Carnage – Visa Lyrics

[Intro]
Don’t let me, don’t let me
Don’t let me, me, me down
Don’t let me, don’t let me
Don’t let me, me, me down
You will see, you will see
You will see how
You will see

[Verse 1]
You will see how I want you bad
See you at my place
She knows I do this for a reason
I want you in the deep end
But I know how to treat you
You’re crazy if you think I’d leave you
Baby I am what you need, oh
What you need, oh

[Chorus]
But I’d do anything to please her
I’d do anything to please her
Without you, I swear I just freeze up
Let’s throw everything on Visa

[Break]
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Young Troy, New York with your visa
Young Troy, you a genius
It’s too late, too late, I crossed the border, I’m not leavin’
You waited for me, I can’t wait to make it home
I act like I don’t need you and I know it’s wrong
But, I’d never throw your love away
I want you to stay
In the back of my mind, know you’ll stay
I’d never throw your love away
I want you to stay
In the back of my mind, know you’ll stay

[Chorus]
But I’d do anything to please her
I’d do anything to please her
Without you, I swear I just freeze up
Let’s throw everything on Visa
I would do anything to please her
We could get away from [?]
We could get away from here, to please her

[Break]
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
I want you in the…
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…

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

6ix9ine – Wish You Never Done That Lyrics

[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat

[Verse]
Wish I could bring Pun back
Blaow, nigga, run that
Tear that lil’ body, yeah we gon’ let these hoes out
Shocka bring stacks back, Kyle let the MAC clap
Tell they feet pick up, yeah, ’bout to give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, bring me the beams
Made em scream when a nigga fell
Shootout with the law, all the Mark forces in jail
Niggas say they love me
But I can see it in these niggas’ eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need the company, they smiling when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’ them shots I’m like “go out”
40 snitches, 40 snitches, that man’s a no-tell
Digging ditches, 40 niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive by, leave him in the street, nigga road-kill
HBA, gold front, let me guess, so trill?
Nigga this New York
Make the wrong move and the goon let twos spark
So work hard and move salt

[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat

Sean Paul & David Guetta – Mad Love (feat. Becky G)

[Intro: Becky G]
Jiggle up yuh body
Jiggle up yuh sinting

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love

[Verse 1: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Baby girl cau’ me lovin’ how your body fat
Gimme some a dat
Lovin’ how your booty pop when the beat drop
Come in my baby when you do it is a wrap
Love the energy when you fling it up back
Steppin’ in gyal you pepparin’, you ever look hot
Epic win gyal, you know say you never yet flop
I know I see weh mi wah fi attack
Mi eye deh ‘pon she, precise and exact

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you going so hard? (Do it, girl)
Boy, I’m tryna to be good but you’re making me be so bad
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)

[Verse 2: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Spin like a propeller you a da in ting
Spin my girl, cau’ you know how to swing
Jiggle up your body, Jiggle up di sinting
Unquestionable you a run the sinting
Stepping in, ’bout to get it but you ever look hot
I’m the queen, boy, you know that you never yet flop
Are yoy ready fi a night of loving wid the stamina king?
Mi hear you body callin’

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo, woo, woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you makin’ it so hard?
Ain’t it good enough for you
You ready break down my guard (Bing, bing, bing)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (Let go)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Woop, woop, woop, woop)

Joe Budden – Where I’m From Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
[?] not New York, but dudes get stabbed
Get shot like New York, niggas get robbed
Get got like New York, but they don’t make the news
‘Cause it’s not New York
Hope you heard me, boy, look, I’m from Jersey, boy
Where it’s still half off that [?], boy
I was driving, shotgun was Ike when that faggot on the bike
Rode by and tried to murk me boy
But chill, here’s the head crack, I’m an O.G., I don’t [?] that
[?] you nah mean?
[?] tools gon’ flare
In a society if you nobody then actually who’s gonna care?
They won’t call your next of kin, I’ll make your family aware
And the whole hood is dipped up so having sanity’s rare
I’m from where embalming fluid ain’t stop yet and city hall’s primary project
Is knocking down the projects, they ain’t finished that yet
See, I’m from carjack central, niggas’ll go in your ride
While you pick up the Jersey Journal, “Damn, so and so died”
I’m from where the dope game is bad, so every hustler can’t hustle
Tryna hustle [?] rapper
[?] a young nigga with a few bars to say
‘Cause nigga, rap’s the new wet, weed, and yay
I’m from where [?] had it locked ’til dude had him shot
For everybody to see and everybody was relieved
I’m from where the blocks is dark [?] with ya gun cocked
And the hospitals will fuck you up worse than a gunshot
From where screws is loose, gunpoint dudes strip nude
And that ain’t even half of New [?], nigga

[Ad-Libs: DJ Clue]
O-oh, o-oh
[?]
[?]
[?]

