These Scars



Lyrics to ‘These Scars’ by Meek Mill:

–Intro: Guordan Banks–
Don’t close the door
You always mine
Know that it’s hard to face reality (Mmm)
When they change, you’re heart’s [??]

–Verse: Future–
They running out of info, make [??]
Friends turning foes niggas leavin me no choice
Hoes gettin exposed make a nigga [??]
Hit a few licks before I made it out the church

–Hook: Guordan Banks–
The land they gave us was always ours
Don’t close the doors
You [??]
And we got wraiths to hide behind these stars
And we rock ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a [??] , behind all these [??]

–Verse: Meek Mill–
People see me and know me in Wells Fargo
Still repping like it’s no tomorrow
So I don’t have to stand, let me borrow
And let you in my circle, but thats comin with a cost tho
You don’t work, you gon’ starve, yo
Dime in the crib tip toein on the marble
Rocking all these ice
No more rollies im just buyin more properties
Young niggas watching me, give ’em that game properly
[??] monopoly
Don’t let ’em trick you outta your spot
Nigga you gotta be retardo if you gon kick me out of your gallardo
[??] lights how them stars glow
Give me motivation out in Miami, all the haitians, all the hitters got they bitches to them MMG
A legend on collins how they gon’ remember me
Young nigga

–Hook: Guordan Banks–
The land they gave us was always ours
Don’t close the doors
You [??]
And we buy wraiths to hide behind these stars
And we rock ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen dreams fade away behind all these walls

–Outro: Guordan Banks–
Don’t close the door
You always mine
Know that it’s hard to face reality (Mmm)
When they change, you’re heart’s [??]



Jessi‚ Microdot‚ Dumbfoundead & Lyricks – K.B.B (가위바위보)



[Intro: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보

[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]

Microdot, half the YOX
And one bad man, I’m a 나쁜 남자
I should go first, 내가 먼저 해야지
덤파형은 바쁘니깐
I wear my beanies like Gil from Leessang
피쳐 할 때는 진짜 비싸
But these my bros from west to east side
If you ain’t my bro then fuck the peace sign
Like 가위바위보
Your bitch got my wifi code
Im rich bitch my life dope, yeah
Lit like a night light, 잘자
Nothin’ like a nightlife, quite like Seoul
All of my bitches they stay out in Sinsa
I switch up the girls 들을 이차
Drop ’em all off in a 빈 차애
90 degrees when they 인사
Kick it with nothing but real heads
Cause I ain’t got time for no bullshit
Bottom of shoes lookin’ real red
Like 아저씨 drinkin’ at 술집
I got a visa from here to Ibiza
We puttin’ in work, work, work
Rock paper scissors, I guess I’m the winner
So let me go first, 가위바위보

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Verse 2: Lyricks]
I took a red eye
And landed, showered
Then met up with Micro, Dummy, got 배달
And jumped in the rover, then sped up to Cheonho
Jessi came through the studio
And turned it into mother fuckin’ 1OAK
Yall know, my Wells Fargo lookin’
Like a 한국 전화번호 (digits)
Bad rap, we the illest independent homie, that’s that
Master of ceremony, bring the cash back
Pound a 40 like a hashtag
Step to us get ur ascap’d
Big numbers when I do that show
I-95 how I move that dope
I got drive, NY to Seoul
It’s the YOX for the few that know
Yeah, Rollin’ with the YOX
We the best it gets lonely on the top
No stress cuz’ I’m homies with the dot
No rest, 넌 벌써 졸리냐
Weak boy
Lemme set it straight, lemme educate
Lemme give a taste, let me embed it inside of your mind
So every time you hear me sayin’ that I’m one of the greats
I’m not sayin’ it to finish a rhyme motherfucker

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Verse 3: Microdot]
누가 먼저 가위바위보
From buses to drivin’ that Rove
Mom now drippin’ and cookin’ in gold
Makin’ that music and bakin’ that soul
Cake, cake, cake, so much cake
We could run a baking sale
AK, AK
That’s that Auckland city lifestyle
That’s game boy, that major league
Self-made, no lottery
40,000 feet up in the air (up in the air)
No economy
Going coast to coast, to shows to shows
Don’t mean to brag and boast my nose
My success came with no strings
Attached, I’m my own boss
Talkin’ bout bars, no snickers
And no not the one under my zippers
I cut and paste, and rearrange man
I go dumb dumb with my lyrics
Bitches be bitchin and jealousy be hittin’
Them kittens like the Kardashians
내가 뭘 하고 어딜 가던
얼마 벌고 어디애다 쓰건
Don’t worry bout me, I’m makin’ a livin’
Nothin’ came free, nada was given
Young fat boy straight outta New Zealand
Feelin’ good vibes, Dumb, Rick and Million
About to play a game, rock paper scissors
Three dope boys, yes we the trillest
No new friends, this is family business
Oh, and my sister, Jessi

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Outro: Jessi]
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위, I said
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위, I said

YO GOTTI – Castro lyrics

(Yeah) Castro
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs (in the game)
I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
Hit your bitch in the Aloft
Head cool, but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so big, they amazed
Still thuggin’, they amazed
Put me on a track with ‘Ye
In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
They record everythin’ we say

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Quavo, honcho
My life like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
They’ll treat me like Fabio
Off white like shell toes
Stick to the money, velcro
Standin’ on the top ropes
Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
I be standin’ in the field with the fire
So many onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
Ridin’ round with extendo
Ridin’ round with extendo
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Niggas shootin’ out the window
Niggas shootin’ at your window
Yeah, you better keep your head low
Feds watchin’, better lay low

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Anti lame nigga
Take your girl like a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
Look like a train hit her
Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
AKA, it’s your Highness
I don’t know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got sinus
Pyrex tried to sign us
Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold fork
Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
Told shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links change the climate
Dick tall, she can climb it
Sold so many damn bags
I coulda went diamond
Watch wristband diamond
On my neck look diamond
Simon says nigga stop takin’ my shit
Nigga, start rhymin’
4 rings like an Audi
Hotel suite, cloudy

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Salma Slims – Ghetto Girls Dream (Ghetto Girl Dream Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Ghe-ghe-ghetto girl’s dream
Ghe-ghe-ghetto girl’s dream
Ghe-ghe-ghetto girl’s dream

[Hook]
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
[Verse 1]
I was broke and didn’t have it
Now the money automatic
Salma, last name savage
I’ve been movin’ like an addict
Most said I couldn’t do it so I had to get up off my ass
This job shit was my 9 to 5 for my first Burkin bag
Now I’m baggin’ money like a zipper
Jeans with the gold zipper
My fashion lit and these hoes hate but I see the bigger picture
I ain’t really used to understand but I’m seein’ everything clear
I’m switchin’ gear in my lane hopin’ these hoes stop and stare

[Hook]
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream

[Verse 2]
Let me tap in my favorite wing
Growin’ up I wanted finer things
I ain’t really into fake hoes, I ain’t really into friends
I ai’nt relaly into lame niggas I just really want a Benz
Penny Proud done came up
Wells Fargo got ranned up
My last nigga got jammed up
The credit cards got scammed up
Everybody wanna know us now but they ain’t even got the sauce
Why everybody wanna come around but they don’t wanna play they part?

[Hook]
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream
Now this a ghetto girl’s dream

[Outro]
Ghe-ghe-ghetto girl’s dream
Ghe-ghe-ghetto girl’s dream