hook: Rapsody]
Backrubs on backbones and black booty
Ain’t nothing else popping out here at 2AM
If it ain’t good intentions niggas out looking for food
Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
You know the freaks come out at night
How am I so bright but my eyes so sensitive to the light
That’s a balance you’ll never understand in your life
It’s like you never play Jenga or Life in your life
Or like you never met a nigga that got life in your life
I’m sacrilegious making sacrifices, anti-christ
I tried to tell Lowgod, everybody got talent it’s just what you do with it that matters
That’s coming from one who in acquiring skills saw his words would eventually cut deeper than Skilsaws
See music is the king of all professions, that’s partially
Cause even at crossroads it can bring Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony
Hip is to be intelligent, hop is for the movement
In other words if you ain’t riding you stupid
We spreading like germs all over the whole earth
I propose to you a purpose for your own birth
To let your soul glow all over the universe y’all
Get it? We united but versus all
Protons, neutrons, and electron, that’s all

[Hook: Rapsody]
Backrubs on backbones and black booty
Ain’t nothing else popping out here at 2AM
If it ain’t good intentions niggas out looking for food
Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos
I couldn’t count on you yesterday nigga, where you was?
Everybody ain’t family just because they call you cuz
I know a few used to beens and some that never was
And I ain’t have to grow up in streets, I know it well enough

[Verse 3: Rapsody]
Marcus Mariota, came in with wings on my shoulder
Where I’m standing the grass the same green all over
Ain’t gotta throw the skin cause the lines don’t flinch
Heartless in this department, I ain’t changed a cent
I don’t count on y’all the same, math problems
The more I add, the more I lose, math problems
If my lane ain’t like problems with all diamonds
I know the pressure gon’ bust more than water columns
Y’all blow pipes like Whitney out this motherfucker
Singing my business to my other nigga’s other niggas
Imagine if Ricky had a gun out this motherfucker
There woulda been a lot less blood in the street, get it?
I heard a ho nigga a ho nigga that talk, nigga
Like he know niggas, no no nigga, I know niggas
I know common niggas act common, but I know Common
This bitch in you well all see, I’m so honest
Come around talking big game, you ain’t touring homie
I don’t drive pickup but I do dodge rams
This really all wolves all clothed as lambs
I’m really superhuman, y’all just pose like Cam
Putting broads on the ‘Gram get out my business, damn nigga
Don’t like pigs, my mouth ain’t even ham nigga
Know how to handle y’all, call me sham god nigga
Know the game and when and how to bounce quick
Cause I don’t stick with those I suppose I don’t trust
Mama taught me right from wrong, be aware of your clique
So I guess I gotta switch up my faculty quick
I see error in your ways, ain’t no future with it

[Verse 4: Rapsody]
2AM the whole block up, wanna be alone tonight
I pray no one no pop up, chillin’
Some days I don’t feel like comin’ out my taco, shell
I know niggas who got goals like soccer who ain’t doin’ well
Living through me yellin’ "throw the Roc up!"
Instead of watching news, the days events, they never shock us
Know niggas around my way playing [?]
Your feelings spillin’ over, hope there’s someone there to mop up
Wanna let me ego go on you niggas
I’ll be modest, I’ll be hottest, I won’t hide it
Call the kettle what the pot is, I’m black and proudest of that
Yea I made it from the bottom
Like I stood in line for hours for Jordans and they ain’t got ’em
I been disappointed
Took it [?]
Some of you rappers corny
I know we all just [?] there’s no debating my rating
Should be way up there with Lauryn’s
If you colour me bad make sure the colour you use is orange
I’m a Frank Ocean of realism
Only rock with the people that got that real in ’em
Carolina, what up? You know I’m still with ’em
If they ain’t rockin’ like this then we don’t deal with ’em
Hey, uh
Only rock with the people that got that real in ’em
Carolina, what up? You know I’m still with ’em
If they ain’t rockin’ like this then we don’t deal with ’em
Hey, uh

Game – Freedom letras

[Verse 1: Game]
Holdin’ my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley trynna find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Niggas say the west ain’t winnin’, I’m just tryin’ to find the proof
Speakin’ of Proof, I’m ’bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin’ Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still
But hope ain’t lost cause Dr. Dre the man still
Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil
Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
And I ain’t lost the hunger, I’m eatin’ out the can still

Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now
I know they listenin’ like
This young nigga be killin’ this shit
Hip-hop is life’s Cîroc I’m ’bout to drop a pill in this shit
Let’s go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman’s call nigga

[Break]
Stunna, whattup blood?
“Whattup blood? What’s poppin’ my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it’s straight Cash Money, my nigga
So, it’s YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let’s get it poppin'”
Rich Gang
All the time one hunnit
Soo Woo

[Verse 2: Game]
New coupe, remove roof
I’m from where niggas’ll do your bitch and bitch niggas’ll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu
We puttin’ on magnums, taggin’ that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre’s shit
Niggas know I’m classic, I ain’t even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin’ styles, niggas be tracin’
Whether it’s me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can’t fuck with Jayceon
Let’s go

[Hook: Elijah Blake]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I’m glad to kill it some more
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No matter how hard you try
Can’t buy freedom
We’re far from being free
Yea we’re far from being free
We’re far from free

[Verse 3: Game]
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased
Niggas saying I’m underrated
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement
Let me find a gun to play with, I leave you niggas under pavement
Tell ’em they rent’s due, pay up or get cement shoes
All this dope be around, you act like I ain’t lean on that fence too
But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I’m into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a ginsu
My album like a ‘Rari, a lot of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer
I know the concept behind it is gon’ reach ya
Now turn this motherfucker up and blow speakers

Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let’s go

[Hook]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I’m glad to kill it some more
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No matter how hard you try
Can’t buy freedom
We’re far from being free
Yea we’re far from being free
We’re far from free

[Outro: Game]
And last but definitely not least
I wanna send a special shout out, to my nigga James Harden
Another Los Angeles nigga carrying rockets
Ballin’ on you bitches

[Skit: Kevin Hart]
Ay man, look
You done rocked with my nigga Game
First of all Game, shouts out to you
You put your foot in this album’s ass
Here’s the thing man
This is your public service announcement for free
This is from me, to you, and everybody who listens to this album
At the end of the day, man, you can’t be judged
If you a man to God, then be a man to God
If you a nigga from the streets, god damnit, be a nigga from the fucking streets
At the end of the day, you are who you are
God made you for a reason, man
Now I’m not saying go kill nobody
I ain’t saying go smack ya lady in the face
What I’m saying is, be who you think you are, man
Don’t mix that shit up
At the end of the day, look
Am I perfect? No
Do I want to be perfect? No
Does God know I’m not perfect?
Well that’s a fucking question mark, cause here’s the thing man
Cuz I’m praying at the wrong times of the day
That’s weird, and I’ll talk to you about that later
But man bottom line what I’m saying is this dude
Be you do you, can’t nobody judge you but you
And at the end of the day if you doing hat you supposed to
Then fuck it man!
You got one life! Live it!
With that being said
Pray for me