[Verse 2: Stack Bundles]
From the last stop on the [?] train where the youngun let his thang bang
We shoulda left the two [?]
Where the skies is great ’cause no stars around
[?] was the last star around
Home [?] in the street
Fourty niggas [?] fourty-first side piece
Where Edgeman, Raw P, and Redford [?]
Get your shit [?] no gettin’ it back
We’re from where bitch niggas go to jail and turn thug, and (what else?)
Crip niggas go to jail and turn Blood, and
Niggas come home, flip a lil weed
End up with barbershops and music stores with CD’s
[?] niggas on seventh was gettin’ it [?]
[?] their own workers [?] uncomfortably
Where they argue ’bout whose fuckin’ whose broad
Or whose drivin’ what cars [?] niggas hatin’ like he got that [?]
Where old heads [?] gettin’ it [?] kept gettin’ robbed
So they wanted out the game and converted to God
Where niggas play the corners ’til they pecks is done
And out-of-towners come to blam blam the cannons and run
From the other side where Queen’s niggas don’t come through much
The record exec’s wouldn’t sign us, said we’d done too much
So they ran over to Brooklyn and thought [?]
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, them niggas [?] just like us
[?] the streets get the best of you the beef’s inevitable
[?] half price, [?]
[?] the soldiers fall and thugs we are all
I’m from [?], son, just thought I’d remind y’all

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)

Slim Thug – Twiy

[Intro]
We short a coupla mil
I go on the street for it
Make a coupla moves
A mil here and there, no? Ok?
Time is gold, we gotta expand
The whole operation, Mr Brewster
New York, Chicago, L.A
We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it

[Verse 1]
We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job
So now we living like the mob
Like the President, that’s me and my squad, nigga
My niggas hustle hard, shine hard, cause I grind hard
Getting paid. living life like superstars, got it made
I ain’t lying man, I swear to God
We on our J’s all night and day, no sleep
Been four day, niggas always wonder how I’m winning
Because I hustle every day, and don’t do no spending
All my Ace of Spade days way in the past
I only celebrate birthdays and fuck off the cash
Kept spending but a hustler had to invest
Fuck fucking off the cash, just to stay fresh
Thinking back on them days, all the money I made
Could have bought another crib with all that money I paid
Everyday I’m on my grind trying to get to it
And if you use your mind, I bet you can do it
Niggas love to act blind and try to play stupid
Just leave their lazy ass behind and go keep it moving
Ten cars back to back, you can tell we living large
We living like the mob
Police on my dick, ’cause I got a hundred cars
We some hood superstars, all my niggas instant millionaires
Moving keys, been real for a long time
We OG’s, in the hood you can ask about me
They know me, I been balling before you big timers had O.z’s
Can’t be silent, words match my actions
If I say I’mma do it then I make it happen
When I hit that Boulevard girls get attracted (they watching)
’cause they see some black kings that’s out here to have them
We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job
So now we living like the mob, well enough
Like the President, that’s me and my squad
My niggas hustle hard, hard

[Outro]
I never fucked anybody over in my life
Didn’t have any cut, you got that?
All I have in this world is my balls
I work, I don’t break ’em for nobody
Do you understand?
Me I want what’s coming to me
What’s coming to me
The world and everything in it

Chuck Strangers – Style Wars (feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]
I wanna thank god for this vibe
I’m just layed up high
Thinking fuck a job I’ll rather boss up on somethin’ I believe in
Sonic aesthetically pleasing
Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathin’
Do your Googles nigga I’m in control of things
God and I move together is two
Manifesting a move steady reppin’ the crew
We warriors with the rhymin’
Shouts to Oakland but the warriors from Coney Island
On them rooftops lit one up for 2Pac
Because this is murder rap
Think how quick we grew up low key insane
My best friend she snort cane guess life is like a dice game
Should I risk it with the biscuit that’s when the cops came
The dynamic of my whole block changed
Yo it’s a John Stark
New York mentality
Faded and miseducated 24 years and made it
Now niggas can express they selves
Times I need to be alone
Turn off the MP shut off my phone and just zone
I think of home when I need to be strong
Been rollin’ up no more hittin’ the bong
It’s different phases I’m on when I be writin’ these songs
You can have my heart sing the tales of the light
That the dark run the dark sing painting prosperity
Chopped and new shipment now I got all my equipment
So now I’m plottin’ on some necklaces
Mercedes or the Lexus shit
You can see it in my eyes I got nigga rich endeavours
They gon’ try to hide and make it sound clever
While a metronome tick like a fake Rolex
I wonderin’ who owns next
I just wanna fuck you
Singin’ ass bitch don’t take the curve personal
I’m just tryin’ not to work with you
I’mma be stuntin’ on all the lame niggas who pass me

Frank Sinatra – Theme From New York, New York Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Start spreadin’ the news
I’m leavin’ today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

[Verse 2]
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

[Bridge]
I want to wake up
In a city that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill
Top of the heap…

[Verse 3]
These little-town blues
Are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York
New York, New York

[Bridge]
I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I’m “A” number one
Top of the list
King of the hill, “A” number one…

[Verse 4]
These…little town…. blues
Are…melting away
I’m gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York

[Outro]
And… If I can make it there
I’m gonna make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New Yoooooooooork…
New Yooork!

Lil B – Dior Denim Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bitch you know what the fuck this is (Swag)
Based doubled out with the pussy on top
Ask my cousin if I spank them bitches
Know if she suck dick, I’ma take them bitches
With a mouth full of spit
Pay 50 thousand dollars for a top notch bitch
Girls love me cause I punish them bitches
For talking
Went to New York to the Yankee Stadium
Fuck 30 bitches, dude you be raping ’em
Fuck model girls in the ass, I’m classy
Young BasedGod told the bitch she nasty
Paid a couple G’s just to pop some bottles
I be fucking hood rats and I fuck them models
Don’t discriminate even though I’m famous
[?] be surprised when I come to the hood
Got a iced out ring bitch look like Jesus
Got the chrome .45 with extended pieces
Bitch I be looking so good
I’m like baby, come from the hood

[Interlude]
Real nigga, yeah bitch
Ayy bitch, I’m a-I’m a real nigga with a 50 inch dick
A-list model, bitch you can suck my dick

[Verse 2]
In LA with Travis Barker
Riding in the scraper, no Aston Martin
Real
Real niggas don’t divide, we just keep on riding, you feel me

[Interlude 2]
Red Flame Devil Music
Ayy I got a fucking chest cold and I’m still doing shit
Bitch that’s why I’m relaxed bitch
I got a fucking bronchio-cold or something
Whatever it is
Got a little mucus in my chest fucking bitch
And the bitches still suck my dick cause they love me
Bitches love me
I don’t understand how niggas be calling me gay when all the bitches love me
Contradictory

Sting – Englishman In New York (At Grammy Awards 2018) (Live)

I don’t drink coffee I take tea, my dear.
I like my toast done on one side.
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk,
I’m an Englishman in New York.

You see me walking down Fifth Avenue,
A walking cane here at my side.
I take it everywhere I walk,
I’m an Englishman in New York.

Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.
Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.

If "manners maketh man" as someone said,
He’s the hero of the day.
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and mile.
Be yourself no matter what they say.

Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.
Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety,
But you could end up as the only one.
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society.
At night a candle’s brighter than the sun.

Takes more than combat gear to make a man.
Takes more than a license for a gun.
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can.
A gentleman will walk but never run.

If "manners maketh man" as someone said,
He’s the hero of the day.
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and mile.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.

Drake Working On Lebron James Tribute Song

Drake is currently working on a Lebron James tribute single after the Cleveland Cavaliers star reached a milestone 30,000 points.

King James has been celebrating his achievement all week and the 6 God is catching some Lebron fever after delivering his new Scary Hours EP. Bron’s achievement has been echoing far and wide with a lot of his NBA peers congratulating him and even some folks from inside rap circles have been paying homage to the basketball legend. Drake is taking it a step further by recording a song specifically for Lebron James in honor of his 30,000 points milestone.

“Seems like every time we look up, you’re setting another milestone or breaking another record and I always tell you that you’re one of the most inspirational people in my life,” Drake said in a video posted on Twitter by Bron’s company Uninterrupted. “Every time you do something like this I always try to get in the studio and make the song that would go with the moment.”

Other rappers like JAY-Z, Nas, Diddy among others have also shared their reactions to his 30K points achievement. Drake then picked up the most expensive bottle of wine he could find in his house, a 1961 Petrus which retail for anywhere between $6,000-$25,000. Instead of drinking it he smashed it on the floor. The whole thing looked so fake you can see it in the video below. One thing that is very real in this situation is the song Drizzy is working on. He posted a video on his IG page of himself and his crew taking a studio break while sinking a shot from down town.

Drake also did a bit of history making himself this week when he smash Spotify and Apple Music single day streaming record and it was only from two songs on an EP. Imagine if it was an entire album, something tells me the 6 God is coming for them this year.

New York’s finest, @S_C_ & @Nas got nothin’ but love for The King. #30KandKlimbing pic.twitter.com/ufD5L9i1QB

— UNINTERRUPTED (@uninterrupted) January 24, 2018

“Every time we look up you’re setting another milestone or breaking another record…” — @Drake #30KandKlimbing pic.twitter.com/zYuvbQTRRw

— UNINTERRUPTED (@uninterrupted) January 24, 2018

.@KingJames is the epitome of hard work – @Diddy & Dave Chappelle can definitely relate. #30KandKlimbing pic.twitter.com/FSUQk9NHqq

— UNINTERRUPTED (@uninterrupted) January 24, 2018

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Russ Drops New Song “Some Time” [Listen]

Russ Drops new reflective single “Some Time”.

Early this morning Russ notified fans on Twitter that his new song was out, he also hinted that more is in the pipeline.

NEW SONG

SOME TIME

AVAILABLE EVERYWHERE pic.twitter.com/rQLeBs6dlP

— Russ (@russdiemon) January 25, 2018

THIS SONG IS OUT NOW. SHOUTOUT TO THE FANS. 2018 FOOT ON THE GAS AT ALL TIMES. https://t.co/7mamDxWeZs

— Russ (@russdiemon) January 25, 2018

It’s not surprising to see Russ releasing a new single. Since his last album “There’s Really a Wolf”, released back in May of last year fans have been railing for more jingle from the multitalented rapper/ singer /song writer/ producer. The rapper will be touring Europe in February through to March, afterwards he will be back in the US where he will perform at the The Governors Ball Music Festival 2018 at Randall’s Island, New York.

Below is the new music video, watch and leave your comments.

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Nicki Minaj Hoodstars Associate 7even-Up Shot In His Head

Nicki Minaj former Hoodstars member 7even-Up was shot multiple times including in his head.

The Young Money MC is currently praying for her longtime friend and former member of the rap group she was once a part of, Hoodstars. 7even-Up, whose real name is Jaquin Royall, was shot multiple times all over his body including bullet wounds to his head in the Coney Island area earlier this month. Luckily he survived the attempted murder and was rushed to a local hospital where he has been getting treatments.

Royall is also facing some legal troubles because police found an illegal gun in his possession on the scene of the shooting. Whether or not that gun is linked to any crime is not yet known, but he could face with gun charges which carry years in prison. Details about the shooting are still sketchy, but sources say he was leaving a bar in the area when he was ambushed.

Before landing a record deal with Young Money/Cash Money, Nicki Minaj and her now ex-boyfriend Safaree Samuels, were members of a rap group out of New York name Hoodstars. The group comprised of four members who use to perform at clubs and parties around Queens and Brooklyn. The group was later disbanded and Nicki set out to pursue her own solo career.

Derez Deshon – Hardaway

[Intro]
I got dreams of livin’ lavish
In the kitchen whippin’ magic
I got dreams of livin’ lavish
In the kitchen whippin’ magic
Bad bitches, bad habits

[Bridges]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 1]
Young Penny Hardaway, in the skillet whippin’ magic
Bad bitches, bad habits, yeah, that money gotta have it
I used to dream of livin’ lavish, now a nigga livin’ lavish
Buy a foreign whip to what’s fastest, if I ain’t eatin’ then I’m fastin
Fat as fuck, bought a coupe just to see if I can fit in it
That didn’t work so I gave it to one of my bitches
I should’ve just bought a Bentley, guess what I did?
Woke the next day went and bought a Bentley, for who?
Me and my kids
I took the harder way, didn’t know how to sell crack I was givin’ that hard away
So fucked up I had to borrow a plate that shit took my heart away but I been through harder days
Fuck that I was just in New York, in a Hummer, lookin for Charlamagne respect

[Chorus]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday
Young Penny Hardaway, hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the hardaway
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 2]
I’m number 1 like young Penny, I used to shop JC Penny
Now I go fuck up in Lenox, spend a few hundreds on Penny’s
Every since I can remember since elementary all I wanted was millions
I used to steal from my grandmama change draw just to flex on them lil bitty bitches I be up
I stayed out after the street light, these niggas ain’t bout that street life
My block was hot before Lil Wayne was Tunechi I ain’t even kiss my baby g-night
Before Tity Boi, had turned to 2 Chainz I had a duffle bag with a few thangs
Before I rode with Gucci in the Mulsanne, run with ghostface killahs Wu Tang

[Hook]
I took a harder way, didn’t know how to sell crack I was givin’ that hard away
If I fucked up had to borrow a play that shit took my heart away but I been through harder days, fuck that I was just on Rex Road with the hard, before this hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the hardaway
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday
Young Penny Hardaway, hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

Skillz – Murda Gram (Uncle Murda Diss)

[Intro]
Motherfuckers want to kill me but ain’t got the heart
So I picked the mic back up for this walk in the park
And I don’t want credit for this, this ain’t nothin’
I just answerin’ a nigga that kept pressin’ my buttons
Uncle Murda, what’s all the games about?
Nigga, keep my fucking name out your brown-ass mouth
Clark Kent, your man about to hold this L
So roll some weed I got a story to tell, listen

[Verse]
Couple years ago I’m up in AC
I get a call from Clark Kent and he don’t ever call me
Talkin’ ‘bout he heard your version of my song
He told you, you was bitin’ and you knew that you was wrong
But not for nothing you was tryin to make it better
And trying to reach out to see if we can do it together
I’m like, “Clark, nigga you must be faded
Why the fuck would I collab on some shit that I created? Y’all jaded
If you don’t get the fuck off my phone
And tell that old faced-ass nigga to leave me alone
Get gone. Clark, you know I ain’t that dude
And yeah I fell back on rap but don’t get it confused.”
Shit lit my fuse, you wouldn’t call Hov
And tell him 21 Savage want to do "22 Two’s"
Nigga, would you? The fuck wrong with y’all?
Bitin’ niggas, I could never get along with y’all
A song? Naw, straight curvin’ niggas
I wouldn’t even take a picture with Uncle Murda, nigga
And then you started makin’ ‘em takin’ your little shots
But I ain’t never hear ‘em, they only play ‘em up top
You not worthy, you’re just dirty and thirsty
You make them every year, they never get past Jersey
Nigga stop it, you got Brooklyn lookin’ crazy
Matter-fact, you got Brooklyn lookin’ lazy
I got cases in Virginia, bodies in D.C
You got to think B.I.G. if you wanna come for me
And I’m still VA, and I’m still that nigga
Still M-A-D, where your skills at nigga?
I heard you got popped and you ain’t peel that nigga
Whoever told you to change your name, you should kill that nigga
Lenny Grant, I can’t leave that alone
That shit read like it on the side of a funeral home
Ladies and gents, this nigga gettin’ washed and rinsed
Now if you a junior then that name makes sense
Respect to your dad, that’s the least I can do
Actually, umm, naw, fuck him too
Now how a Stan going to come for the man?
Don’t hide your hand, you wanted to be a wrap-up fan
I ain’t Tweetin’, I ain’t leavin’ the ‘Gram
I’m Pusha Ting, remindin’ these niggas who the fuck I am, damn
Reminding you on who the fuck you are
You a comedian, we don’t come to you for bars
We straight, on top of that you fake
Nigga, you signed to G-Unit ten years too late
And what I’m ‘bout to say might piss New York off
But you one of the reasons that New York soft
A worker who could never be a New York boss
Smack that dirty fitted off your head, New York lost
Nigga, dead-ass son, I’m not the one
I heard back in your past you used to bust your gun
I give a fuck, nigga, I don’t care, have a seat, here’s a chair
No love over here, yeah, this the future
Now who the fuck get shot and make a tape called respect the shooter, huh
You a adlibber but that’s all you do
I can name 20 Brooklyn rappers more relevant than you
So stop fuckin’ with us, I go with Kane, B.I.G. and Jay, but that’s obvious
Buckshot, Tek and Steele, Rock and Ruck
Mos Def, Kweli, Masta Ace, Fabolous
Foxy, umm, Lil Kim and Cease
Skyzoo, Torae, oh Joell Ortiz
I’m with Joey BADA$$, ask AZ
M.O.P. would have told you you shouldn’t fuck with me
You sendin’ DMs like a thirty chick
And got mad when I asked your dirty-ass, “Who this?”
And you can guntalk all day, that’s yours
But you ain’t seein’ me with these goddamn bars
You’ll never say you took me
Before that happens, Young M.A. will give you some pussy
Nigga, you kept pushin’ so I had to play
But this type of shit happens everyday
And when you see me, you know what I’ma say
I was spreadin’ love, it’s the Virginia way, nigga

Lady Gaga – New York Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Push, push, dance for the city life
Smoke, smoke, baby, like a motor bike
Take your trash to my junkyard site
Been in your skies, I will fly my kite

[Pre-Chorus]
They keep singing west coast weather is better
But it Don’t matter cause I love you and i’ll never let go

[Chorus]
I’ll never leave you, won’t leave you
Cause you were made for me
I’ll touch each color of you are my urban fantasy
It’s not a question, it’s obsession
You’re the one for me

[Post-Chorus]
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York

[Verse 2]
Run run, red, gonna be the light
Hold your breath while we firefight
T-N-T, cause we’re dynamite
Where are the choo choo’s running tonight?

[Pre-Chorus]
They keep singing west coast weather is better
But it don’t matter cause I love you and i’ll never look down

[Chorus]
I’ll never leave you, won’t leave you
Cause you were made for me
I’ll touch each color of you are my urban fantasy
It’s not a question, it’s obsession
You’re the one for me

[Post-Chorus]
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York

[Bridge]
Can’t wear leather in LA
Come with me baby in the fast lane
Can’t wear leather in LA
Pump it baby in the fast lane

[Chorus]
I’ll never leave you, won’t leave you
Cause you were made for me
I’ll touch each color of you are my urban fantasy
It’s not a question, it’s obsession
You’re the one for me

[Post-Chorus]
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York

Nas Says Nicki Minaj Is The Queen Of New York Hip Hop Full Stop

Nicki Minaj is not just Nas queen, she is also the queen of New York hip hop.

The Young Money rapper celebrated her 35th birthday on Friday (Nov. 8, 2017) and her rumored boyfriend Nas wished her a happy birthday on Instagram. “Queens Get The MFkN Money! Happy Birthday To The QUEEN OF NY / HIP HOP [nickiminaj],” the NY rap legend wrote on the Gram along with a photo of his boo. This move sure send a lot of shots at other female rappers from New York who claimed the crowd including Lil Kim and Remy Ma.

New York has a rich hip hop history and is widely regarded as the birthday of music’s current dominant genre in the US. While some rap fans may not agree with Nas, there are a sizeable portion who agrees with him that Nicki Minaj is the queen. The king and queen title are always a hot button topic in hip hop discussions and there are solid arguments for and against Ms Minaj wearing the crown. “Nas your great please please dont play yourself,” one fan commented. She is not the Queen of anything but Plastic she has done her part in female rap but dont disrespect there’s only one Queen and thats Queen B lil Kim.”

During the summer of this year, Nicki Minaj was honored in Queens, NY where she received the key to the borough. That helped solidify her argument that she is at the helm when it comes to female rap in NY. Nas and Nicki sparked dating rumors earlier this year following her bitter breakup with Meek Mill. Neither of them has ever confirmed that they are in a relationship but they have been posting photos of each other and the “No Frauds” rapper even supported the Illmatic MC at his birthday party this year.

Queens Get The MFkN Money! Happy Birthday To The QUEEN OF NY / HIP HOP @nickiminaj

A post shared by Nasir Jones (@nas) on Dec 8, 2017 at 4:36pm PST

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Harry Styles – Kiwi (At Aria Awards Australia 2017) (Live)

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)

Tekashi69 (6ix9ine) Faces Years In Prison For Sexual Misconduct With Child


Tekashi69, aka 6ix9ine, has been dealing with rumors of him being a child sex predator and now it turns out there is some truth to it.

The colorful rapper is now facing years in prison after pleading guilty to three felony child sex charges. According to a recent report from Genius, Tekashi69, real name, Daniel Hernandez, took a plea deal for “three felony counts of Use of a Child in a Sexual Performance.” Hernandez was 18 at the time of the incident, but the victim’s age was not specified except to say that she was underage. There are some rumors that she was 13 at the time.

Back in August of this year, a PR rep for Tekashi69 released a statement denying the charges laid out against him. “[Tekashi69] doesn’t even like to say the R word [rape], we don’t play around with that sh*t,” the statement reads. “As someone with a 3-year-old daughter we take this very seriously… Their whole thing was to try to slander his name and make him look terrible.”

The crime can be punishable by up to 15 years in New York, but since he took a deal it could be considerably less.

 

Harry Styles – Kiwi (In Studio) (Live)

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)

Papoose – The Beginning

[Verse 1: Papoose]
I woke up in the morning with my dick in my hand
Morning wood God damn
Then I brush my teeth
I take a shower, then I eat and hit the spot
Put on a fresh new fit
Now I’m fly walking with a bop
Grab the wop
Place it on my hip, never slip
I heard you talking shit
But when you answer have the same energy
Don’t answer if the call unknown
Never Android I be on the iPhone
I’m still the king of the underground
Don’t fuck around
Gotta get rid of me if you want the crown
Lotta styles
Before release date I get the sneakers
Used to weigh my work on a scale like a libra
None of ya’ll lames can fuck with Pap
Call ’em savages and tell ’em that God’s back
I used to ride the train with a token
Now I’m in the droptop
You niggas see me how I’m rolling

[Chorus: Papoose]
This is where New York city begins
Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs
Pot holes but we still ride rims
Every borough got beef, we ain’t got no friends
Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens
Doing pullups on a pole, we ain’t got no gym
Out of towners tell ’em come on in
Lay ’em in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim

[Verse 2: Papoose]
That Flex freestyle opened the door, I made an entrance
Operation get hot again, my favorite mission
The rappers at the top of the game afraid to listen
Cause their entire discography just ain’t convincing
You mumble rappers ain’t payed your dues, pay admission
If you ain’t got it just pay half, I pay the difference
Gun game they play it nice, I play it wicked
Niggas know I stay with the Smith like Jada Pinkett
Sneaking niggas think just because they creeps
They could outsmart real niggas, fuck they think
I leave him laying in his wake on a Monday sleep
For coming at me sideways on a oneway street
Niggas think that cause they be working out that they could bitch cats
You think you could stop a bullet with your six pack
And I heard he be telling
Man I ain’t with that
He work out and he snitch
Guess that make him a gym rat

[Chorus: Papoose]
This is where New York city begins
Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs
Pot holes but we still ride rims
Every borough got beef, we ain’t got no friends
Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens
Doing pullups on a pole, we ain’t got no gym
Out of towners tell ’em come on in
Lay ’em in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim

Harry Styles – Kiwi

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)

Lolaasmiles Gets Dancehall Legend Beenie Man On New Track


Reggae star Lolaasmiles taps dancehall legend Beenie Man for her new single “Nuh Baddah.”

The song has been doing well since it was first released a years ago and now the single is seeing a resurgence. Lola thinks that the track will help further push her career in the reggae/dancehall space. “Nuh Baddah” was produced by New York based producer Stedley Reid. Her team is now heavily promoting the single and the extra promo has been working thus far.

“This song has a lot of potential, and with the plan I have in mind it will have a long-lasting effect worldwide,” Lolaasmiles said. “Beenie Man has always been an inspiration to me, and when I found out we had a mutual friend, I had to meet him in person. When we met, he liked my music and we spoke about collaborating and made it happen. It was a very humbling experience working with Beenie Man.”

The song is now available on YouTube and other major streaming services like iTunes/Apple Music and Google. It will be available on several other digital services in the coming weeks.

Jadakiss – Professional Hood Shit Lyrics

[Verse]

Yo Kiss of Death, letting the semi ring
You know they say if you don’t stand for nothing
You’ll fall for anything
Preferably I’d rather hustle than do stick ups
Call me, your number’s blocked, I ain’t gon’ pick up
This is much more than you seeing
And you touch more when you ringing
I’m in a four door european
Still going through the nonsense y’all
Listening to niggas bullshitting on the conference call
Till you leave them with open flesh
My base got the fiends damn near
Smoking they self to death
You can feel it inside you heart
My life is a double edged sword
And both sides are sharp
It’s facts in the talk
I’m the only nigga right now
That can bring the game back to New York
And I don’t wanna hear jack
You got a gun? Where it at?
Coupe is the same color as the nine-five Air Max
Yeah I’m a gentle boss that’ll send you back to heaven
Make a nigga dental floss with the Mac-11
In front of the store, breaking down on a crate
I’m working out now and not eating after eight
Let ’em know I’m a monster right now
And the empire’s about to be conquered right now
And all you gon’ hear about is Yonkers right now
And I own a couple pair of shoes…
Yeah but I’m the don of Nike Town
The haze is purple, the diesel is sour
It’s a shame that most people evil with power
But the key to surviving, dog, is logic
And it’s a lot riding on this project
All I know is death is coming nigga
And getting money is the object

Ludacris – Vices

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Verse 1]
Pop a couple bottles
I took a couple shots
I done fucked a couple models
I done fucked a couple thots
But from Seattle to Atlanta
From Philly to the bay
The only loyal bitch I know
Is a bitch named Tanqueray
She gets me right everytime
Ain’t never no fussing or fighting
She said she’ll always be mine
Thats why I cuff her and wife her
Now thats through sickness and wealth
All the way ’til death do us part
Ever since I saw her on the shelf
I knew we’d always be together from the start
And she tell me when my cups half empty
I tell her when the bottles half full
And I can’t get enough so don’t tempt me
Sometimes she’s chased with redbull
Sometimes I have to re-up
‘Cause I want to be with her all the time
‘Cause everyone’s got vices
I just want to come clean with mine

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

(Verse 2)
Rolled a couple fat ones
I Passed around the dank
I smashed a couple bad ones
I smashed a couple skanks
From Cali to Carolina
New York to Tijuana
The only Mary I know is
A faithful hoe named marijuana
I be draped in all designer
Won’t can’t me in nothing less
Than a couple thousand dollars
Success will just make em swallow
Good sex will just make them holler
Good weed will just make it better
And ease the stress in my mind
As I continue to goin get this cheddar
Better roll it, lick it and then light it
Puff puff, pass that thing around
Everyday, I gets excited
‘Cause this here, came from the ground
And it was put, on the earth to smoke it
I can’t think, of a better time
To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it
‘Cause I know I can’t decline

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Outro]
Worry about your own fucking life x4
Stay the fuck out of mine x4
I’m aight bitch…

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

Dawsin s breek – Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – Dawsin s breek

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
I got a brand new coupe,
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park,
I put that b*tch in park.(dawsin s breek)

Brrrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you h**s
Brrrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new h**s
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my b*tch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that b*tch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that b*tch in park.

Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My b*tch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
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I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in parkkk.(dawsin s breek)
Ty Dolla Sign lyrics
Video breek

Josh Turner – Hometown Girl lyrics

She grew up around here on that southwest side
Where the corn grows up to the road side
Went to high school here, got that Panther pride
She’ll be cheering them on every Friday night

She couldn’t hide her beauty with a baseball cap
Couldn’t help but shine with a heart like that
New York called when she turned 21
But she never forgot where she came from

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

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Her mamma’s mamma was born right here
And her roots run deeper than that old town square
She’s a good girl but she’s not uptight
She can rise and shine and she can hang all night

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

She’s got an old soul, she’s the salt of the earth
When she gives her love she knows what it’s worth
There’s a lot of pretty girls out there to me
But there’s nothing like the one right across the street

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

Harry Styles – Ever Since New York (On SNL) (Live)

[Verse 1]
Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s it waiting for
Must desert you just before you go

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

[Verse 2]
Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know